(Setting: Middle of japan, fathers house, his room)
I had just finished making father's breakfast. Cereal and his black coffee he had every morning. My stomach grumbled at the sight.
'NO I already had my meal this week!' I mumbled to myself.
"HURRY UP YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT" my father yelled banging on the kitchen table.
'..... And he's drunk.... Again What's he gonna do this time' I think to myself while setting his breakfast on the table.
'Stomach don't growl... Stomach don't growl ... Stomach don-'
Growl.... 'Crap I'm in trouble!'
"Hmm, So you've decided to act weak," he said while slowly standing up " well you have been getting on my nerves. and nobody wants a weak son anyway... " he sighed and mumbled " I've wanted to do this for too long. SO GET YOUR THINGS AND LEAVE NOW!! DON'T EVER EVEN THINK ABOUT SHOWING YOUR FACE AROUND HERE!! "
(SORRY IF THIS WAS SHORT IT'S MY FIRST BOOK SO BYE)
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Do You Love Me?
FanfictionIzuku Midoriya was raised to be the perfect slave. To fix his master's meals, and to clean and work tirelessly, before being beaten and sent to his dark window less room. One day all of this changes when he was kidnapped.
