Heal Our Past, Change Our Future

Chapter V

The routine couldn't change.

But it could be broken.

Now Izuku just needed to find out how.

And he needed to know if the true difference when it finally broke, was he strong enough to do it? Or was it truly weakness?

Izuku slowly opened his eyes, the beeping of his alarm annoying him enough to encourage him to move. The boy slowly rose from his bed, the corners of his eyes feeling irritated and dry from the night prior.

He wondered why he wasn't used to it by now. It was just another fight, he had heard a vase break, and he knew that his father and mother retreated to their separate rooms as always.

But it still caused him such a headache.

Izuku rose slowly, stretching his legs and spine satisfying, groaning in contempt once his back released the strings of pops from his spine.

The boy headed to the bathroom, stripping once he had turned on his shower, the water revived him once he stepped foot in the shower, quickly washing his body, hair, and face.

Izuku was quick to dry off and get dressed, grabbing his notebook and backpack as he headed out of his room, only to notice the plate of pancakes that sat on the counter with saran wrap covering it. Izuku set his backpack down, grabbing the note that his father had left with the breakfast.

Sorry button flower, work is beyond busy right now, love you much. Have a good day, eat your breakfast, and I'll see you after school.

Love dad.

Izuku sighed as he tucked the note into his pocket, not having the heart to throw away anything his father wrote for him. But at the sight of the pancakes, Izuku's stomach churned. His father was an excellent cook, never once had Izuku dared not eat any one of his father's culinary creations.

But unfortunately, in the weeks that had passed recently, his appetite was near nonexistent. Alone, Izuku struggled to eat more than just a quick snack, but in front of his father, Izuku could eat whatever was set in front of him. But those times had been occurring less and less.

His parents fighting interrupted meals, at times it was his father's work that was the culprit, and when the times came that Izuku was left with an intoxicated Inko, the woman's sweet words that were repeated would do nothing more than steal any semblance of an appetite Izuku had, along with the sleep that would never visit him as his mind ran like a bullet train, trying desperately to make sense of his mother's intoxicated confessions of love to her son.

Izuku groaned quietly as he grabbed the plate of pancakes, he knew that he did need to eat breakfast, it wasn't healthy to skip meals, he knew this, he studied every medical book his father could give, and he knew every piece of advice that doctors would normally give. He knew the rules. But following them was becoming increasingly harder.

So, Izuku went to his mother's room, the woman was still passed out in bed. The boy silently stepped into her room, setting the pancakes on her dresser before swiftly leaving her space and closing the door behind him.

Izuku grabbed his backpack and notebook, along with a decent snack that had become his regular mid-day meal. The boy walked down the street lost in his own mind as he flipped through his Hero Analysis Notebook, but at the sound of a large crash and people cheering and screaming, he adverted his path only to see a large villain fighting Kamui Woods, the Pro Hero.

He had broken a part of the routine.

"GET AWAY!!" The villain roared as Kamui Woods avoided a frontal attack from the villain.