mha sick fics (angst)

on the shower floor

tw: abuse, self harm, suicidal thoughts, panic attack, domestic abuse, emotional abuse, vomiting (ofc), yelling, basically everything if you have triggers just like leave this isn't the story for you 😍🫶

also get ready this is the longest chapter I've written in my entire career. Go crazy. 10k+ words.
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"GET OUT!"

and with that, Izuku was left with only his school bag and the clothes on his back to his name. His abusive father had kicked him out in a drunken rage for who knows what reason.

He didn't even have the energy to cry. He'd been beaten senseless. He was bruised and bleeding. His lip was split and his nose was dribbling blood down his chin.

It was raining.

His legs were trembling so severely he thought he would collapse, but his dad came suddenly barelling through the front door and chased him off the porch and down the street.

"AND DONT COME BACK!" He yelled as Izuku continued to run down the street and around the block, gasping for breath as the pain of his injuries grabbed in pain and begged him to stop.

It was pouring now.

Izuku had nowhere to go. Absolutely nowhere. He was already soaked from the rain and he could feel a cold coming on.

He felt around his bag for an umbrella, but realized it had been hanging from the hook on his closet door since the last time it rained. He had nothing.

"Fuck." He cursed, his lip quivering.

He had no idea what to do.

He felt so lost.

A bolt of lightening and quick kaboom of thunder afterwards startled him so severely that he slipped and fell into the puddling water on the sidewalk.

If the stuff in his bag wasn't soaked before, it was now. He just hoped his laptop wasn't completely fried.

He pulled out his phone, hoping it hadn't already died in the water, then went to call Bakugo and see if he could stay there for a night while he figured out what to do.

But it didn't turn on.

He cursed.

"Fuck. FUCK." He yelled.

Izuku lived on a house down a long winding side street made of gravel on the very outskirts of the suburbs. Not in a neighborhood or apartment complex. There were no close convenience stores or anything either. The commute to school was so long, he had to take the train. The closest place was the Bakugo's, which was half a mile down the side street where they lived.

He chose to start walking there, meaning he had to pass his house on the way back.

The gravel path had sunken in the storm and he found himself walking in shallow mud, still deep enough to soak his boots and pants in the muck. He was shivering violently. His nose was runny as well as bloody now. His head was pounding and his ears were ringing.

His dad saw him pass the house from their window and got in his truck, backed out of the driveway, and accelerated towards Izuku.

Izuku yelled and jumped off the side of the road as his dad swerved to stay on the path. He went rolling down a steep, completely muddy hill and fell in a overflowing creek.

He nearly took a breath of water in as he was momentarily submerged. His backpack had flown off halfway down the hill. He crawled out and his lungs forced out a rattly cough, leaving his entire body aching. He could hear his dad driving, revving the engine, adding sound to the storm around as he got into a screaming match with the Bakugo's.