Izuku woke up to the familiar warmth of Nemuri's presence beside him. Ever since she began sleeping in the same bed with him, the relentless nightmares that once plagued his nights had ceased. The vivid images of Dr. Kuroki, the cold steel of the operating table, and the horrifying experiments seemed to fade into the background when he was wrapped in the comfort of Nemuri's arms. Her presence, however unorthodox, had become a source of solace that he had never known before.
His therapy sessions with both Aizawa and Nemuri had continued steadily. Aizawa's approach was more straightforward, challenging him to confront the darkness head-on, while Nemuri offered a softer, more empathetic ear. Izuku found that he could talk to her about things he hadn't been able to share with anyone else.
During one of their sessions, Izuku found himself opening up about his childhood-about the neglect from his parents, Hisashi and Inko, and the cruel treatment from his twin sister, Izumi. He hesitated at first, feeling the familiar weight of shame and fear pressing down on him. But Nemuri's patient silence, her unwavering gaze, urged him to continue.
Izuku:I... I was never good enough for them
Izuku began, his voice trembling.
Izuku:No matter what I did, how hard I tried, it was never enough. Hisashi barely looked at me, and Inko... she was always too busy with Izumi. My sister... she was everything they wanted-a prodigy, powerful, popular. I was just... there.
Nemuri listened intently, her heart aching for the boy sitting across from her. She could see the pain etched into every word, the way his hands trembled as he spoke. She wanted to reach out, to hold him, but she knew he needed to get this out on his own terms.
Izuku:And then... there was the Bakugo and Todoroki twins
Izuku continued, his voice growing more strained.
Izuku:Katsuki, katsumi Shoto, and shiori were my friends, or at least, I thought they were. But when it became clear I was quirkless... they turned on me. Katsumi, especially, she made my life a living hell. My... My sister told me to jump off a roof once, that maybe I'd get a quirk in my next life. And shiori... he was relentless. They pushed me so far that I... I ran away.
Izuku paused, his breath hitching as he tried to keep his composure. Nemuri's eyes widened slightly in shock, her mind reeling at the cruelty he had endured. She clenched her fists, feeling a surge of anger and protectiveness well up inside her.
Izuku:They were the reason I was kidnapped
Izuku said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Izuku:Because I ran away, I ended up in that facility, and... everything that happened there... it was all because of them.
Nemuri couldn't stay silent any longer. She leaned forward, her voice trembling with barely contained anger.
Nemuri:Izuku... those people-your family, your so-called friends-they didn't deserve you. What they did to you... it's unforgivable.
Izuku nodded, his eyes still downcast.
Izuku:I know, but... it's hard to not feel like it was somehow my fault. If I'd been stronger, if I had a quirk like them, maybe things would have been different.
Nemuri reached out, gently placing her hand over his.
Nemuri:you can't blame yourself for the cruelty of others. You were a child, Izuku. You deserved to be loved and supported, not treated like you were worthless.
Izuku finally looked up, meeting her gaze with tear-filled eyes.
Izuku:But I still can't stop thinking about it. About them. Every time I close my eyes, I see their faces, hear their voices... It never stops.
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Shattered Light: A Neglected Izuku Story
FanfictionIzuku Midoriya, neglected and bullied due to his lack of a quirk, endured abuse from his family and friends, especially his twin sister Izumi and Katsuki Bakugo. One fateful day, when locked outside his home, Izuku was kidnapped and taken to a secre...
