DAY 1
Izuku's pov:
Day 1. I have been locked up for about an hour, and I was already panicking. I wasn't immobile, but my hands were tied behind my back, and I had cloth around my mouth. If I am lucky, which most of the time I'm not, but if I am lucky, my father will just forget about me. However, God must hate me. The door to the basement slammed open, and my father came stumbling down. He was drunk. He harshly grabbed me by my hair, pulling me off the ground.
"You little piece of shit. You had to go blab. I'll make sure you die down here!" He said, gradually getting louder. He then opened his mouth, and smoke started to form. My eyes widened when he started to breathe fire. He blew fire at me as he threw me to the ground. The fire burned my back, I was sobbing in pain. Mentally begging for anyone to save me. He laughed after he stopped, and began kicking me in my chest, causing me to have a hard time breathing. I couldn't take in any air from my mouth, so I started getting light-headed from the lack of air. Finally, he left, and I was able to slowly catch my breath. Would I even be able to survive a week of this?
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