Aizawa's Cat (Old)

Chapter 4

Izuku stood in the boys changing room and stared down at the uniform Aizawa-Sensei had given the whole class, heart in his throat. It had short sleeves. The many scars on his arms would be on show. Although there was barely any compared to his chest and back, there was still quite a lot. There was two scars he was worried about the most. On his left forearm there was a burn from where he didn't cook dinner fast enough so his mother pushed his arm on to the heating element. The second was on the other arm where his mother was eating said dinner and didn't like it so she stabbed him with the steak knife.

He really didn't want anyone to see them, especially Shouta. Honestly, what were the odds that his homeroom teacher just happened to be him!
*You deserve them. No one can see!*
His eye twitched slightly.
'Maybe if I wear my long sleeved top underneath?' He nodded his head decisively. 'That's what I will do!'

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Izuku walked home slowly, thankful that no one had questioned his long sleeved shirt and prideful that he had managed to get into the top ten quirk test results. He had been shaken when Aizawa-sensei had told the class that the last person would be expelled, from his blurry memories he knew the man didn't lie and he was so scared he would be dead last, which he held to as he sent a boy with purple balls on his head packing but from the girls reactions he thought it wasn't a major loss.

Coming out of his thoughtful daze, Izuku stared at the door to his apartment. He really didn't want to go inside. His heart began to thud heavily, mother was furious so his punishment would be severe. Slowly he retrieved his key and shakily opened the door. His mother was waiting for him, standing with her arms crossed.
"Get into position."
The young boy dropped his bag and moved into the living room, taking his shirt off as he went. He was terrified. Small, trembling hands touched the wall at shoulder height. 'Please don't, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!'

*smack*

There was no warning before the whip hit him.
"Remember to count!" Inko snarled before whipping him repeatedly.
"T-two.....t-t-hree, four! Fiv-e, si-x."
He sobbed as he counted, it hurt so much! Blood began to roll sluggishly after the fourth hit. Izuku's knees buckled slightly making the whip miss his back, striking him across the cheek instead.

His vision went white as he screamed 'It hurts! Hurtshurtshurtshurts!' Falling to the floor Izuku clasped the right side of his face as blood trickled through his fingers.

Inko stared at the boy in disgust
"You can't even stand for your punishments properly! You are such a disappointment!" Lashing out with her feet, Inko smirked as she stomped on her son's ribs.
"Go to your room and clean yourself up!"

The boy moved as fast as he could, scrambling to the door where he finally managed to find his feet. When he reached his room he fell on the floor, his head spinning. 'I didn't mean to be so bad! I'm sorry! I don't know what I did!' His face and back throbbed mercilessly, he just wanted to get away. He knew he deserved this but maybe, just for a little while, he could get away from it all.

Without a second thought the boy transformed into his favourite form and a small green cat squeezed through the window and out into the night.