Healing (Hitoshi x Izuku)-Discontinued-

Chapter 1 ⚠️

   Izuku's POV

   "YOU SERIOUSLY THINK WE'RE FRIENDS?!" the angry ash blonde yells, his crimson eyes wild with rage and his face twisted with disgust.

   I can feel the tears threatening to to spill over from my own eyes "K-Kacchan, I thought-" I was cut off by a blow to the gut and I double over. Tears falling as I gasp for the air that was knocked out of me.

   "I only hung around you because my old hag made me!" He spat, " you're so fucking annoying with your mumbling and you're always up my ass!"

   A kick to my ribs sends me rolling onto my back. I hiss in pain as I wrap my arms around myself to guard against anymore damage. I know he wouldn't hit me in the face, he wouldn't want my mom to find out about this. Our moms have been best friends their whole lives. So I concentrate on protecting what I know he could go for.

   "I feel sorry for your soulmate, Deku. You're useless!" He shouts, venom staining his voice. "Why don't you go take a swan dive off a roof and do us all a favor. Nobody would ever want your stupid ass and nobody would even care"

I open my eyes to see a malicious smirk pull at his lips as he lands a last kick to my hip before leaving me there a sobbing mess.

  ————

   I wake up in tears. I hate that dream, I really do. Me and Kacchan used to be so close, up until the last year of middle school. Or at least I thought we were. I wipe the drying tears from my eyes and lose myself in my thoughts, knowing I wasn't going back to sleep any time soon.

   It had never crossed my mind that our parents pushed for him to be friends with me since they were so close. I'm sure they just expected it to work, but it didn't.

   Reliving that incident hurt more than I could really explain, if I'm being honest. After that, I closed in on myself. I stopped trying to talk to him, I stopped asking to go to his house, I'd always make up excuses why I couldn't go to dinners. It was really hard all through the rest of that year.

  He kept beating me up though. I don't know why but I eventually just stopped fighting back. Boy was that the wrong thing to do... That was the day he finally hit me in the face. That was also the day my mom found out what had been going on.

   He broke my nose, you can't really hide that. I ended up going to the hospital where they found bruises from past beatings and signs of past bone fractures that I had kept to myself. My mom was absolutely heartbroken.

   She decided to move me far away from Kacchan where I finished the last month of middle school and started going to a high school close to our new home.

   Things went smoothly. Although I couldn't bring myself to make new friends, I had a few acquaintances. They mostly just talked to me to help with homework and studying, since the only thing I have going for me is my good grades.

   I wanted to get into UA, one of the best arts and performance colleges in Japan, so I had to keep my grades up and do my best.

...

   I look out my window and see the sun just starting shine. I take a deep breath and exhale before lifting the covers off of myself and head to my bathroom for a shower.

  Letting the hot water wash away what's left of my dream, I start to relax a little while I finish washing up.

   Stepping out of the shower, I dry my hair before wrapping the towel around my waist and head to the sink to brush my teeth. Looking into the mirror, I do my best to avoid the black strip in the center of my lips.

   It's my soulmate mark, You're born with these marks that tell you where your soulmate will touch you for the first time. When it happens, the marks disappear and a tattoo the color of your soulmates eyes appear on your chest, just over your heart with the time and date it happened.

   I hate it. I can't imagine anyone wanting to be my soulmate. I can barely imagine anyone genuinely just wanting to be my friend. I don't have anything to offer anyone. I don't want someone to be tied to me their whole lives, that's not fair to them.

   I huff through my nose, frustrated with my train of thought as I spit into the sink and rinse the it out before heading into my room to get dressed.

   I put on my favorite shirt, It's blue and the comic hero All Might is on the front showing off his signature smile and pose, and throw on some grey sweats. Not even going to try and tame the green mess that is my hair before walking down to make breakfast. Glancing at the clock, I smile. 7:30am, My mom should be getting up pretty soon.

...

   She got up just as I was finishing the eggs and bacon. My mom is a short woman, with the warmest smile in the world. It matched her personality perfectly. Although she was definitely a big time worrier, it was just because she cared so much about the people she loves. I've done my very best not to add to her worries with my own problems, she really doesnt need the added stress.

We end up talking about Dad and how he might be visiting soon. Dad was hardly ever here, he owned a pretty big business over in America. He visits when he can and he sends us more money than we really need, both my mom and I are pretty simple people. Mom ended up putting whatever we didn't use for bills and necessities into a savings for my college fund.

   "You know, aren't you supposed to get your results for UA back sometime this week?" My mom asked confidently. Her emerald eyes looking into her coffee mug as she smiled.

   As if on que, the mail dropped through the metal slit in our door. We both snap our heads as we hear it snap shut and notice a large envelope with the UA logo on the floor in he other room. We look at each other, my nerves spiking as my mom smiles excitedly. " ooooh it's here! Let's go look!"

   She scrambles out of the kitchen to grab the envelope, me following cautiously behind her when she hands it to me. I gulp down my nerves and break open the seal to slide out a single sheet of paper. My eyes instantly start to blur with tears.

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