Izuku grew up trying to fit in with his parents and his friends but unfortunately, nobody accepted him because he was quickless, he loved to draw with the ink bottles he found at an abandoned warehouse, it was his only pleasure in his terrible life, until one day something snapped. And not in a good. (First fanfic so please no hate) MHA and Bendy and The Ink Machine are not my property. Credit to the artist of the pictures I use and again please no hate.
4 parts