Izuku, my Angel, Ill protect you~

how it began

It started when he was young.

His fathers abuse was just too much and he was only 8. Where would he go when he runs away but the park his mother used to take him to. He had nowhere else to go.

He hid inside the abandoned playground tunnel-like spot in the center. Out of sight.

Alone.

Are so he thought.

"Are you alright?" A soft younger voice asked. As if hesitant.

When he looked up he saw beautiful deep green eyes filled with concern. The dark eyes sparkled brightly in a way he's never seen someone have before. So bright his soul must be. This tiny boy with freckles that scattered over the cheeks of his milky skin.

Perhaps the future he created could have been avoided. It was his own fault. But he just wanted someone to understand him. He felt so broken. And when the boy moved a hand to wipe tears he didn't realise were on his cheeks away before pulling him into a hug, the caring loving act undid him.

No words were spoken. But the warm arms held him until his tears stopped. His sobs going away and he clutched onto the smaller body for dear life the boy, he now realised, was humming sweetly a tune.

Another minute of silence later the boy pushed him back a bit giving a smile and kissed his forehead. "Do you feel better?" He asks.

"...No."

"Not even a wittle?"

He paused to think about it for a moment. Crying like that in the arms of someone warm. Caring.

"Yeah... A little." He whispers.

"Want to talk about it?" The boy asks, watching him with eyes that screamed a desire to help. But he was weary of it.

"No."

His rejection didn't faze the smaller. The boy smiling. "That's okay. You don't have to. But if you ever do, I'll listen. For now, do you want to play?" The boy asked pulling on his hand. And for some reason he let the boy lead him around the playground playing games until his mother came to get her son.

The boy said they should play again tomorrow. And he was already thinking of how to sneak out.

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It was nine days later he was Able to sneak out. His father beat him in anger. But for some reason he had to see the boy again. But why would the boy want to see him? It's been nine days. His hand reached up touching his burnt over eye. The mark was ugly. Because of his fathers fire.

Because he had his fathers fire mother... She hated him.

Once more he hid within the tunnel-like area. But at least he wasn't crying. His chest was heavy with pain stronger than his face.

So much pain and he thinks anger mixing and mixing. It's like the world doesn't want him to be happy. He never wanted to use his father's flames again.

"Whoa!! Is that your quirk!?"

His eyes shoot over to see the boy. Looking over he saw half the area covered in ice. Oh.

"Brrr! Do you even feel how cold it is?"

Looking back at the boy he watched the younger crawl in rubbing His arms to keep warm. "You're here?"

"Of course I am! I came here every day to wait for you! I ... Your face!" The boy yelled, seeming to forget he was cold and come closer. "Is this why!? What happened!?"

He was once again shocked by the concern on the face of a stranger.

"I... I..." He wanted to tell the boy everything. "I want to tell you..." He whispers. "But it hurts too much."