Curtains Drawn

Jumping and Food

Izuku looked down at the ground below, clutching the railing with knuckles whiter than bone. What had led him, a 13 year old,to stand on the school roof, about to let go?

It started when he was about four years old.

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Izuku's mother had once loved him, way back when. Back when he was smaller, dumber, frailer. When his father was still at home being a happy, family man. A man little Izuku could look up to...

Izuku also had a friend. A best friend who he would share adventures and hero theories with. But, that was before they got their quirks, before kacchan changed. The problem started with something seemingly normal, harmless even. Kacchan getting his gift- his quirk. It was something relatively simple, yet it was life changing and eventful.

The exquisite, amazing, self reflecting explosion quirk had, in a way, corrupted kacchan. Soon it had wrapped its nitroglycerin claws aroung his ego and sparked something. He was better than everyone else! He was especially better than Izuku. Poor little Izuku, having a late quirk.

This was when the horrible memories came to make themselves known. Where god had forgotten a poor soul, damned to a house of pain and weeping. A house he could love with all his heart, but at the same time despise inside and out, to the very soil.

Beatings. His father, a loving, compassionate man who he looked up to, had started to beat him. Not only was Izuku beat at the time but his mother, too. To his father it was simple, actually, it was rather obvious in his mind why he would do something as vile and belittling as this. The perfect family he had was no longer perfect. Inko had tried to keep Izuku from harm, from the horrible excuse of a husband, of a father he was, but could do nothing. So, the beating continued.

After months of the cruel godforsaken torture, Inko, his own mother started to change, too.

'What if?' She would think at times, thoughts and questions circling like a hamsters wheel.

'If only! If only Izuku where not here! He would be happy, I would be happy!' Inko would recite to herself, like angry words of a revalation. It had dawned her after a beating and a long, long, angry speech from him.

'Its all his fault! Izuku's! His fault. His fault!' Her anger had full control now, his old, loving,caring mother, now replaced with a selfish, uncaring, unloving one. She changed so much that after almost a year she had no more love in her big heart to love her one, and only son again.

It was worst when he had gotten his quirk though. It had been a secret for only him and a god he had been forgot by. He had seen the mental changes a quirk had on the ego and did not feel obliged to such a horrible fate, a fate like bakugou. Cruel and rotten, mean and egotistical. He had seen people change before, his prime example his father, and hurt people. So, he decided not to tell anyone but his mom. She had seen it as his first steps at becoming like his father and had slapped him across the face. But after, something in her, something that was dead, urged her to at least let him be some other kind of scum of the earth and had told him to keep his quirk a secret, telling Izuku, 'You arent allowed to tell anyone about this! It would make us look bad as to be seen with you using it!' And he didn't. He kept to his mothers promise and kept his mouth shut, after all, he always was know for being a mommas boy.

His life had gone by seamlessly and almost predictable by his standards.

Wake up, get scolded, morning routine, School, Homework, A burn or two, treatment, then sleep.