Help Me, I Know You Can Hear My Cries *HAS BEEN ADOPTED*

Help Me, I Know You Can Hear My Cries *HAS BEEN ADOPTED*

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My Hero Academia
When Izuku Midoriya was four years old, his mother was murdered. Afterward, Izuku suffered from multiple anxiety and depression disorders, causing severe mental breakdowns when he was left alone or if he heard the right trigger. Izuku was adopted by Rei and Enji Todoroki, being told he would find a new family. Instead, he found a broken household filled with suffering and pain. As time went on, life kept falling apart, with Rei being sent to a mental hospital, Touya disappearing, and Enji becoming even more of tyrant than he already was. The day after Izuku turned ten, he and his adopted brother Shouto decided to run away from home. They were found by someone who seemed familiar, who took them in and raised them. This is their story. Note: This fic has been adopted by @NerdyGhostQueen , so if you enjoy the story and want to continue reading, it will be updated on her profile! Thank you for reading!
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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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