Dear, Kacchan. (Katsudeku) DISCONTINUED

Hope

A/N. Hey guys... this book is probably going to be the most angsty fic I've ever written, and that's saying something. Umm. I know I said this in the description but if cutting, depressing thoughts, abuse, or anything of that matter trigger you please do not read this. I care about you and your health. I am writing this book to kind of... like... raise awareness I guess. Ok, enjoy.

Izuku's back was pressing firmly against the rough shingles on the roof. His eye's drifted shut and he exhaled. This day was different from most. Izuku had sat on this roof many times before and watched the sunset but on this particular day everything felt different.

The wind was whistling a louder more dramatic tune and darkness seemed to be consuming the earth. The world had an overall look of somber. Dark storm clouds could be seen in the distance setting a gloomy tone.

The greenette let out a dreadful sigh and sat up. He reached his hand out to the left and placed it upon an old worn out notebook. This particular book had been with Izuku for years. The young boy mainly used it for drawing as that was his version of journaling.

Izuku would draw whatever he was feeling and most of the time that resulted in very dark and twisted drawings. But who could blame him? His father, hisashi, was never home and when he was it was never pretty. The man would constantly beat Izuku's mother and leave Izuku to clean her up. Izuku's father thankfully never touched Izuku or his baby sister but that didn't mean Izuku wasn't hurt by him. Hisashi would constantly remind Izuku of how worthless and disappointing he was.

Even when Hisashi wasn't home the house was always broken and miserable. Inko tried her best to be there for her two children but it was hard due to the constant depression and fatigue. So Izuku would always take care of his younger sister while Inko rested. The greenette loved both of them with his whole heart and promised himself to always protect them. His younger sister was only three but always looked up to him and loved him. He was her hero and she was his. Both of them would put their lives on the line to protect one another.

Her name was Sakura meaning cherry blossom. The young girl had mint green hair that flowed perfectly in the wind and had waves that looked as though someone had delicatly placed each and every one in order to be just perfect. Her eyes had a constant glow to their forest green color that beautifully complimented her pale, olive skin tone. Sakura had thousands of little freckles that were scattered across her face like stars in the sky and a cute little nose that scrunched up when she smiled. To Izuku, she was perfect. The definition of beauty and worth. She inspired him to be the best he person and big brother that he could be. Though the one thing that she couldn't do was make him feels safe and loved. That job was held out for someone else...

Izuku, on the other hand. His hair was a darker green and was constantly covered by a hoodie or beenie. The brightness that once filled his eyes had been replaced with sorrow and glum. Still, his freckles stood bright on his skin that lacked its ussual glow. bags gathered under his eyes from the countless nights spent crying and worrying. The greenette was very small, skinny, and secluded. Scars and fresh cuts that held hatred and dispair littered his arms only to be covered by longsleeves that held them as secrets. He always dressed in dark colors and kept his distance from others. His fathers words had worn a hole through his heart that yearned for someone... anyone... to comfort him and love him. Sure, he had Sakura but she just caused him more worry. He couldn't bare the thought of her growing up the same way that he had. He spent most nights worrying about her and pulling his hair out trying not to.

Izuku just longed to be appreciated. He felt worthless and insignificant, like he was a burden to this world, a waste of space. Only one person was ever able to make him feel otherwise... Katsuki Bakugou. This boy was his best friend... when they were kids.

Katsuki is now Izuku's bully. I know, it sounds crazy, how could someone find comfort in their bully? Well, Izuku didn't really know the answer either. He knew that Katsuki loathed him ,yet still, just the boy's presence could make Izuku mealt into a million pieces and forget about everything he ever went through. Even when Katsuki was beating Izuku up or making fun of him the greenette was just happy that Katsuki was alive and near him. He loved Katsuki Bakugou. But that didn't matter because they would never be together and that's something Izuku had to constantly remind himself.

Izuku stepped in through the window and layed down in his bed. Awaiting the next day with some sort of unexplained hope.

For what? He didn't know.

~I'm not sure what scares me more. That you will never start loving me, or that I will never stop loving you.~