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Izuku did cry at his father’s funeral, but not because he was sad, but because he was so relieved to finally be free. Free from the training and the beatings, his hateful gaze and his burning quirk. People muttered their condolences but most just eyed him with pity. They all knew he had no family left that he was alone.
He had been truly alone for a lot longer than that since when his mom had been killed. The day he got his quirk.
Izuku had come home from school that day quite happy. He had aced a test, he couldn't remember what one, and he busted down the door smiling. However the moment he entered their apartment a sharpened silence pierced him. She never left without a text to Izuku before she left anywhere. He quickly checked his phone but there were no new messages from his mom.
Usually, his mom had the TV on for background noise but it was shut off. He immediately knew something was wrong. Izuku ran all over the apartment, till all was left was his mom’s room.
Izuku slowly opened the door. Maybe she was not just taking a nap, though he had never seen her take one before. He thought as he stared into the darkness. It took a second for his eyes to adjust as he took it all in.
The slits in the shades illuminated his mother’s face. She was laid on the floor with a knife in her chest. Blood pooled around her body like she had been there for some time. Izuku ran toward her and grabbed her had as he started to cry. She was ice cold, and in that instant, he knew his mother was dead. There was nothing left in her half-lidded eyes.
He kept muttering to himself "this can't be happening!" over and over again as he started to cry.
Big fat tears rained down as he started to truly sob. The pit of his stomach started to heat up as he sobbed more. Smoke began to spew from his mouth in heavy clouds. Everything became hot as flames started to spew from his mouth. They kept getting hotter and hotter as he cried harder at the pain as scorched at both sides of his mouth and about his mom's lifeless hand in his,
Soon everything was on fire, white-hot. That snapped Izuku to act. He was dragging his mother through the apartment as it started to fall on them. Weak as he was Izuku was he got her outside.
As his neighbors were running outside and it was obvious of the source of the fire. It was hard to notice the kid was spewing fire from his mouth. He had drug her out of the apartment still with a knife in her chest. He was on auto-pilot as he got her down the stairs, away from the growing flames.
Some of them tried to approach but he just screamed and cried harder as the flames flying from his mouth became stronger with every tear shed.
Izuku couldn't tell how much time passed but all of a sudden he felt no more heat. It was startling enough for him to look up. A man with messy black hair, that was floating almost lazily, walked up to him. He kneeled next to him and just let him cry into his scarf. The man then wrapped an arm around to hold him closer.
Izuku’s whole body hurt but nothing came close from the parts of his throat to the sides of his face. Sirens came closer and slowly Izuku began to lose consciousness as the pain in his heart and in his throat became too much and as the adrenaline started to wear off.
He didn't wake up again for 3 more days.
The sounds of the hospital were the first thing he registered. Izuku warily opened one eye, he was alone lest for the hospital equipment and it's constant humming. Everything was stiff and numb.
Everything came back to him and started to sob again. The pain too came back in waves as he opened his mouth. He couldn't taste that blood but he could feel it as it gushed from the corners of his mouth. He slowly peeled back the bandages off his face. Izuku watched himself do this in the reflection of the window. As the last bandage fell way he saw two long burn marks from both corners of his mouth to about where his ears started.
He started to choke on his blood in utter horror, but nurses and doctors rushed into his room. And again Izuku faded from consciousness.
The next time Izuku woke up he saw his father. Not that he really saw him much up until that point, his parents had divorced and his father really didn't want his hero reputation to be muddled by a quirkless son.
His father, The hero named Dragon, looked down at him.“And to think I thought you were truly quirkless.” Hisashi Midoriya sneered.
His mother’s funeral was small with only friends attending as she didn't have any family left. Izuku’s bandages covered the bottom half of his face, and they soaked with every tear he cried that day till they were soaking wet. His father surprisingly said nothing as he usually scolded him whenever he cried. though he didn't comfort Izuku in any way. Hisashi just stood stone-faced the whole time.
