Quirkless Rejects

Let Me Out!

*Knock Knock*

"Rei?" Deku stiffened. No... That voice... I know that voice. While Deku may be present, all three of them very much despised the owner of that voice. He felt Izuku curl up and Mikumo comfort him. "I brought the biscuits!" Rei stood up. "Wait In-" the door opened. Deku turned his head to a sight he had hoped never to see. Inko Midoriya stood in the doorway with a nurse by her side and a plate in her hands. Her green eyes met Deku's sunglasses. She dropped the plate. *CRASH*

"I- Izu?" Don't call me that. His heart twisted, Deku could hear Izuku trying to suppress tears.

"Izuku?" She took a step forward. "Is that really you?" Rei put an arm around Inko to stop her. "Inko, dear, let's go back to your room, okay?" Inko shrugged her off. "No... " She walked up to Deku and reached out.

*SLAP*

Deku slapped Inko's hand out of the way. "Don't touch me so casually." Everyone was tense. He saw the nurse try to call the authorities but Todo had stopped her. Dekulaid the laptop on the bed. "Todoroki, you continue the conversation with Rei and keep the nurse here." He turned back to Inko. "You and I have a lot to talk about." Inko looked down, shaking, obviously trying to keep her composure. "Take me to your room, Inko." Rei stepped forward. "Are you sure that is a good idea?" His sunglasses turned angry. "Very."

Luckily Inko's room wasn't too far away and there were no nurses in the hallways. Deku closed the door behind them. Inko sat on the bed and Deku once again leaned on the wall on the other side of the room. "Izuku-"

"Don't. Let me get this straight with you, I am not Izuku Midoriya. I am Deku. Maybe at one point, I was Izuku Midoriya but I am my own person and refuse to be called Izuku." She tilted her head. "W- what do you mean?" Deku strode up to her and crouched down to eye level.

"Do you know what happens to a teens underdeveloped psychological state when for ten years of their lives they are bullied by their peers and abused every night by their drunk mother after their father abandoned them all for the one thing that they can't change and makes them different from the others? Do you know what has to go through a teenager's mind and happen in their lives to make them run away and start a criminal organization? Do you know what happens when they have to live three equally different lives every day with trauma spewing lies into their ears every single second of their breathing lives?"

Inko shook her head, she was crying by now.

"An identity disorder forms. So, to answer your question, because of what you and all Izuku's classmates put him through, he has developed that and that identity disorder evolved into both him, me, and another identity all having different consciousnesses in one body. So I am not Izuku and you will not call me that. Understand?"

Inko nodded. "I- Deku... Where is my baby boy now then?"

Deku almost choked. Izuku... He could feel him. He was thrashing, clawing, screaming to be let out. Deku's chest began to throb as if it was being repeatedly beaten. "He isn't present right now but that doesn't matter. What matters is you. You, Inko, are at a psychiatric hospital, a place where mentally ill patients go. Almost befitting that someone as insane as you would end up here." Inko began to cry harder. Let me out...

"So, Inko," he punched bed next to her with such force that it shook, "tell me why it is you think you deserve to be here, to have a mental disorder prominent enough to be here when you are the cause of all of this? How mentally damaging could it really have been for you?" Let me out! The pain was getting worse. Deku's head began to throb. He scowled.

Inko was balling. "I know I was wrong!" she all but screamed. "I shouldn't have hurt you! I didn't know you were getting bullied at school, you never told me and I know why. It was all my fault, I could have, no I should have done better and had been there for you and taken care of you rather than getting drunk at night. I should have stood up for you and loved you, and hugged you. I thought that I did! But I knew that what I was doing was wrong but I couldn't stop and... and I got addicted to the buzz and the hangover and what I was doing and I couldn't stop. Every night it tore away at me!"