MHA One-Shots

Blind Eye - Izuku Midoriya

Summary: That first day he got kicked out after being in U.A was miserable. Luckily Aizawa to the rescue.
AU: Abusive Inko
Notes: ⚠️ Abuse (verbal/physical), neglect, panic attack, overthinking. ⚠️

This is going to be long because one of my discontinued stories turned into a long one-shot. I'm sorry in advance but I don't think I can continue the actual story, so made this a one-shot.

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The bright moonlight shown down from the window of the room, slipping past the curtains and hitting the floor with a gentle touch. The room was luminous with his beauty, exploring the darkness and resting.

Within' that darkness, lay a mop of green hair, curled with his knees pressed tightly against his chest; fetal position, tears silently flowing down his face. They glistened with sadness.

His ears flooded with the sounds of his mother and father arguing. His body shook from the fear, and he curled more on himself. Izuku Midoriya just wanted to sleep peacefully for once. He sniffled and slowly sat up, wincing as his stiff limbs ached. He glanced at the digital clock on his nightstand.

4:32 am. He groaned from annoyance. School didn't start for another four hours. Midoriya sighed and got off his bed carefully. His parents were still arguing loudly, well, his mother. His father lived overseas for work purposes. He had before Izuku was born. He never knew his father, but according to his mom, he wasn't a good guy.

Ever since Midoriya had been deemed quirkless, his father called them less and less, and it turned into once in a blue moon. Midoriya was little, only eight years old when he heard the words that shattered him, yet brought determination to his eyes.


"Inko can't you see? He's nothing but useless!" His father yelled from the telephone line that was on speaker. Little Midoriya sat curled up outside the closed main area door and listened with curiosity.

"I know Hisashi! I know that too well! But you can't just let him go like this, let me go," Inko sniffled over the phone. She paced the living room and gripped her hair tightly. The phone sat on the dining table.

"What do you mean you and him? I let him go ages ago, Inko. And you, you're nothing but a copy of him! Your pathetic quirk can get you to nothing and you barely use it. Look at my fire quirk! If only I had married better women than you, pathetic dog," Hisashi's voice laced with venom. Little Midoriya, who had been listening to all of his had big tears rolling down his face.

All he could think was why was Daddy mad? Why were Mommy and Daddy fighting?

"Hisashi... I love you so much, darling. Please, let me be by your side, I'll get rid of him, please," Inko pleaded. She was crying hysterically. She couldn't let her husband, the love of her life, go.

Little Midoriya froze at those words. "I'll get rid of him." Mommy wouldn't, would she? No! She couldn't.

Couldn't and wouldn't were two different things.


Midoriya shook his head and walked over to his desk, peering at the uncompleted homework. He dragged the chair and sat down, turning on the little light at his desk and deciding to study to pass the time, anything to distract him from the arguing. He plugged in his headphones and let the morning pass by slowly, the sun rising and replacing the moonlight.

It was like war. The moonlight dipped with the moon, and darkness screamed silently as the sun rose, the light sunlight now blooming the depressing room. It warmed the room and eliminated the morning cold.

...

Midoriya put his pen down and paused the music. He looked at the work he had just completed. It was good enough. Midoriya yawned and stretched, limbs popping with satisfaction. He looked at his nightstand, the clock read 7:04 am. Might as well start getting ready for school.

He got out of his chair, stood and packed his homework in his bag, and went to change into his uniform. His footsteps were heavy from the pain he felt buzzing through his body.

The noises from the argument had calmed down significantly and only silence that Midoriya once deemed worthy and needy was painful to stand in.

He crept out of his room to the bathroom and finally caught a glimpse of himself. His hair was a mess, matted against his head. His tone was pale, making him look sick, and dark heavy eyebags sat underneath his eyes. His eyes, they had a glossy layer of tears and red.

Midoriya sighed to himself and splashed his face with cold water. It stung, but he didn't care. After his routine in the bathroom, he crept back into his room and changed into his uniform. It was funny to see how it was loosening up on him. He had lost a lot of weight.

Midoriya glanced at the time again. 7:29 am. He took a deep breath and opened his door, usually this time, letting his presence be known to the house.

He opened the door to the main area and saw his mom sitting at the dining table, staring at nothing. A small bowl of plain rice with egg was in front of her, left untouched.

"Good morning, Mother," he greeted his mother with respect. As he expected, she didn't respond, simply sending her son a bitter smile. Midoriya sighed and grabbed an apple from the fridge before sitting in front of her mother.

"I hope you slept well. I-is there anything I can do for you?" He spoke tentatively, voice wavering with fear. His mother looked at him, tears in her eyes as she glared at him. Midoriya's eyes widened. He clenched his hands.

"Actually, yes, get your pathetic face out of my vision," she spoke as venom laced in her words. Midoriya gasped silently as his eyes grew wide. The older Midoriya stood up.

"You heard me. You're just the reason me and your father are fighting. If you wouldn't have been born, everything would've been fine. It's all your fault," Inko screamed at her son. Midoriya stood up, tears now rolling down his face.

He ran back to his room and slammed his door shut. He sniffled. It was bound to happen at some point. No- scratch that. This happened often.

He knew it would be dangerous to come back home for the moment, and so he grabbed his regular yellow school backpack and opened his closet, grabbing a few pairs of clothing He didn't have many when he started hitting his teen years.

Silently crying, he folded his clothes tightly and started putting his clothes at the bottom of the bag. An occasional hiccup or so but he was done packing sooner than later.

He went over to his bed and grabbed two plushies. One was from his best friend, Kacchan, and the other... his mother and father. He stuffed that in too. He grabbed some more stuff and finalized his packing. He had enough stuff for a few days. He wiped his eyes and stood up, slinging the bag over his shoulder.

If he was being honest, this isn't the first time he had done something like that. Midoriya had snuck out of the house multiple times, and come home to his mother sober and passed out on the couch with beer bottles littering the house.

He looked at the watch he was wearing. 7:35 am. He opened his bedroom door and looked at the sign that hung on it. His name was engraved on an All Might plate. He glanced at the other hero figurines in his room.

Midoriya moved to touch the engravement of his name on the plate. The rough textures of the wood on the plating felt warm yet cold from his touch. He remembered when his mother and he made this before he was quirkless.


"Look, mama! Lookie what Papa sent!" Little Midoriya giggled, jumping up and down and holding the brand-new All Might plate. He and Mama were doing to put his name on it and hang it by his room.

"Silly Izuku. I see it! Let's go to the living room and get started, right All Might Jr.?" Inko teased. She picked up her son and spun him around. Midoriya Shrieked and laughed.

"Ok ok, Mama! Start!"

And so they spent the next half of the day on woodwork and watching All Might shows. When it was done, little Midoriya stared at it in awe. He moved and rubbed his soft, three-year-old baby fingers over the engravement. Izuku, it said. It was warm under his touch.


Midoriya put on his shoes, wiped his eyes, and looked at the place that he once called home one last time, before exiting the house, not expected to return for a few days.

Today wasn't going to be a good day.