Izuku woke in a sweat. Another nightmare of his child hood friend.
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"Why don't you just swan dive off a bridge, maybe you'll be useful in your next life, you quirkless scum. You couldn't even save your mom from that thug." Katsuki taunted.
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Izuku couldn't do it anymore. He reached for the razor in his drawer and started cutting. He watched with satisfaction as the blood pooled on his pale skin.
"MIDORYA, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE YOU'LL BE LATE" His foster mom Akemi-sama shouted from downstairs.
"C-coming" Izuku shouted shakily back as he rinsed his arms and put on his uniform. He ran downstairs nearly tripping over his own feet.
"You're never going to get adopted you quirkless scum, don't eat anything in the kitchen. You're old enough to get a job and get your own damn food." Akemi-sama said. 'Why did I even become a foster parent' she thought.
Izuku ran out the small house, his stomach grumbling.
Almost everyday was like this. When he got home, she would either beat him if he did something wrong or send him to his room if she had no reason to hit him.
----Izuku POV--
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'I deserve this' I thought as I ran from Aldera Middle School.
"YOu FUCKING NERD" I heard as I bumped in to something- no someone. It was Kacchan. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" At this point a small crowd had gathered. Kaccan and his frends started to beat me up . "JUST GO KILL YOURSELF YOU FUCKING NERD, I'M THE ONLY ONE GOOD ENOUGH TO GO TO UA FROM THIS CRUMMY SCHOOL. YOU WILL NEVER BE A HERO." Kaccan shouted
I cried. I ran home as the crowd dispersed. I couldn't wait to melt into the embrace of m- oh wait she is dead and it's all my fault. It is about 6:30pm, an hour and a past my curfew. I don't want to be beat again. I can't do this. I ran up to the nearest skyscraper and stood at the edge. I jumped.
As I fell the wind blew through my green hair. It was calming.
Suddenly I felt a jerk. I was no longer falling. I felt strong arms wrap around my chest and land safely on the street corner.
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Aizawa dealt with suicide almost everyday. A day in the life of a pro hero right? He usually talked people off the edge of the skyscrapers. Normally, it was young adults or even middle aged adults. Never children. He was catching another suicide attempt. As he landed, the boy in his grasp started crying.
"Hey, It's okay, what's your name?" Aizawa asked the trembling boy.
"Midorya, Izuku Midorya. Why are you here Aizawa-sama or w-wou-would you r-rather me call you eraserhead-sama?" Izuku said with a shaky voice.
The pro hero was bewildered. 'Who was this kid? How much did he known? Where were his parents? Why was he trying to die?' "Aizawa-san is fine, I'm here to help you. Where are your parents?"
"They're dead."
"Who are you living with?"
"My foster mom."
Aizawa needed to ask the kid more but it wasn't the time or place for that.
"I'm going to take you to your foster mom, okay?" Aizawa saw Izuku tense up and then nod slowly.
As they walked, Izuku stayed silent, never making eye contact.
When they arrived at Izuku's house, Aizawa glanced over at the smaller boy before knocking. Izuku was visibly shaking.
"Hey kid, are you okay?"
Izuku slowly nodded.
----Aizawa POV----
This kid was not okay.
I couldn't leave him after what he'd just attempted.
I know, I'll just leave him with his foster mom and then come back after my shift and take him to my apartment.
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Scars - BNHA fanfic
FanfictionIzuku is depressed. His mother died when he was young, he has been growing up in a foster home since he was 4 years old.
