This is a suicidal!deku au. So if your not a fan of suicide, depression, cuts, and all of that stuff, then I suggest you to not read this chapter.
I looked at the scars on my arms. Some from myself and some by Kacchan. Ever since the day I figured out I don't have a quirk, Kacchan has been bullying me. At first it used to be small things like 'your so useless deku! Or 'you'll never beat me deku!' But then once I grew older, things have changed.
"K-Kacchan let go of me!" Kacchan snickered at me, knowing how weak I was. One by one, his friends threw rocks, kicked me, punched me, and even spit on me. They all laughed at me while I cried for help and cried in pain. Each day I would come home lying to my mother saying that I either fell down the stairs or tripped on something. But the scars were too big to believe something like that.
Next thing you know, I started cutting. I started plotting my own death. I decided how I wanted to die. I'll do it next week on Friday on the roof of the school. I guess Kacchan will be happy then. One less person in the world.
"Kacchan please! Give it back!" A usual day at Aldera junior high. (I did fuccin research that's where they went I'm happy as FUCK) I was constantly teased because I wanted to be a hero. "You can't become a hero without a quirk! And even if you did, you'll die if you ever tried to become one!" Kacchan and his friends teased me. The school bell rang meaning that it was the end of the day. I grabbed my things and prepared to go home.
"Why do we have to live so close?" These thoughts ran through my mind until he caught up to me. "Oi. Shitrag." I didn't turn around to face him all I did was stop. I heard his footsteps get louder and faster. He grabbed me by my collar making me face him. "Answer me Damn it!" I didn't. I just stared down at the ground not wanting to make eye contact.
"Don't ignore me! I'll kick your ass!" He threatened me and that's what he did. He threw me on the ground, pinned me, and beat the living shit out of me.
"Hey! Leave him alone!"
A voice.
The man pushed Kacchan off of me allowing me to breathe. "Who the fuck you think your messing with huh?" Kacchan scolded him. "A bitch." He replied. I watched the two talk until I lost consciousness.
Todoroki's pov
"He looks pretty beat up. I'll get some bandages. Fuyumi, my sister went to he living room to search for some bandages for the green haired boy. I looked at the scars on his body, applying ice on each one of them. (Ice ice baby) "mmnh...nngh..." the boys eyes fluttered open, his emerald colored eyes looking directly at me. He jolted his head up in fear but instantly regretted it seconds after, wincing in pain. "Wh-Where am I? Who are you?"
"My Name is Todoroki Shoto . And your in my house. (No shit Sherlock) Hey. What happened to you? Are you okay?" I asked him. He looked down at his arms full of cuts and bruises and turned his head slightly. "Nothing happened. I'm fine." "Shouto! I got the bandage- oh he's awake. Hello! My name is Todoroki Fuyumi. I'm his sister." Fuyumi stepped closer to the boy kneeling down towards him and carefully treated his wounds. "Now. Could you tell me what happened?" I asked him sending him a caring look. "I'm...being bullied. I-it's not that bad."
"Then what are these cuts on your arms and chest?"
"........they're....depression cuts. I'm planning to....'go home' on Friday. The last day of school." He looked away from both of us tearing up. "Why would you want to do that?" He went silent for a few minutes until he finally spoke. "What's the point? The only thing that's gonna happen is just having to deal with bullying every single day. I should get going. My mom is probably waiting for me. He rose off the couch grabbing his things. "Wait. What's your name?" He stood silent at the door staring out at the road. "Midoriya Izuku. Some people call me Deku." And with that, he left.
