"Can you remember who you where before the world told you who you should be?" Long sharp nails dug into the face of Izuku, drawing small beads of blood to drip down his face. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Izuku truly was art. He was a beautifully destroyed painting, building more layers of deep, vivid, red. ⚠️‼️WARNING‼️⚠️ This story will have rape, character death, self harm, suicidal thoughts, actual suicide, and all that sh/t in the barrel. This is a nsfw story so if any of this triggers you don't read this story. It's not that hard. This work was created just for the character Izuku Midoriya to suffer and I am in no way condoning rape and suicide or romanticizing them.
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