my story (deku)

the dark truth

Hello my name is izuku hisashi midoriya.... and this is my story.... I was born July 15th 2002 4 pounds 6 ounces, I was pretty small as a child, my mother is inko midoriya and my father is hisashi midoriya they both had quirks my mother can lift small objects with a weak form of telekinesis not really helpful in a battle and my... father... can breath fire normally at the age of four every kid gets one or a combination of their parents quirk.... but me.... I was different... when I was four years old I had 1 friend I call him kacchan he and everyone else in preschool got their quirks.... I didn't... so my mother took me to the doctors.... that's when my life changed forever...I was quirkless... and if your wondering what that means it means unlike everyone else my body didn't mutate I was in a small percentage of the population who would never develop a quirk... it crushed me I was completely heartbroken... so I went to my best friend.... my only friend... I thought he would understand but.... when I told him what had happened he looked at me differently not with sympathy or pity... but with confusion and hate... that was the day I lost my best friend.... after that kacchan stopped talking to me.... he avoided me ... I didn't understand ...then the rumors took over ...and I was the town freak ...the weak boy ..and everyone's punching bag... but that's not all that changed ... when my father found out I was quirkless he disowned me he said I'm no son of his I was a disappointment and a mistake a failure of existence and he was disgusted by my presence.... my life just kept getting worse....My father would throw me down the basement stairs and lock me in the cold dark basement for days with no food and if I cried he would whip me and when I did go out I was kicked by adults who called me a freak among other things I was to young to understand then the kids at school would tease me and hurt me I was scared of everything and everyone and I was completely alone my father didn't let me go to the hospital so I had to learn to care for myself he would beat my mom when she tried to speak up and one day I jumped in front... I was hit over the head with a glass bottle and nearly died... I was in a coma for 4 months before I finally returned to school which of course everyone was disappointed to see me my father made me tell everyone he left so he couldnt be blamed for my injuries for years I lived being tortured and torn down no matter how hard I tried I made my first cut at the age of 7.... and my first attempt at 10 but nobody cared .... I never had a single friend but I did Have a name.... one that was given to me as a child.... deku... kacchan gave me that name I was excited at first thinking he wanted to be friends again.... boy was I dumb ... he said deku means someone who can't do anything right... then he looked at me and said that's you deku he's called me that ever since most people call me deku on my last day of middle school I made a final leap of faith I was gonna aply to ua but kacchan wasn't to happy to hear that... he burned my book and beat me down then he got in my face and said.... stupid Deku do you really think someone like you has a chance tch you really are stupid your below the rejects your a quirkless nobody if you really want a chance at a quirk do us all a favor and jump.... who knows maybe you'll be reborn with a quirk... nerd him and his friends left me there.... I suddenly felt nothing I wasn't scared I wasn't angry I wasn't sad I was just... empty I got up and gathered my things and went home the cuts now cover my entire body As I watched the blood spill from my wounds I smiled I knew no one was gonna save me nobody cared about me I was worthless they wanted me gone so badly.... I was happy to grant their wish... but I didn't die .... I chickened out like the cry baby I am good going deku you can't even kill yourself right I muttered I hated myself I wanted to die I was lost and scared and completely alone and then I started ua although it was my dream I couldn't bring myself to enjoy it I couldn't accept myself I knew I couldn't become a hero yet I kept trying it tore me apart and the color drained from my world my eyes turned gray and my hair went black I was an empty husk of a person wondering aimlessly searching for a purpose with a knife dangling from a single thread over my head it wouldn't be long before it snapped it was like being caught in the spiders web I was helpless and I knew I was only waiting for my death I eventually stopped eating and sleeping I even stopped going to school and I turned Off my phone this is my story but I'm not izuku midoriya ....he died a long time ago... you can call me deku.... hope your ready for the truth behind my scars......