"Just you and me... forever" [CANCELED]

New Ch. 1

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THIS CHAPTER IS JUST A RE-WRITE OF THE ORIGINAL CH. 1 IF YALL LIKE THIS NEW CHAPTER I'LL RE-WRITE THE WHOLE STORY PROPERLY IF IT GETS ENOUGH VOTES OR WHATEVER.

ALSO SORRY FOR BAD GRAMMAR AND STUFF, I WROTE THIS ON MY PHONE AND NOT ON MY COMPUTER SO YA.

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His life was never easy, it was hard to just even breathe sometimes and it seemed that it just got tougher and tougher. It began when he turned the age of 4. He had been hopeful of finding out what his gift would be, what quirk he would have.

But it vanished so suddenly, so quickly just like that.

Words were spoken by a man that was supposed to bring joy to children, only brought tragedy to him when he announced that he had no quirk.

He couldn't hear the rest of what the doctor had told him, or what his mother was saying. His ears were ringing too loud for him to know what was happening outside his head.

Only one word repeated in his mind over and over again.

Quirkless

quirkless

quirk

less

hmmm

That kinda matched like other words he was told.

Hopeless

Helpless

Careless

Meaningless

Useless

He was told other words and phrases, like  how weak he was, or how small and stupid he was.

This, the being quirkless thing, this, was the cheery on top that his life needed.

Once home, the news the doctor had told them ignited the fury that was hiding within his mother. She was furious, and angry. The moment they had stepped inside and the door had been shut, his mother had thrown him on the floor.

She began yelling and shouting, and screaming  how she didn't want a useless child. A good for nothing to take care of.

She yelled how it was already tough for her to take care of him, but now that he was quirkless he was not worth anything to her, not a little kid or a son to pay attention to.

So instead of the care and love he deserved and carved, he got mentally, verbally, and physically abused every second of his childhood. Not only that, his one and only, best friend, well, no longer best friend, Katsuki Bakugo, bullied him. Giving him the nickname "deku" a sad, useless pice of nothing.

A perfect name for the perfect little person he was.

With the teachers and a mother who didn't bother to acknowledge or care for his abuse and rather left him alone, they didn't teach him anything.

So he learned, he learned how to do things by himself. How to cook and prepare his own meals when his mother was passed out in her room or when she was not home. He learned how to do his school work, clean, wash, and study all on his own.

He read the many, many books his father had left behind before leaving him and his mother. His father was the nicest, and kindest person he'd ever had, he was the reason why he kept on being so hopeful and positive. Reading his books made him happy, it brought him memories of his father.

Not the ones where he would argue with his mother, or how he would hide him in the closet or under the bed so that she wouldn't grab him when she got physical in the fights, or to prevent him from hearing the yelling, no never those.

Only the ones after the fights, how he would take him out of the apparent, buy him sweets and go on long walks by the forest nearby the apartment complex after every argument.

So months after his father left, he developed the habit of wandering off into said forest by himself. He loved the woods a lot, it was nice and quiet, and lovely. Usally he would come there after his daily beating from people.

And as much as he loved it there, the way towards the forest was the one thing he hated the most. Other parents would look at him and pity him for all the bruises and injuries he had. No one helped him, not even the pro heroes, who looked at him the same way.

It would make him feel so much more smaller than he already was.

Sweaters and long pants were his best friends, bandages were the ones that would hug him when no one else would, and the pills were the ones that would take the pain away.

No he wasn't a drug addict to the pain killers, he didn't want to hurt his body any more, only wanted to do the opposite of that.

So he would only take them when his pain was unbearable.

That's how he learned to live, through the pain, the terror, the nightmare.

That's how he, Izuku Midoriya lives.