It was night time.
If you were a normal person, you'd say, the night was peaceful, but if u were someone like me, after all those mental, physical, and even emotional trauma and abuse I've gone through, you would know the night was filled with danger to the brim, muggings in the alleyways, accidents, kidnaps, and especially death.
As everyone was sleeping deku was in the bathroom throwing up the last bit of his dinner, its pitiful isnt it? A kid like him just wasting the food that had been graciously given to him, he wasnt worth the money.
He collapses into the cold tiles, eyes blurry and mind foggy, but it feels like theres something clawing the back of his mind, trying to escape,
Then all he could see was that smile,
It was a sadistic smile that promised nothing but pain, pure hot pain.
And all he could hear was a voice that called him by his old name,
He remembers some,
The doctor telling him he was quirkless,
"I'm so sorry izuku!"
'thats not what I wanted to hear..'
His childhood best friend turning on him like everyone else,
"your a quirkless useless deku, that name suits you, you fucking cripple!"
'I didn't do anything wrong, I just wanted to help people'
His mother getting killed by a villain
"Im doing your mom a favor brat"
"izu run!"
A picture of his mom getting dismembered like some stuff toy
'please, god dont take her away from me too!'
Him.
"heres a present little izuku"
'it hurts, it hurts, IT HURTS, ITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURT-'
HE REMEMBERS IT ALL, THE FEAR, THE ANGER, THE PAIN.
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BAD LUCK
General FictionDeku is an orphan who was abandoned in birth, abused by the caretakers, bullied by his peers and most of all his quirk was late, if youd think he'd be happy hell no it only gave him his so called BAD LUCK
