It was an old memory, something that he had pushed far back to forget it. But he remembered it so clearly now. A fire.
It was a year after the doctor told him he would never develop a quirk. Izuku was at the shops with his mother and father when it happened. A villain attack. There was fire, a lot of it. Him and his parents got trapped. By the time the heros had pulled them out, the damage had already been done. He remembers the lights, the sirens, his mother being put into the ambulance, and his father...his father in a bodybag. He remembers sitting on the floor being comforted by some paramedics.
"Hey kid, do you have a name?"
"Hey kid, everything is going to be alright."
"Hey kid, just focus on us, ok?"
But he didnt responded, he never did. Everything that was thrown at him, he took silently. And right there, he just didn't know what to say. And they didn't seem to mind.
"Hey kid, you ok?"
"He doesn't seem to want to talk."
"Yes. Well then, aren't you the quiet one."
Izuku woke up, those old memories still playing in his mind. It was the day that everything fell apart. As he got up and got ready for school, he wondered why he remembered that specific memory. When he exited his room, he found his mother in the kitchen. She turned around when she heard him.
"Izuku honey, breakfast is on the table." She gave him a warm smile.
Izuku remembered that after the incident, his mother had started eating her feelings. That paired with the burn scars meant that she looked very different from her past self. Her lower face, neck, arms, and legs had gotten the most scared.
Izuku sat down and dug into the food his mother had made for him. It was a simple meal, some eggs, toast and bacon. Once he had finished, he headed out. On his way to Aldera Junior High, he had to mentally prepare himself for another day of torment, but he had to pull through.
As he entered the school, the comments started. He tuned them out as always, but a few words still came through. Entering his classroom, he found that his desk once again had gotten even more graffiti added to it. Sighing, he just set his bag down and got ready for the first lesson. He just had to get through this year, and then he will get into U.A. ...hopefully.
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The Quiet One
FanfictionAll his childhood, he loved heroes, and he tried to love them for his whole life. He tried. He really did. He wanted to be like them, to be one of them, but it seems that them and the rest of society thought differently. They made it very clear that...
