Copycat (on hold)

The anonymous boy

Since he was a young boy, Izuku Midoriya always used to stand out. His vibrant green hair and eyes would always cause strangers eyes to linger just a moment longer. He's always been different from the rest - it often used to worry his mum, Inko, that is... until his 4th birthday.

Now, following the story so far, you would know that Izuku's past and trauma is far beyond what many of you would have experienced. The inhumane treatment that a poor little four year old had to endure, over something he has no control over, we can all sympathise with him, but very few in the world could empathise with him.

He never wanted pity or love to be given to him after that, not even trust, the only thing he wished for was to be acknowledged as a person - which is why his conversation with Nezu had not gone well. The way Nezu looked at him... in the eyes of the chimera, he was a broken kid...unfixable.

He grew to hate pity and sympathy over the years. It was understandable considering the treatment he was given. First abused by his mother, to the point where he could have died. Then sent to a 'caring and lovely' foster family. His treatment there no better than the last. Day in and day out his treatment did not improve in any way, poor Izuku. Self harming helped a bit....no..... who was he kidding....he couldn't feel a thing. Any marks made just healed. He was living a cursed life.

"Help me...." The little four year old would whimper, "...please..."

Each time he was struck he'd cry out internally "someone...anyone...help"

Moving in with Aizawa could not change his perspective, he was already too damaged. Meeting his father only made his anger grow.

"I just want to be part of the stars"

This beautiful boy, still walking and still catching attention had changed exponentially. His scars held many stories and so much pain. His green hair now darker but still mesmerising. His eyes now piercing green in colour, as if he can see into you, see your secrets, and he probably could. Of course, you couldn't see his eyes, covered by a blindfold. He smells strongly of coffee, blood and home - strange right? He has the scent of a warm and happy home, despite not experiencing such a things for long.

Such a beautiful

Anonymous

Boy.

Hi guys, I know it's been long and you probably won't like this chapter, I've been really struggling with writing this book atm, solely because it makes me cry when I put him through this pain, I feel bad for writing this and want to give him a happy ending....but of course this will take some time. Let me know of any ideas you guys have for what I could write next.

Author out!