Home Is Where You Are

Midoriya Izuku was never really a normal boy. From his birth, people always felt at home when by his side. Safe and sound, as they would say. But his childhood friend never thought so, using his smarts to figure a thing or two out. His quirk never affected himself, but at that moment, Izuku wished that it did. He wanted to sugarcoat everything until it was all but buried beneath the thick layers of deceit.
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cross-posted from ao3