MHA Stories i find on Ao3

Constellation Eyes

By: LitaCakes

Sunsets were always Izuku's favorite time of the day. There was  something mesmerizing about the way the sky could paint itself into a  water-color right before his eyes. The beautiful oranges that splattered  the sky like a wildfire in the Autumn, the deep purples and blues that  reminded him of every bruise he's ever worn; badges of honor (read:  horror). The clouds were lazily floating in little stripes across the  sky, full of deep reds and greens that reminded him of Christmas - or  maybe that night he caught his bloodied green hair in the mirror before  taking a shower.

Izuku sighed. It all came back to that night, didn't it? The scar  wouldn't fade, an obstinate reminder of his own grief each morning when  he brushed his teeth. The scar had bore a hole into that mirror and  Izuku found it hard not to close his eyes when entering his bathroom  every day. 

He still considered that the worst day of his life, thus far, and  that included the day his favorite hero let him down. Izuku had been  getting ready to walk home. He just put his bright red sneakers on at  the school genken and walked out the front door. But it was never that  simple. He should have known better. The hounding voices of his bullies  came around the corner just as the front door closed behind him. Izuku  turned, bright green eyes finding angry red ones through the glass door.  He ran. But running never lasted very long, and they caught him a  couple blocks outside the school grounds, cornering him in an alleyway.

'You'll never be anything more than a worthless waste of oxygen.'   One lackey spat in his face.

'Look at how pathetic you are, useless Null.'  That wasn't a common slur these days, but Izuku had heard it all his life.

When they were done berating him and throwing a few punches, the  lackeys left the final action to Katsuki Bakugo. Of course, Kacchan,  always the one to end the fight - always violently. But that day he was  more violent than usual. Izuku had raised his arms to protect himself,  but Katsuki grabbed his hair and threw his head against the brick wall.  The resounding crack his skull made was sickening. Izuku had vomited  within seconds, likely from the concussion that was vibrating his brain  around like a pinball machine.

The three bullies froze up at the sound, waiting to see what Izuku  would do. After he vomited and slumped weakly against the wall, still  breathing - they all ran. Izuku couldn't help feeling a bit relieved;  they'd at least made sure he was breathing before they ran off. That  might not be progress, but it was satisfying that they showed at least a  minuscule amount of guilt.

When Izuku had woken up hours later, he'd trudged home to an empty  house and that's when he'd seen the gash on his head. The wound ran  from the center of his forehead down over his temple and stopped about  where the top of his ear was, cutting right through his hairline. The  wound was ugly, and still oozing blood, but it was mercifully shallow.  Head wounds bleed a lot, but after some probing, Izuku decided he could  manage to close it with just some butterfly bandages.

The bullies had avoided being physical with him until the wound  had healed completely. Maybe they just didn't want Izuku to reveal  they'd almost killed him. Maybe they actually felt bad for their  actions. Izuku had thrown that idea out the window the very next time  Katsuki put a starburst scar on his arm a couple weeks after the head  injury. That head injury was indeed still the worst day of his life. It  was the day he realized that no one was coming to save him. No one cared  if he died, or was injured horribly. It was the day reality crashed  around him and made him see the world for what it was. Izuku shouldn't  have accepted it, but he did, and he forgave them all.

Today was bad, but not worse than his worst day. Izuku knew he  should hate the words that came out of Katsuki's mouth today, but in all  reality they just felt inevitable. Izuku had heard similar remarks all  his life. Being told to kill himself was normal, it was part of life for  a quirkless individual.