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Shouto Todoroki wasn't necessarily top of his class, but he was one of the top students. Shouto never really had a good life at home so he was grateful for school. Why you ask? Abuse, depression, anxiety. Y'know... the good stuff. Izuku Midoriya grew up without a quirk and that caused attention and bullies. Izuku never knew his father. These things never brought him down though. He was always happy and always smiling. Midoriya has been noticing Todoroki's strange behavior and sees the cuts on Todoroki's arm Beware: foul language suicide attempts self harm rape
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Izuku Midoriya was always told he was worthless. A boy without a Quirk, without a future, without a place to belong. But someone saw value in him. Not as a hero. Not as a person. But as something to be owned, shaped, and broken. Pain became familiar. Fear became routine. The world outside blurred into something distant, something that no longer felt real. But then-he was taken back. Not freed. Not truly. Because the body heals, but the mind does not forget so easily. Because even in safety, the echoes of hands that once held him down still linger. Because how do you return to a world that left you behind? Yet, in the midst of it all, hands reach for him. A family not by blood, but by choice. People who do not expect him to heal overnight-only to keep breathing, keep going, keep living. And maybe, just maybe, that will be enough. Uploading on Saturday (currently on a short hiatus)

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