Sitting in the common room with his class while they shared funny childhood stories, Izuku remained silent. Not because everyone was talking over each other to be next, but because he had none. His mother was never home long enough to play with him, and he could hardly remember what life was like before his diagnosis. His childhood was a blur of heroes and pain, and not a single part of it felt happy outside of the rare moments he spent with his mom. Those few times she held him, exhausted and barely holding herself together promising that she'd never leave him and that one day it would get better for them. It was better now, but Izuku was left with no childhood to remember.All Rights Reserved