Title: A Dangerous Place
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Midoriya is just your average commoner in a tuckered village surrounded by thick woods. As an omega, nearly everything was dangerous for him but he'd gained a good reputation within the village.
His father...
A ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴛᴜɢɢᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ'ꜱ ғʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ ғᴀᴄᴇ. He felt quite lucky today. And lucky he was, on the ground were some nuts, freshly fallen from the tree above his head. You would expect squirrels to spot and stash them away much before a human was to spot them but, it seemed to be a good day.
He tucked the brown circular woven basket on his right side and reached down for the nuts, anyone could easily spot the discolored forearm. Midoriya easily plopped them into the basket, thinking sweet things. He could make some roasted nuts for his parents. He stood back up with a cheery smile and looked around for any more lucky finds.
The scorching sun had warned him of the time, it was no longer a cool, calming fresh morning but a hot afternoon. His stomach growled, yet another warning of the time. But thankfully, he had earned his fill for the day with a full basket. Midoriya's shoulders slumped slightly at the thought of leaving the calming forest and returning home, but he needed food and he loved his mother very dearly.
His bare feet hit the ground carelessly, not caring if he stepped on sharp rocks. It didn't matter if there were rocks along they way regardless, after running around barefoot for years, he'd grown some thick skin. He was a little happy to see his town busy with themselves, running around, working for a plate of food just as he.
"Good afternoon!" He greeted to the closest person, an old, lonely shop keeper. She had lost her husband in the war a while back, he was grateful the war had passed, ending in their victory. Once they won that victory, she proudly flaunted her country's flag along with her husband's banged up sword right underneath.
She smiled and said good afternoon to the sickly sweet omega. "Is there anything I can help with today?" He asked, walking closer with an excited smile. "Polish Sa's sword, will you dear?" Such a cute nickname she used for her late husband. "Of course!" He smiled and motioned toward the sword but stopped, his smile faded. "Do you mind waiting for a bit? I have to drop off the food I've collected." Midoriya's smile came right back, bright as if nothing were wrong. She shifted uncomfortably in the bench she had right outside of the house and nodded. "See you in a bit!" He waved.
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A hand slapped his freckled cheek, forcibly twisting his head to the side. "All that time out there and you give me this? What the hell is wrong with you!?" He roared. Midoriya bit his lip to stop it from trembling like a child on the verge of tears. He kept his head down low and to the side so he wouldn't see those outraged eyes.
"Was it too much to ask? God forbid you need to help provide for this family, right!? I must be asking too much of an omega like you huh?!" The man rambled on. He gripped Midoriya's hair shook violently, punching him straight in the face, busting open his bottom lip in the process. He cried out in pain and rushed to speak. "I'm sorry, dad! I'll go back and get more!" "You better! I did not leave my entire family to serve our country in war just to have an ungrateful bastard like you suck us dry!" The angry father let go of the tangled hair. His father forcibly turned him around and shoved him out the house, knocking the smaller framed male to the dirt. He scoffed and slammed the sliding door shut with a loud bang.
Midoriya grumbled, fresh tears springing forth from the new pain. "I always get that amount..." He growled and sat himself up. He wished that one day maybe, he could run away with his mother and never look back. Hell, he'd take a beating again if it meant Midoriya could ouch him square in the nose. "Ouch.." He rubbed his new sore cheek, that'll leave a bruise for sure. His busted lip was bleeding as well so he lifted his shirt and pressed the new wound in hopes of lessening the blood flow.
He brushed himself off after a satisfying amount of time for the blood to stop and went behind the house to grab another woven basket. Should he grab the same things or maybe mix things up? Either way, he should probably fill the basket until it was dropping out it's contents. He hobbled himself straight back through town with a smile, as if he didn't have such an obvious mark.
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"Hello! I'm back!" He greeted the old woman. She looked up and looked away in shame. "I'll polish his sword for you now!" He ignored the reaction and went for the sword, praying before taking it from the ground. He spotted just what he needed next the the sword and started to polish.
A little over an hour passed and he knew he had to get going. So he trotted back to the forest after sliding the sword back into the ground underneath the flag, again paying his respects. Hopefully, the man who served so bravely for them doesn't decide to haunt him for disturbing his sword, that was most people's fear then.
It was always nerve wracking when messing with items of the dead. Praying was said to help of course, this the prayers to ward off the bad side of his spirit. But he polished the sword regardless since it was even worse luck to disrespect the dead's items, pretty much insuring you will be haunted. At least, that's what the villager's say.
Midoriya walked along the small path, made by him from simply walking which packed the grass into a small on footed trail. He spotted the clearing where most herbs he found were growing. The boy went straight for them and picked them out.
He sighed deeply, thinking about his father's strange reaction to the amount he had always brought. Today must have been a bad day.. Perhaps he had revisited the terrible cries of war, seeing his friends drop like flies. Or maybe it was his worst memory of all that decided to haunt him, his dear brother dying in his arms after being slashed by barbarians.
He never did meet his uncle, or rather, he never remembered. His mother told him he met him at a family gathering once when he was much too small to remember. He heard his uncle was a terribly kind man, brave and strong, courageous and righteous.
The snap of a twig made him jump. He quickly turned around to the noise, finding nothing. His heart pounded against his chest desperately as his eyes flicked all around him for the source of the noise which didn't dare to reveal itself. "Hello..?" He squeaked out. "Is someone there..?" He whispered in fear. He gulped, imagining something emerging to attack him. What if it was a bear? Or a barbarian coming back for blood? What if-
Leaves crunched under a heavy thud, making himself break into a run, ditching the basket in the moment. He swore he was hearing something give chase. What did it want? Was it going to kill him?
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Author: Hmmm this isn't my most impressive story but I like it!
