MHA Stories i find on Ao3

Two heros, A Kid, and Seven Dead Martyrs

By: The_Dark_Elf

" Nine, you have to tell someone ."

The thing about having seven ghosts that lived primarily in your head, meant that there was no pretending you  couldn't   hear them. Not that Izuku didn't  try . 

First huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. " You can't just ignore me every time I express incredibly valid concerns. " 

"Watch me," Izuku hissed, narrowing their eyes at the white-haired  man leaning against their kitchen counter. They wished he would just  fall through the floor like the others still sometimes did. 

" Nine, this will kill you if you keep at this pace. " 

Nana's soft voice, curling from somewhere deep in their head made  Izuku sigh, glaring petulantly at the instant ramen they were waiting to  finish cooking. "I promised. You were all there even if he didn't  know." 

Banjo snarled, scowling face flickering just above the counter for  a second before disappearing. Izuku rolled their eyes at the man's  dramatics. " Eight is a bastard who should have never asked that of you. "

"Why don't you tell him that, oh wait," Izuku hissed back, not  feeling particularly kind in that moment. The light above their head  flickered valiantly as the temperature dropped enough that Izuku could  see their breath. "If you freeze my dinner I swear to god I will lock  you out of the Netflix account." 

" I'm in your head. I can find the password. " Banjo hissed back, making Izuku's head throb with his own anger. 

"Joke's on you. I have ADHD. Once I change the password it's  gone ." Izuku grit through their teeth, gripping the counter as their head gave another painful throb. 

" Five, you're hurting them."  First's voice was hard. 

The pressure behind Izuku's eyes immediately vanished, and a  shadowy tendril gently ran through Izuku's curls in apology. Izuku  swatted at it, but a smile tugged at their lips despite themself. Banjo  was a bastard most of the time, but a well meaning bastard. 

" We're worried about you, Nine. We're  hurting   you, and there's nothing we can do but watch. " 

Izuku hummed. "You can also nag me about it. Don't forget that."  First raised an unimpressed eyebrow that Izuku pretended not to see.  "You were a lot more likable when we were trauma bonding over shitty  brothers. Now you're like the dad that literally cannot leave me. I want  a refund." 

" That's not how it works, kid,"  En grumbled. " We literally have nowhere else to go ." 

Green eyes rolled skyward, and Izuku twisted to boost themself up  on the counter. It wasn't like their mother was there to yell at them.  They couldn't remember the last time they had seen her in the cramped  two bedroom apartment that had been their home since childhood. She  always seemed to be at work these days. All doubles to make sure they  had enough money for UA. 

(" No job has hours like that, Nine, " Nana whispered sadly. Izuku pointedly ignored her. They ignored  the part of themself that whispered the same thing. That pointed out the  lack of groceries and the bills piling on the table. That reminded them  of the financial assistance paperwork UA sent with their acceptance  letter that she had never filled out. 

If they listened, it would break them entirely.)

"Besides, I'm getting better. I barely even broke anything at the USJ."