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Izuku lay in a stolen bed, he had grabbed from a dumpster a few months ago, I can’t remember exactly from where,and contemplated how his life got this bad,
what was the point of all the suffering that he went through?,
did he piss off the wrong person?,
did he do something at the wrong time?,
did he do anything at all?
Was he supposed to encourage them to beat him and use him as a quirk punching bag?
Or did whatever external creature that created humanity just hate him with everything it had?
No matter how many times he ran it through his mind, the answer was always the same:
nothing
absolutely nothing at all
he was kind to everyone,he tried and tried,he thought he did everything right.He didn’t bother to speak up whenever The Head Threatened to break his spine and dump his corpse somewhere in the middle of the woods. He never complained to anybody that he never saw his Mom. You never bothered to complain about the fact that he, at most, ate one meal a day
he sacrificed everything that he had. Wasn’t it supposed to give him “good karma”? He forgot the saying now.It was probably something else
or was it landing on the wrong side of the genetic lottery according to literally everything?
He sighed. It was cold, hell it was the middle of fall,and there was no use crying over a (apparently) pre-set fate,
but of course, he still had to remember that his current financial situation was still horrible
since his birth giver’s lover/worst nightmare stopped paying child support as soon as she died,he was broke. Since he had to be 18 in order to grab his inheritance, but he already knew deep down that the jack ass took it as soon as the announcement was made,even though it was illegal, but of course, it was not reinforced because he was still considered a second-class citizen of Japan, due to the lack of a second toe joint.What a wonderful country.
he sdidn’t know exactly how he was paying UA tuition fees, He was never informed about it and he never received any emails about it in his inbox., but it was probably just a bunch of debt that he would have to somehow work off for the rest of his life,wich was unfortunate because eraserhead decided to have a personal vendetta against a 15-year-old because he was on good relationships with the number One hero,and because he was apparently illiterate and decided to not read the file that he was payed to read,so he was definitely not making it past his first year,so bye bye oh so sweet hero pay,
he then felt a humming beneath his skin as if in agreement
and There was a…..Another problem!
He was the ninth welder of ofa,so he had another target on his back from a homicidal 200 year old super villain with a superiority,inferiororidy,and a god complex,that also like to manipulate and groom little kids to get his way, so probably add pedoto that last
no wonder after all might’s injury from Afo sir nighteye decided “fuck this” and moved to God knows where off grid
he also occasionally got weird blips of conversation in his head randomly,wich wasn’t exactly fun because it always was seemingly in the middle of a board game,uno,or any other physical copy of a game in existence,and there. was. ALWAYS. SCREAMING.
he sighed and resisted the urge to curl up and cry,because he still had school
which, of course, Was another problem
because today was the end to the week brake after the “USJ incident” as the media chose to dub it
and his classmates had been absolutely hysterical,which wasn’t exactly the most groundbreaking thing ever, but they were sobing like their entire family was killed and tortured in front of them,so he could really gather was that today was not exactly going to be easy to get through without headphones,so he quickly nabed them up from the floor and shove them into his bag for good measure
then his stolen alarm clock went off
right he still had to go to he-school, right,yeah, school
he blinked,blinked again,and again,and then forced himself to roll over bye yelling internal threats at himself and insults ,and then he tryed to get up
his body protested when he sat up, but he really couldn’t care less, at least he wasn’t being dragged at his house at five in the morning and thrown out onto the streets while it was pouring down rain with nothing but the clothes on his back, fully disoriented, with his backpack that he refused to go anywhere without as it had saved multiple times, actualy, his mom probably thinks that he died shortly afterwards,but unfortunately for her, he didn’t go down that easy
he looked around where he was staying,he was currently in a old abandoned warehouses roof,(he had hauled a bunch of wood boards for a platform on top of the beams)
In one corner there was a freezer that looks like it was about to explode,in the sender of the platfrom there was a large stone slab with a bunch of still slightly on fire cole’s from last nights fire,his thoughts went down a large rabbit hole as he got dressed into his uniform as he recalled his life for the fifth time that morning, recalling the nights on the streets after his mom decided that he was too much to care for, and it kicked him out on the night of his 13th birthday, and the feeling around three weeks after when he had saw in a news article drifting by news that she had died in a villain attack in a nearby supermarket, his life, had never exactly been the easiest,but it had never gotten that bad,
after a response drifted for a little longer and hit him like a bullet train gone rogue
in a very distant memory from when he was five he had over heard a conversation between his egg donor and Sperm donor over grandpa jj’s inheritance,he hadn’t Carried at the time,Why would he,He was five and trying to figure out why his parents didn’t love him anymore,and why kacchan kept trying to kill him for looking at him,but now what exchange between them in that fight was implying was worth gold to him
”inko! what the fuck do you mean he left izuku his log cabin in the mt.fugi woods!,cant we just sell it so his worthless legacy can be worth shit! it’s worth millions!,maby even worth billions!”
”hizashi for the last goddam time! we can’t,we could get fucking prosecuted if we did that!,You were on the run for God sake,eleven american felonys! eleven ! do you think they’ll let somebody who’s wanted by the American federal government for millions sell a fucking house that wasn’t even left in there name?? your a fucking delusional idiot if you think so!,”
”well fuck you to!”
”fuck you!,drop dead already!”
”DIE!”
izuku couldn’t care less that they almost strangled each other that night, or the fact that there neighbor had barged through the door and knocked both of them out,or the rest of the night in genral
what he was focused on was the fact that there was a house that was left in his name,and that his greedy ass sperm doner hadn’t been able to get his greedy little hands on it
so that ment that he could go live there instead of the streets,
he had a wide grin spread across his face as he-exited the warehouse,and even if the cabin wasn’t there any more,he’s pretty sure that being in the woods would be better than sharing in his lunch with a rat on the side of the road
his plan in his mind was set,if aizawa gives them a gauntlet exercise for a “light training”
run for the Cabin!
if bakugou tells him to die one more time during a sparring session
punch him in the face,flip off aizawa, and Run for the cabin!
if Mineta tries to perv on him on more time
Punt the litttle shit as far as he can,flip off baukugo and aizawa,and run for the cabin!
and if the league of villains shows up?
Flip everyone off everyone and run for the cabin!
he could figure out what to do with ofa later,he had to go to…” school”
and as he walked out from under the wherehouse like he did every day,he had a grin on his face that could rival nezus in creepyniss
and his half thought out plan was set into motion