Worth

15 Chapter One: Comfort

He was walking down the street, to his house now, hugging himself as he held back tears.

His throat felt sore and his nose was cold.

He'd tried to tell the few people who talked to him before he left that Shoto' was liying and that the junkie was his brother but they all just decided he was liying because he was ashamed.

He'd been called a faggot and a slut and plenty of other names but somehow this one hurt a lot.

When he got home, he opened the door, waiting for his dad to ask where he had been.

But then he remembered what Uraraka had said.

Peering into the living room, the boy found his father fast asleep on the couch.

Without his consent, tears came and made his vision blurry as he stared at his father.

The feelings he had towards the man were so foreign to him that it scared him. Never in his life had he looked at his dad with so much disappointment and anger.

He felt his stomach fold as his breath began to hitch and he had to cover his mouth before he started crying violently and wake his dad up.

He ran up the stairs as the tears ran down his face. All he wanted to talk to his father. All he wanted was to have someone there with him.

But like Uraraka oftenly told him, want in one hand and shit in the other. See which one fills up faster.

-

At some point the boy had fallen asleep while crying in his bed, and when he woke up it wasn't exactly pleasant.

Izuku opened his eyes to the sound of his father yelling.

"Where the fuck were you!?"

The teen was still slightly asleep as he tried to figure out what his dad was talking about.

Even when he did wake up a bit, rubbing his eyes, he was still confused.

His dad had been asleep since yesterday, it wasn't like he even noticed that Izuku had left.

"What?" The boy asked and that apparently only made the man more upset.

"I just got a call from your school! About some video!?" Shota yelled and Izuku went pale, well paler than usual.

"Dad, it's not true." He said desperately as he sat up.

"What's not true!? I don't even know what the fuck is going on! What the fuck were you doing at Tenko Shimura's house!?" Aizawa yelled and now Izuku was even more confused.

"Who?" He asked but that answer didn't seem to make his father any less upset.

"What the fuck were you doing in a crack house!?" The man yelled.

Now Izuku understood. Tenko must have been the owner of Dabis apartment, or at least a resident.

"Dad it wasn't like that. A boy took me there and-"

"So your fucking crack heads!? Are you fucking, doing drugs!?" Aizawa seethed and if Izuku wasn't on the verge of tears he would helave laughed at the irony of how the short answer was, yes.

"What!? No! Dad, your not listening to me, he-"

"What were you doing there Izuku! Just answer me!"

"I'm trying! I'm trying to tell you that-"

"What were you doing at that house Izuku!? What happened!?"

"Fuck will you just let me fucking speak!?"