Nothing In Return

2

There's a short scene which includes attempted rape/non-con, so if you're not comfortable with that, skip the italicized section.

You've been warned.

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For the first year in America, Izuku was homeschooled. His father paid for a tutor to come to the house every weekday from seven to three to teach him the required curriculum. Though, the main focus of the tutor was to make sure Izuku knew as much English as possible before he started in second grade. Even if he was actually past the curriculum that second graders covered. It would just be easier for everyone, Izuku included, if he started in school with other kids his age.

Luckily, Izuku was still in the stage of growth where his brain easily picked up the language and made the connections to Japanese. Although, he was still confused by the whole 'first name, last name' thing. His name was Midoriya Izuku, not Izuku Midoriya.

Despite his struggles, he managed to make new friends on his first day at school. He even met a few other quirkless kids. And no one asked him what his quirk was, they asked him if he even had one, which was much less embarrassing. What surprised him even more was that when they found out he didn't have one, they didn't immediately run away in fear of being infected or something like that.

He easily passed second grade (not that you can really fail, but the point still stands) and made it to third grade, getting separated from a few of his friends who were put in other classes. Despite this, he still played with them at recess and made friends with the new kids he hadn't talked to last year.

And that was how it went for the three years after his mother sent him away.

Despite knowing her reasoning, and understanding that Inko had only done it to help Izuku, because she thought that was best, he couldn't help the resentment that grew toward his mother.

So, slowly and without him even really realizing, Izuku slowly forgot about his dreams to be a hero. Not that they went away, no he still wanted to (despite being quirkless), it was just that the memories of wanting to be a hero faded away as he realized he could have a normal life and a normal job here in America without a quirk.

Everything was fine. Izuku lived a normal life with his father, and they were happy. That is, until the incident that changed Izuku's entire life.

It was a dark summer evening as Izuku walked home from his friend's house. The boy didn't live too far away, and Izuku had already graduated third grade. His father trusted him enough to walk the few blocks between the houses safely as long as he made it home by the designated time. Izuku would be cutting it close today, but he would make it.

As he passed a dark alleyway, an unseen arm reached out and grabbed Izuku's arm, pulling him into the dark space. By the time Izuku had regained his bearings, the man was standing over him with a sick grin on his face.

"Oh my, aren't you such a pretty little thing." He leaned forward, using one hand to hold Izuku's hands above his head while the other moved under the t-shirt he wore.

Izuku's eyes widened as he realized just what the man was trying to do. He began to struggle, attempting to free his hands. The man just moved his hand from Izuku's chest to his neck, applying pressure and cutting off his air supply.

"Be a good boy now and don't struggle," He whispered, forcing his mouth onto Izuku's and pushing his slimy tongue into the boy's mouth.

Tears streamed down Izuku's face as he struggled.

"Please, God help me. Anyone. Please."

It was then, as the man's hand snuck down to grab Izuku's ass, that something inside of him snapped. Izuku could feel the heat under his skin and a sharp pain across his entire back.

The man backed away as Izuku finally opened his eyes. The tears that had been streaming down his cheeks stopped as they evaporated in the heat radiating off Izuku. Suddenly, a few of the bricks fell from the building behind him and right onto the man's head, causing a loud crack followed by a boom to echo through the alleyway. The pain in Izuku's back faded, but he felt heavier.

The man fell to the ground, blood draining slowly from his head where the bricks had hit. Izuku quickly looked away, holding back the dinner he had just eaten that was threatening to come back out. Not only because of the blood now surrounding the man either. He could still taste the man's terrible breath , and he knew that when he got home he would have to brush his teeth at least five times to get rid of the taste.

He quickly made his way out of the alleyway and back onto the sidewalk before running back home.

On his way, he ran into someone, apologizing quickly before looking up to see that it was his father. The older man was looking down at him with eyes full of shock and a bit of worry. He quickly kneeled down, grabbing Izuku's shoulders before looking him in the eye with a deadly serious look.

"Izuku, it that you?"

Izuku was confused at that. Of course it was him. How could his father not even recognize his own son? The boy he had been caring for the past three years.

He must have noticed the confusion and anger on Izuku's face, because he pulled him into a tight hug before he pulled away and spoke gently, "Izuku, look behind you." He instructed, still holding Izuku's shoulders so he could only turn his head to look back.

When he saw the large black wings, Izuku screamed. They were protruding from his back like they had always been there.

"Dad?" He turned to his father, who looked just as worried.

"Let's talk about that at home, but first," He pinned Izuku with a worried, yet serious, face that only a father could pull off. "Why are you so late?"

Izuku broke down at that, his memories replaying everything that had just happened. Tears streamed down his face as he attempted to explain what had happened, not quite finding the right words for a number of minutes. His throat was rough by the time he had calmed down enough, and his voice was weak and scratchy as it came out.

"There was a man-" Izuku sniffled, "He- he touched me. He touched me in places-"

"Oh, Izuku, baby," Hisashi pulled his son into a hug, wrapping his arms around his son as tight as he could before lifting him up. It had been a while since he had carried him, but Hisashi would do it now, even if he was getting older. His son deserved to rest after what he went through. "Just close your eyes and rest, okay? We can talk more in the morning."

And Izuku did just that. He fell asleep almost immediately on his father's shoulder, becoming oblivious to the world around him.

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Ooh, it's getting exciting, now isn't it.