Four year-old Izuku Midoriya laughed as he ran down the street in front of his mother, Inko.
"Be careful Izu!" She called ahead after him. "You wouldn't want-" There was a sudden silence.
Izuku glanced curiously behind him to see why his mother had stopped talking all of a sudden. He saw Inko laying face first on the pavement, not moving.
Izuku ran up to her. "Mommy! Get up-" He suddenly noticed the long silver knife sticking out of his mother's back. He screamed.
Three hours later, a jogger ran by and saw an exhausted child, crying by the body of his mother. He promptly called the police, who arrived and worked to pry the sobbing child from his mother so they could inspect the scene. They sent Izuku to a Child Protective Care Center, and did what they could to find out who he was.
They found out his name was Izuku Midoriya, and his mother was his only recorded living relative. They sent him to and orphanage to live, until either someone came to claim him or he was adopted.
Three years later, a seven year-old Izuku sat by the window of the orphanage he lived at, watching the pouring rain with dull eyes.
His notebooks sat beside him in a neat pile, with all of the pens organized in a color coded line beside them.
The caretaker, Miss Shiota, walked up and carefully tapped the young boy on the shoulder.
"Izuku... You have someone here to see you."
Izuku turned his head, some of his old curious sparkle returning to his eyes. "Really?" He asked.
Miss Shiota nodded. "Yes. They want to talk about adopting you."
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Help Me, I Know You Can Hear My Cries *HAS BEEN ADOPTED*
FanfictionWhen Izuku Midoriya was four years old, his mother was murdered. Afterward, Izuku suffered from multiple anxiety and depression disorders, causing severe mental breakdowns when he was left alone or if he heard the right trigger. Izuku was adopted...
