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Izuku hated his middle school so much. He hated how kacchan treated him, the way kacchan would make fun of Izuku in front of everyone, hit him with explosions was all izuku can ever think of. To izuku it was terrifying, he was so frighten that’s all he could ever think of.
It hurts.
Izuku loved the sky.
He loved how quiet, nice it was. He would sit there on the rooftop all day, or lunch breaks at school. Write down some analysis in his notebook. The quiet always had its ways to Izuku. It didn’t shout at him, didn’t laugh at him, didn’t hit him. It’s just there, inviting cold breezes, winds, brushing gently through his little green curls so soft. Sometimes, he’d listen to some music. It calms him down, in ways that make you feel so comfortable, soft and gentle. With the sky and its beautiful colors, blue so blue, it looked soft, the clouds, the birds chirping, the wind.
Izuku loved everything about the sky.
Izuku loved rooftops, it was there for him when kacchan hit him, there when the teachers yelled at him for nothing, there when he needed it. Rooftops were so much different, its always empty, no one comes up there but Izuku. The rooftops always came with the sky. It listens to his cry, his little heart filled with tears, it listens to his mumbles, his thoughts. It saw him in the worst, his panic attacks, his brust – outs, he was pulling his hair, crying, apologizing to no one. It was Izukus only place. He belonged there.
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- “kacchan was very mean today…”
The small fagile boy thought.
Today, Katsuki hit him with explosions right in his ears. He almost went deaf. Katsuki pushed him, read his notes out loud. Katsuki beat him till he was bleeding, bruised so bad and so far from how you imagined. Katsuki poured milk on him. Katsuki called him fat and shoved his face in the toilet. Katsuki told him to take a swan dive off the roof. Katsuki-
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“Stop! …”
Poor boy was crying again, pouring all whats left in his heart to the sky, on the rooftop. It hurted so bad it was terrifying, the bruises, the dried – out blood from his nose.
His phone screamed 0:07 AM.
Tomorrow was Friday, Izuku still has school tomorrow. His mom didn’t came home today, of course she didn’t. Inko worked three jobs, she was never usually home.
It was so so early in morning when the rooftop called to him. It was lonely, it needed company. It needed to hear the boy, it loved the boy, the way he talks, how patient he was, his rambles and mumbles. The sky loved hearing his sweet voice.
Now he was crying his heart out, wet glassy eyes staring to the moon, their eyes were playing eye contact, but Izuku kept looking away. The tears kept coming, he couldn’t hold it anymore. Izuku felt rage and anger boiling in him, the awful feeling rising in him. But that feeling wasn’t alone. It came with guilt, hatred and sadness.
All of the feelings were growing so fast. But who could be blamed?
Izuku had bottled them up for so so long, far far from his memory. Now that everything he ever had was gone. The sadness and rage was growing and nothing to stop them.Izuku cried ‘till his throat was sore, his eyes burned, his body was numb, his mind was full of blurry memories of kacchan, of his mom, of the begging, the wanting of having a quirk. He was a quirkless deku. His feeling didn’t matter, nothing did tonight.
Izuku was so angry he shouted to the sky, he wished someone, anyone would hear him talk. The sky heard everything, it felt bad for Izuku. The sky wished it was that some one. It wished it could do something. But even then, its still the sky looking at the fagile boy on the rooftop.
It wanted to do something, to help Izuku.
Now it was 0:48 in the morning. School starts will startin a few more hours. Izuku Midoriya didn’t want to go to school. He hadn’t even done his homework yet. He felt bad, he couldn’t do anything, the teachers are gonna shout at him again, Kacchan will continue beating him again. By now he already stopped crying long ago.
Today was Friday, 1AM. But the boy refuses to go. He felt bad for mom. But who could blame him…?
The sky thought it could help.
It offered to help.
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Come to me little one, I’ll make you a star…