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

Crossroads

-Time Skip 7 years-

I am fourteen now. I still have hope to become a hero. Kaachan believes in me. Even if nobody else does. Believes I am good. Believes my quirk can be used for good. 

 Despite Kaachan's beliefs, I never used my quirk after that accident. Too afraid I would hurt somebody. 

I became afraid of physical contact which led to me developing a fear of touching or being touched over the years. 

I freak out when anyone even grazes me. Nobody knows I even have a quirk, except my parents, Kacchan, and those boys from that day. And that one teen, Dabi, from seven years ago. 

I never saw him again. It made me sad. I really wanted to get to know him. I went over to the Todoroki household shortly after that fateful day. But I was turned away, the fact denied that a Touya ever existed. Which made no sense to me. I met Toya. He was real, I didn't just imagine him. 

I pushed past it, but I never forgot him. I think about him sometimes, wondering where he went. 

My home life was not the best, to say the least. My hands were always bound, which made it hard for many things. Including homework for school. I normally leave home early and finish it before classes start.  

My mother still cares for me, albeit fearfully sometimes. But she always makes sure to let me know she still loves me. 

My father, though, is a different story. That night all those years ago, he changed. He drinks more now. Always violent and vociferous. I have to stay silent so he can forget my existence. 

It was always worse when he did acknowledge me. Either choosing to hit me or scream in my face. My mother would step between us to protect me, but that would infuriate him more. His anger and violence switching to her instead. 

I talked more at home that first year. Talking to my mom. Pleading with that man, that I wasn't a monster or a villian. Eventually he grew tired of hearing my voice. After that year, I was made to wear a muzzle as well as my chained hands.

 I always wear long sleeves. Years of bound hands have caused permanent scars around my wrists from the chains rubbing and digging into them.

I never confided in Kaachan about what happens at home. I think he is suspicious though. I quit asking him over to my home and one time I caught him looking at my wrists. But he stayed silent, never questioning me. 

I am sitting in the classroom with my head down, the others jumping around or chatting loudly. Kaachan was in the desk next to me, talking to some other students. The teacher walked in, quieting everyone down. 

"Alright, class! Quiet down!" It took a minute, but everybody managed to calm down, listening to the teacher. "As third years it is time to start seriously thinking of your futures!" He paused. 

"But we already know you all want to become heroes!" he yelled as everyone cheered from the desks around me, showing off their quirks in doing so. Even Kaachan was excited. 

But Kaachan being Kaachan smirked at the others. "Hey, don't lump me in with these losers! Me and Izuku are gonna make it to the top, unlike you all!" he yelled out, much to the indignation of the others. 

"Ah yes! You applied to UA as your choice!" the teacher praised, "As well as Midoriya." he added as an afterthought, a hint of disapproval in his tone. 

Kaachan's jaw tensed at the implication, ready to voice his opinion. But I nudged him lightly with my foot, shaking my head. He knows I don't want anyone knowing I have a quirk. Not to mention, it is not a quirk I can use.