The Pen is The Artist's: Swo- Quirk? [DISCONTINUED]

10

Izuku's POV

I have a massive headache...

I definitely made too many things today. I'm lucky I havent started bleeding yet, let's just hope I can get through this easily.

Just as I finished my 4th coffee, Dad came back through the window. Though I looked at the clock and realised it was only 4:20PM. He doesnt start work until 9PM so where did he go.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, holding a place in his hoodie but not looking in pain so I ignore it.

"Use...over....quirk..." I groan, the cat-butler bringing me some pain medication which I take dry.

"You monster..." I hear dad mutter whilst looking at me. "Not even I can take pills dry... whatever. And more importantly, why the fuck is your quirk in overuse?" He asks menacingly, making me start shaking and flinch into the back of the couch, flinching once more when I felt the red substance slowly trickle down the side of my nose and onto my lips, effectively blurring my vision.

I hear dad gasp. "You didnt tell me that happens when you use it over! I thought it was just the headaches!" He panicked, rushing into the kitchen and making a lot of noise, causing me more pain as I just sat there trying to pull myself out of this flashback.

Tw: mentions of assault, injury, and sexual actions

Flashback -Izuku is 3 years old- 3rd POV

Inko was lying on the ground in a puddle of her own blood. A black and silver handle sticking out of her arm. She was unconscious but not about to die. No fatal injuries.

Izuku was cowering in the corner, trying to get away from his crazy father.

This was one memory that Izuku was forced to repress...

"Don't you dare try to hide from me, you little brat!" Hisashi screamed. He then took a pair of handcuffs and tightened them enough to bind the child's tiny wrists, and attached it to a bar just high enough to hang the boy, suspending him mere centimetres off the ground, ever so slightly pulling his joint out of it's socket more by every second.

Finally, as the audible pop was heard, as well as Izuku's blood-curdling scream, Hisashi finally stepped up to the child. Now, the white haired man was naked and grinning.

"Let's see how a three year old does!" He said in glee before praying Izuku's jaw open and slipping his tip inside. He could only fit about a quarter of himself inside Izuku's mouth before he began to gag around Hisashi, making the adult giggle ti himself. Then he started thrusting vigorously, never going too far back into the child's throat as to not damage his new 'toy'.

By then, the police were banging on the door, demanding to be let in. "Musutafu Police! Open up before we will resort to force!" An officer yelled through the door, moments before the door was broken off of its hinges, startling Inko awake, immediately screaming at his impailed forearm and also the sight before her.

Her son was being used.

Flashback over - Izuku's POV

Tw Over

"ku!... Izuku!" I heard my raven haired father yelling in my face, worry plastered throughout his entire body.

Just then, I noticed the weird aura around me, separating me from my dad. It looks like my dimension...

"D- D- Dad!?" I ask weakly, shaking. The aura drops and I fall forward into my fathers embrace, him rubbing big, slow circles into my back and whispering some sweet things into my ears.

That's how I fell asleep, shaking and scared, but warm and safe in my dad's embrace.

The next day - Shota's POV

I woke up beside my problem child. I didnt want to leave him alone after something like that...

He had a panic attack, probably from a flashback. His quirk started reacting though... I wonder what happened. Anyways, I'm not letting him go to school today. This kid better not insist or I swear to Kami-

*beep! Beep! Beep!*

His arm clock screamed, I threw one of my darts at the button to turn it off with pinpoint accuracy, but I was too late.

"Ugh~.. huh.?" He stirred, immediately groaning and grabbing his head and eyes.

"Dont move and try not to talk normally. Your own voice can hurt your head. You got a very bad migraine from blood loss directly from your eyes. And your eyes are irritated. Dont remove the cloth." I whispered a bit away from his ear, seeing him relax as soon as he recognised my voice.

I could sense the question in his mind, so I answered for him. "You had a panic attack and a quirk malfunction. Dont worry, though. You didnt hurt yourself or anyone else. You're off school today, and dont even try to argue, so just relax." I covered everything. Easier to get through them all at once right?

Once I said that, he just slumped back into his purple cat pillow, releasing tension from his shoulder blades and jaw.

I softly whispered that I was going to go make some soup while Zashi came into the room, quieter than ever, and took my spot next to Izuku, softly hugging him.

I walked out, getting soup as I promised, because he forgot to turn his humidifier on for another night, and for some reason he gets a really bad throat sometimes, so it would help. But I also got the suprise ready.

When I was out earlier that week on patrol without Izuku, since I only allowed him to join me on Saturdays, I noticed a stray kitten which looks barely 3 months old. I have always had a soft spot for these little ones, so I picked it up carefully, mindful of it's legs that look very weak, and walked to a vet.

It was a stray kitten indeed. No collar or chip, so she was free for me to adopt.  I did so and got her all the medicines and things she would need, and she was advised to wait a couple of days in the vet, just so she could rest up, and I agreed.

But yesterday, I finally brought her home!

I smuggled her inside my shirt, much to her anger, and put her in the kitchen, and that's when Izuku had his attack.

But now? This was a perfect time for this. So I opened the cat carrier and picked the tiny kitten up and brought her to Izuku's room after I picked up the soup, opening the door with my foot.

"Izuku. I have a suprise for you." I saw softly, placing the soup bowl on his desk before sitting next to my kid, placing the small white kitten in his lap.

I saw stars in his eyes as he set down a cup and swallowed something, probably pain medication, and carefully picked the kitten up and cuddled it.

I noticed he was crying but didnt sense any upset in it, so I left him be. I've known that he has wanted a cat for the longest time. And even if I didnt, the cat butler thing he created as well as all his cat themed pillows and stuffed animals of them would have been a hint.

Cant blame him though.

Hizashi calls us both cats because we're silent when we want to be, as well as naturally, and also very quick. I like the name.

I just smile to myself as I reach in and lightly scratch the kitten behind it's ears.

"Dad?" Izuku whispers a bit louder, wincing a tiny bit before lowering his voice to an okay level. "I love you. Thank you soo much!" He softly exclaims, pulling me into a hug.

I chuckle into his somehow-tamed hair and just rub his back, supporting the car between us with the back of my hand with my knuckles as soft as I could make them.

At least he's happy.

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