My Hero Academia One Shots ~Males x Reader~

Songfic! Midoriya x Reader You and I

Quirk: Mental Fog- User can emit a pulse that deceives whoever it hits into believing something that isn't true, or even create tangible illusions. Takes a heavy toll on the users energy.

*I am altering some main story details, sooooo calm your tits*

Don't you worry, there my honey
We might not have any money
But we've got our love to pay the bills

"What do we have in the fridge?" You called out from the living room, knowing what the answer would be, but hoping that maybe some wishing quirk would have like an energy surge or something and give you something more than what you had.

"Nothing new, frozen veggies, rice, bread, tortillas, siracha, and a half-eaten bag of ham." Your boyfriend hobbled in. He stopped at the table and saw the papers that lied there. Several months of bills sat stacked and unpaid, not because you didn't want to, because you couldn't.

When your dad passed away, you of course received the insurance money as your mother had skipped town when you were four, and your close neighbors, the Midoriya's took you in even though they weren't the most financially stable either. During junior high, you lived with them, helping pay for food and other amenities, and of course when Izuku got accepted to UA, you insisted on helping for paying his tuition. It wasn't cheap, but you didn't feel bad about it, after all, your crush was getting to go to the school of his dreams, and you were playing a huge role in that. Then, the next bomb dropped. Some criminal had seen Izuku hanging out with All Might and wanted to try and get at Izuku for it, and so a week into school, Inko was murdered, leaving both of you without involved parentage. Rather than report it, you deceived the police into letting you both stay in the residences.

Izuku was hit very hard by it, and for a while, considered dropping out of UA because he was so depressed, and who could blame him. If he hadn't met All Might and gotten his power to go to UA, Inko would still be here. One day, you came home from grocery shopping and found Izuku on the floor sobbing, a bottle of tangerine sat unopened a few feet from his hands.

"Izuku."

"It hurts! I see her whenever I look in a mirror! She stares at me and I couldn't even say goodbye!" He turned to face you, his bloodshot eyes dripping liquid anguish. You set the bags down and settled on the floor in front of him, taking the bottle and pocketing it. Your knees pressed against his, and your faces were a mere meter from each other.

"Izuku, I know how much pain you're in. I watched my father deteriorate for years due to his stupid quirk. When I moved in, I was in the same place you are. You have no idea how many times your other had to talk me down from the brink on those days that I just couldn't get out of bed and go to school with you. As much as I'm sure she wants to see you again, she would be distraught if you followed her so soon. You must keep living, keep fighting for her. Become a hero, find the criminal that killed her. This isn't the end of you; this is your origin." You were breathless, your rickety voice tiptoed up an octave as your speech grew more desperate.

"I wouldn't forgive you if you left me." You whimpered as tears escaped the corners of your eyes. You wiped your eyes, this wasn't about you, this was about Izuku. He sat there stunned for a moment, before following suit and drying his face.

"Then I won't." He gave you a quick peck on the cheek, went bright red, then stood up to put groceries away. And that is how you talked your now boyfriend down from suicide.

After a while, you and Izuku realized how much financial trouble you were in. Of course Inko had insurance, but it wasn't much, and after three years of helping out where you could, your funds were running low. When you two discussed about what to do, you offered that you could get a job. He shot that down immediately, not wanting to risk losing you too. And so, you two were at an impasse, you had no other ideas and he wouldn't accept it. Months went by, and the papers piled up, and led you to the state you were in now, three weeks away from bankruptcy, and with no one else to rely on.