The title ig. This includes: sexual assault, self harm, su1c1de attempts, bullying, homophobia (from mineta EW) and my homie Jerome
This is my first story, so sorry if it isn't too good. I'll try to update at least weekly. Very Angst.
Deku was half asleep in class today. The subject was math, and while he was good at it, that didn't stop the class from being mind-numbingly boring. His teacher was like his grandpa's rocking chair: old and rickety. The old man looked as if he was going to fall asleep (or apart) with every multiplication problem.
He noticed Kacchan staring at him, which was odd, considering they hadn't spoken all day. As soon as Kacchan saw him looking back, he scoffed and turned away. Oh well. He put his head down in his folded arms, wincing a bit both from the pain of various bruises and also from that annoying feeling of cutting off circulation to his arm. He fell asleep instantaneously, though. Luckily, before anyone noticed, the bell rang, waking him up with a bit of a shock.
"Aw, shucks." He pouted underneath his breath (there is NO WAY this kid didn't watch Mickey Mouse clubhouse).
At least it was lunchtime now. He didn't actually have any food, but maybe one of his friends would give him some?
He had no such luck. His friends didn't feel like sharing, they said. So he entered science hungry and dejected. This class was actually pretty interesting, and he wanted to know more, but this time his blood sugar was so low he actually passed out. Again, he was awoken by the bell an hour and a half later, this time to go home.He didn't want to go home. He knew it was normal (it was in his mind don't come for me ), but he was sick of going home just to end up with bruises and burns from his mom and her new boyfriend. Kacchan pushed him over the edge (literally) as he shoved the currently-quirkless boy and called him a nerd.
As soon as Kacchan left, Deku hit the ground running. He ran as far and as long as he possibly could, until he nearly passed out again. He found an alley and sat down, sobbing. He was tired. He was sick of being in pain. He was sick of being quirkless. And most of all, he was so, so, hungry. It was almost sunset when he (still crying) looked up and saw a pro hero jumping from building to building. He was obsessed with becoming a hero, so this piqued his interest. As the hero leaped over his head, he practically did a bugs bunny mid-air screeching stop. He landed in the same alley as Izuku. The kid's eyes widened. He hadn't expected to come face to face with a pro hero, who sat down squat style.
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like this idk how to explain it.
Aizawa's POV:
I was on patrol, as usual, when I looked down from the air and noticed a kid crying. Like sobbing-his-heart-out crying. I dropped down and squatted. This earned a wide-eyed look from the green-haired child.
"Y-you're p-p-pro hero e-eraserhead!" he exclaimed, hiccuping a couple times. I was a little shocked, considering I was supposed to be an underground hero. I looked this kid over. He couldn't have been older than eight or nine. He was small and scrawny, and I noticed a few bruises peeking from under his sleeves and collar. I reached out to pull back his sleeves and the kid flinched. "Oh, u-uh. S-sorry?" He said when he realized I wasn't trying to hurt him. I was pretty concerned, especially when I pulled his sleeve back and saw a rainbow of bruises ranging from old to new. The worst part was, he looked so casual about it, too- like he was showing off a new bracelet he got or something.
