Villainous Quirk, Heroic soul

Chapter 7: Not So Easy

(A/N) I'm sorry it took so long to get a new chapter out. I'm not going to make excuses, but every time I tried to write, I kept getting distracted with the idea's I have for other stories. I'm debating on if I want to write two stories simultaneously, just to get some of the ideas out of my head, which in theory should help me update both stories faster.

Izuku woke up the next morning to the sun beaming through his window, and immediately started to panic. But after taking a couple seconds to process where he is, he started calming down. 'I'm not with Chiaki. I'm not with Chiaki. I'm not with Chiaki.' He kept mentally repeating, while hugging himself and rocking back and forth, trying to calm himself down.

"I'm safe. They've been nothing but nice." Izuku mumbled to himself. He looked around the room, it was plain but it was more than enough for him. He considered simply having a bed a major blessing. After sitting there for a couple of minutes he decided to get up, he didn't like just not doing anything.

Grabbing his cane he stood up from his bed, and was surprised by how much easier it was. Giving a small smile, he thought that maybe the physical therapy was helping. Slowly making his way out of his room and down the hallway, he looked around but didn't see his mom. 'She must still be asleep.' He thought. Not knowing what to do he decided to just watch some TV. Maybe he could watch a report on a hero.

Right as he lifted the remote to turn on the TV, his face went pale when he heard yelling. "Where the hell is my breakfast!" Came a yell from the hallway.

Izuku started shaking in panic as he saw his mom stomp over to him. She didn't look happy. "W-What?" He said, words barely escaping his mouth.

"You heard me! Where is my breakfast!?"

"B-But...." He mumbled.

"God! I adopted you for a reason! Now get in the kitchen and make me my food!" She Yelled. Acting automatically he ran straight to the kitchen. Not even bothering to grab his cane. "And make sure that kitchen is spotless when you're done!" She yelled angrily.

Izuku was rushing around the kitchen grabbing ingredients. 'Wh-whats going on? I-I Thought....I-I thought things w-would be different this t-time. Th-that She c-cared a-about me.' He thought panicked and dejected.

Barely any time after he thought that he heard the front door open, taking a look he saw Aunt Mic, Aunt Midnight, and Nezu walk in. 'Thank god. They'll help me.' He thought relieved.

"Who said you could stop?!" Yelled Shoka.

For a few seconds he stood there thinking the others were going to say something to his mo.... no Shoka.

Only for the three to sneer at him.

"You heard her. Get to work." Said Present Mic.

"And while you're at it. Make something for us to eat too." Said Nezu.

He stood there horrified, tears started forming in his eyes.

"Hurry the fuck up!" Yelled Midnight. She pulled her whip out, seemingly out of nowhere, holding it looking ready to strike. "Do I need to give you a real reason to cry?!" She threatened.

"NO! I'M SORRY!" He screamed as he got back to cooking. Tears streaming down his face. 'How could I get my hopes up? I KNEW this would happen.' He thought.

"Quiet you brat!" He heard. This time it sounded like Recovery Girl. Seems she entered when he wasn't looking. The tears started to pour out faster, only he knew it couldn't slow him down. He had to hurry to not get a beating.

It took a little time, but he finished everyone's breakfast and started bringing it out to them. As he finished bring the plates out, Shoka Yelled at him again. "About time! Now get to cleaning the shower!"