Who Wants To Be A Hero Anyway (Villian Izuku AU)

This is My Life Now

I opened the front door being confronted with my mother's disapproving glare. I am normally home way earlier than this. It was completely dark outside by now. 

"Izuku! Where have you been!? I have been worried sick about you! Do you even realize what could have happened, being out there past dark?" Inko fretted as she ushered me inside to the kitchen. 

"It's cold now, but that can't be avoided when someone decides to stay out so late. Sit and eat your dinner. Your father will be home any second." Inko fretted as she led me to the table. 

I started digging into the food, and she was right. It was on the cold side. But it was still good. 

"Thank you mom!" I say appreciatively. She lets out a weary sigh as she went about cleaning the dishes in the sink. 

"I swear, I don't know what I am going to do with you. Or your father for that matter." she mumbled to herself, her hands splashing in the water. 

The front door opened and shut from the hallway. "I'm home!" Hisashi called out. I had just finished my food when he walked into the kitchen. 

He stopped by Inko placing a quick kiss on her cheek. She smiled at him. 

"Good. You can talk to your son then. It was dark already by time he came home!" she chided. 

"Izuku." my dad gave me that look. That look that says 'you know better than to disobey your mother'. 

I looked down at my lap in shame. "I'm sorry." I mumbled out. Before they could leave the room, I cleared my throat catching both of their attention. 

"I got a quirk." My dad grinned at me and gave a look to my mom. "See, I told you he was just a late bloomer! Well, what is it!?" he excitedly looked at me. Waiting patiently for my answer. 

"I'm not really- it's not- I can't-" I stumbled over my words, a pit already forming in my stomach. 

"Sweetie, it's okay. We won't see you any differently. You will always be our precious son; nothing can change that." My mother's soothing words didn't do very much for me.  

"It's not good." I kept my eyes down, refusing to look at either of them. "It kills." I finished and squeezed my eyes shut. 

My mother pulled her eyebrows together in confusion, while my dad's face remained blank as he processed what I said. 

"What do you mean kill?" My mother's voice trembled as she asked. "I pushed a b-boy away that w-was being m-mean. H-he fell o-over dead." 

A sharp intake of breath was heard. Then silence. Uncomfortable silence. 

"Your hands." I looked up confused from the request. "YOUR HANDS!" my dad screamed at me violently. 

I shuddered from the anger in his voice. "Honey, please. He didn't mean to. You know he would never hurt us!" my mother pleaded; uncertainty clear in her voice. 

She was scared of me. I'm not sure what to make of my dad's reaction though. He was furious, from what I am unsure. 

"NO. A monster for a son! Better off quirkless!!" He screamed, stalking over to me where I was still sitting petrified at the table. 

"It was your hands that caused this, was it not?!" I shook my head quickly fearing this sudden change. "Then we will just get rid of them, better to cut them off than to have a villian as a son!" I looked at him terrified and shrunk away. 

My mother pulled him back, still pleading with him. "He is just a boy! He didn't mean it! He won't use it! He won't use the quirk, right Izuku!? Tell him you will never use it, ever again!" her desperate voice now pleading with me. 

I nodded my head vigorously, too scared to utter a word. "Damn right he won't. I will make sure he never gets the chance under my household!" my father screamed before stomping back out the front door. Leaving a terrified, inconsolable mother behind with me. 

She would barely look at me. When she did, her kindness was tinted in fear. I wasn't sure what to make of what my father said when he stormed out of the house. Nor did I know where he went. I do know it was a mistake to tell my parents. 

Hours passed by. I stayed hiding behind the door of my bedroom. Silent tears clouding my vision. My mother sobbed on the other side. 

"It's going to be okay sweetie. I promise. We are going to get through this, and we will get past it. I promise, we don't see you any differently! You're still our precious son." she spoke out with a broken voice. Every empty word hanging in the air. Both of us knowing very well it was all a lie.

A door slammed from the hallway. Angry stomps could be heard coming toward my door. 

"Open the door. Now!" A harsh demand spewed out. I trembled, more tears running down my face. Opening my door was the last thing I wanted to do. I was scared to death of what waited on the other side. 

"Open the door now or so help me-" I quickly jerked the door open, not wanting to find out the outcome of angering him any further.  

I stared at him fearfully. He jerked my arms in front of me and forced some weird gloves over them. Then chains were wrapped around my wrists, binding them tightly. 

"When you are home, you will wear these. The gloves prevent you from using your quirk, the chains prevent you from removing the gloves. Now go to bed, you villian!" he spat before shoving me back into my room. 

Stumbling on my feet, I fell on my face. The door slammed behind me; my mother's sobbing could still be heard. 

My hands pushed against the floor pushing me up from the ground, chains digging painfully into my wrists. 

I guess it could be worse. 

I guess this is my life now.  

Despite Kaachan's beliefs, things do not look better.  

The terrified gazes of my mother. Angry glares from my father. Empty words becoming my mother's mantra. My father's cold words piercing into me like knives. 

Despite Kaachan's inspiring words. It still remains that I am seen as a monster by those boys. Seen as a monster by my own parents. 

Despite Kaachan. Despite it all.

After all, I am nothing but a monster.