Demon's Child

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i totally didn't write this within a few hours because i was too lazy to before, if that's what you're thinking

heh...

there's warning as always - partly due to another mention of "suicidal tendencies", but only in a passing moment and partly because yIkEs

rip B)

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"No, stop!" Izuku shouted, biting back the pain as Hisashi gripped his green curls tightly. He wriggled his body but only brought himself more pain, a coppery taste filling his mouth as he bit down on his tongue.

"This is your own fault," he growled, ripping the boy upwards and shaking off the loose strands that fell from the palm of his hands. He then grabbed Izuku by the shoulder, fingers pressing into his skin.

Izuku let out a shaky breath at the soreness that erupted from his arm, scalp feeling as if it were burning before reducing to a mere tingle. He didn't further complain as he was dragged back home, instead holding a desperate yet plea in his eyes.

But of course, nobody cared.

Hisashi and Izuku were the perfect family.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Hisashi barked, throwing Izuku on the floor of their - Hisashi's - house. Izuku winced at the pain of being splayed across the wooden panelling before doing so once again as his father slammed the door behind him.

He was sure the house shook under Hisashi's enraged, thundering steps.

"You little fuckin' brat!" he roared, spit flying from his lips with each word.

Izuku took in hurried breaths. "I-"

"Don't even think about talking," he growled. "Not only are you fucking late, but I found you crying on the street like a weak little shit. And!" he yelled, wrenching Izuku's arm into the air and just barely pulling down his sleeve to reveal scars running down his wrist, causing the boy to go pale. "What the fuck are these?! Are you a suicidal little bitch too?!"

Izuku trembled as his father stared into his eyes, only able to shake his head by a fraction.

Hisashi narrowed his eyes. "Fuckin' liar. You think I'm a damn idiot, huh?" The man paused for a moment, heaving as his lips curled into a grin. "I'll show you what happens to brats like you."

Before Izuku could even try to reply, Hisashi kicked the boy in the stomach, causing him to spit out with a pain yelped. And, not waiting for him to get his bearings, the man then dragged Izuku over to the wall, still heaving.

With an expression mixed with rage and pure sadism, Hisashi placed his heel on Izuku's ankles, causing the boy's to widen.

"Wait no do-"
Izuku wasn't able to finish his sentence as an audible crack was produced from his ankle, followed almost immediately by a panicked scream.

The boy heaved as Hisashi jerked his foot away from Izuku's leg, stepping backwards and pausing for a moment as he glanced around.

Izuku didn't even seem to notice that Hisashi had stepped off elsewhere, instead too preoccupied with trying not to pass out. Heavy breaths escaped his lips as his fingers gently grazed his ankle - each minor touch sending a shock of pain reverberating throughout his entire body.

He gulped, knowing that it'd soon begin to swell - already feeling the painful throb beneath the skin.

But within a few moments, although Izuku's vision was being encroached on by a growing darkness, he was able to notice Hisashi from the very corner of his eye.

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