Izuku Midoriya was born a bastard from the get-go, he and his twin-sister children of a deadbeat who left them with their mother to rot. He lives for his family, accepting the scorn, hatred and neglect faced after being adopted into the Toshinori f...
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It's awfully dark, everything engulfed in a black so thick Izuku swears his eyes are closed shut. Tonight is an eclipse and so Darkness and Izuku cosy up against each other in the deafening silence as they wait for the gentle light of the moon and the stars to seep through the barbed window in his cell.
It's a pity Izuku's so small. His fingers barely graze the edge of those metal bars without a footstool underneath him. It really is a pity he can't see the eclipse and instead must forgive its darkness.
Not that the sun would apologise for stealing away the moonlight. Not that it would need to, especially not to the likes of Izuku.
'Did the sun not prove its love for the moon? Setting every night to let it shine among its stars?'
The first light shines through, illuminating the dull walls. Izuku closes his eyes, lips curling into a gentle smile. He slumps against the bars, tilting his head back.
'The moon craved the love too, didn't it? Stealing the sun's light and showcasing it to the world every night.'
The sound of a door creaking open catches his attention. The pattern of footsteps is familiar. Instinctively, Izuku pushes off the bars and against the opposing wall, just as his sister turns the corner. Her lips are stretched in a wicked smile.
"Oh the guillotine is going to love you," she coos, voice like saccharine.
Izuku cannot find it in himself to glare at her. His eyes bore into her emptily, expression flat. Izumi clicks her tongue, unsatisfied. She's always found some sadistic pleasure in his suffering, begging him to cry harder and scream louder whenever he hurt.
"C'mon, nothing? You're no longer any fun to tease, y'know. Scream for me the way you did when I crushed your hand, would ya?"
Izuku eyes move to his left hand. It's mutilated, four fingers and a stump, all scarred to hell. He fights off a shiver, recalling the memory of its marring.
'Tease? You've scarred me permanently, and you have the audacity to call it teasing?'
"Well, whatever. Dad says your execution is in a few hours. Finally, I thought you were going to rot in this cell. You look awful and it smells like a dying corpse. Not that I need to tell you. You'd know."
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