It's been 10 years. My name is Izuku Midoria, a 14 year old boy, who's doing his best to become a hero. With my healing quirk though, it is not an easy path. This is my story.
"Mommy! Mommy!" I squealed excitedly. "Can we go find out what my quirk is?" I was was 4 years old at that time, and my life had been pure bliss.
"Sure honey. Go put your shoes on." My mother responded. When we got there, she checked us in and we sat in the lobby until the doctor called us back. After multiple tests, we got the results.
"Well ma'am, he has a quirk; it's not powerful like your levitation or the father's fire though.
"What is it?" My mother demanded. Her voice seemed to intimidate even the doctor.
"W-well ma'am, it's a healing quirk. It's not the best quirk, and he probably won't be able to heal completely." I felt my mother grab my arm.
"Thank you sir. We'll be going now." She dragged me out to the car and threw me.
"Ow!" I cried out. "Mommy, that hurt!" She slapped me to make me shut up.
"Shut up brat! Just wait until your father hears about your weak ass quirk!" I sobbed at the confusion. Mother had never acted like this before. That day began my life of torture and misery. The beginning.
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Abused healer Deku
RandomThe story of a boy struggling with his parents and bullies, trying his hardest to become a hero that helps everyone. Can he do it? Read on to find out. P.S. this story has triggers that might affect some people including gore and rape. Read at your...
