Deku Vigilante AU: Kurai

Chapter 8: Revealed

TRIGGER WARNING: Scars, abuse, panic attack?, self-depreciation, angst. A lot of angst.

Aizawa's POV
Kurai... is a kid? This doesn't make sense. When I pulled off the mask, I saw a boy, about 15, with messy green hair and freckles. Wait a minute, this is the kid who works at the cafe! He makes godly coffee, but that's not the point. He was right under our noses! How did we never notice?!

I can't believe this. I lift up his shirt to check on his stab wound, and my eyes widen. The kid's got scars littering his body. Burn scars, explosion scars, abuse scars. The burn scar on his neck and the many knife scars on his wrists are the worst out of all of them. What kind of horrors has this kid seen?

Even though my mind is whirling, the rational side of me screams that I need to get the kid medical help. I do the first thing that comes to mind other than the hospital: UA. I bring the problem child to UA, thankfully it's not too far.

-Timeskip brought to you by a distressed dadzawa with his pRoBlEm cHiLd-

"Can you heal him?" I burst into the Recovery Girl's office, distressed. Thank god she's still here at this late time. Recovery Girl looks stunned, but she uses her Quirk on him. The bleeding stops. His breathing is less forced. I lay him down on the bed. I don't leave the kid's side all night.

Izuku's POV
I wake up in an unfamiliar place. It seems like an infirmary. My mind is a bit foggy as I try to remember what in the world happened to me. I remember a certain hobo hero. I feel something on my wrists. I start to panic. I hate things touching my wrists! My head hurts and my mind flashes back, everything else blanking out.

-Flashback/hallucination/panic attack brought to you by a traumatised Izuku-

Izuku's POV
I wake up. My eyes widen when I see where I am. I'm in the orphanage. Specifically, my room. The air is musty, stale. The room is bare, furnished with nothing but dust. Oh no. Oh no no no no no. I don't want to be here!

I hear the sound of creaking footsteps. My eyes widen as my defenceless, nine-year-old self clambers back, wincing when I bump into a wall. The door creaks open. My breath hitches as I see the woman standing in front of me. No. No no no no. She's going to do it again.

-LAST TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE AND BLOOD!! SKIP THIS PART IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THIS!-

"Hey Useless~ Come and play with me~ *hic* Don't be all scared, Useless~!" I flinched when I heard the drunk voice. It's Caretaker Lexi. When she's drunk she tortures me, and when she's sober she makes me do all the chores and work. If the other kids know, they don't give a d*mn.

I look down, accepting my fate. If I don't speak or resist, it'll hurt less. She drags me around like a broken toy, whipping me repeatedly on the wrists. I scrunch up my face at the pain, but I don't cry.

Crying solves nothing.

Caretaker Lexi loves using whips. She has all kinds— and today, she's using one that hurts the most. It has barbs on it, tiny but lethal. She whips me, laughing maniacally as she watches me suffer. Blood is everywhere now. My wrists are scraped raw, and I can't even remember there being flesh on my wrists. Not only that, but Lexi makes me wear metal bracelets, to cover up the scars and wounds. The constant pressure on my already ripped skin hurts.

After the whipping session, I look pathetic as she finally leaves. I have blood-stained hair from her swinging a wine bottle at me, and countless new wounds across my back and chest. I'm literally lying in a pool of my own blood. It's warm. My blood sucks me into an endless void, red and black as far as the eye can see. People standing in front of me.

-Trigger warning over-

"You don't deserve to live!"
"Useless Quirkless bastard!"
"Go take a f*cking swan dive off the roof, Deku!"

The voices are getting louder.

"USELESS"
"GO DIE"
"LEECH"
"QUIRKLESS NOBODY"
"NO ONE NEEDS YOU"

No, I- I saved people! I'm a vigilante! But... But do I really help? Do I really make a difference to people's lives?

No. You can't. Because you're a Quirkless loser. You can't save or help anyone. You can't make an impact on anyone's lives. Forget being a hero, you can't even live without being a burden.

I get pulled in deeper, maybe, hopefully to the depths of hell.

But then everything fades to black, and I see my mother in front of me.

"Izuku, you... You've saved countless lives. Lowered the crime rate. Touched people's hearts. You deserve to live. So wake up and do your best. Don't come over to me so quickly. Make a difference and be the hero you've always wanted to become."

And then my world gets bathed in light.

Ouch angsty chapter :') Don't worry, you can expect ✨DADZAWA✨ soon. :) The flashback part of this chapter was sooo hard for me to write because I didn't know how to phrase stuff. Sorry if it seems really crude.

Word Count: 928

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Thanks for reading this chapter, see you soon readers! —CloudBunny