Almost all of his mom's friends couldn't even look at him. Mrs. Bakugou gave him a hug and tried to avoid the bandages all over his body. Kacchan stood to the side scowling and Izuku was kinda glad that he was, it was nice to have something not change. With all the questioning and interrogating they concluded that he hadn’t done it and didn't have control over his quirk so the burning of the apartment building was a mere accident born out of tragedy. But the whispers still said the opposite.
Some man apparently killed her, though he denied it, and with that, the case was closed with a nice neat bow. They didn't even need to go to trial.
Not much happened till his doctors gave him the all-clear and that was when hell broke loose. Izuku would wake up to his father’s angry voice to quickly eat before morning practice. He would thoroughly have his ass kicked and his throat burned from his new volatile quirk. Then he would finally get to go to school, as isolating as school was he still loved to learn, constantly earning the highest marks.
Izuku started a new school closer to his dad’s house. It was quite the same as his old one, except for Kacchan, who he didn't see again after his mother’s funeral. This time everyone avoided him because people were convinced he purposely burned down his apartment to cover up his mother’s murder. The scars on his face didn't help with making him look more innocent. The burns had healed as well as they could but it was still quite nasty to look at.
Night practices were where his father would really beat the shit out of him. He would get some time before his father came back from hero work for him to actually complete his homework though. For months after he used his new quirk, he would cough up blood and fire. In time, that subsided to only when he pushed himself too far.
Every night Izuku would produce his flames at the gym his father had in his basement that was made of solid concrete, but his father would never be satisfied. He wanted him to produce the white-hot ones he had when his mother died, but he could only make normal ones.
After many months of only being able to produce flames from his mouth. Izuku finally was able to control them. He let some fire from his mouth and guided them to his hands where it was easier to manipulate then they grew in magnitude at his summons. His father didn't have control of the flames after they left his mouth, but Izuku did and he deduced he had his mother’s quirk to thank. He wanted to smile but all he could think of was his mom. And so all he did was cry.
Hisashi really beat him that time as he put ‘to get rid of the crybaby part of him and that hero’s don't cry.’ that night, Izuku stared at his ceiling, silently crying and barely being able to move, and in that moment Izuku thought that if Hisashi was a hero, then he would never be one.
His ‘training’ continued for another 4 years until Hisashi finally died, Izuku had turned 12 the previous week. His father didn't die in a big explosion or in another flashy way he wanted. Instead, he got hit by a car. Something so simple and yet such a normal way to die. Even though Izuku was a kind kid he still secretly wished he was in more pain when he died since he had died on impact.
Apparently, he was pretty messed up because it was a closed casket showing. Izuku was glad for that because he didn't want to see him again.
People from Hisashi’s agency filtered in and out, he didn't have many friends. Izuku was the only constant in the funeral home. That was mostly because he didn't have any other place to go.
As the funeral began to close one last person came into the empty hall. Izuku wasn’t paying attention at that point until a hand landed on his shoulder.
Izuku was all instinct as flinched out of the man’s grasp. He spun around and was about activate his quirk, some smoke already started to puff out. His terrified eyes lit ablaze with determination. All that stopped when he saw who the man was. All Might, tall and proud, stood there and was a little surprised at his behavior.
“I'm sorry for that young man.” All Might shuffled quite uncomfortably as he stared at both the casket and Izuku. The quiet between them became quite awkward.
The silence lasted some time longer. Though his father was a hero Izuku didn't know he had known All Might. Izuku wanted to be excited to see his idol. but seeing him here trying to pay his respects to Hisashi put a pit in his stomach.
All Might finally broke the silence “he was a good man.” He had said it like it was a statement, a fact. All Might seemed to think these were comforting words.
Izuku couldn't do anything but laugh even though there wasn't anything funny about it. He was practically curled over in laughter though there wasn't anything that funny about what he said.
All Might was quite taken aback and utterly confused, but Izuku didn't care. He wiped the tears from his eyes. “Ok, sure he was.”
He was about to say more but the funeral director called to announce to them both that the showing was over.
Izuku took that as his leave as he walked out of the funeral home. He didn't bother getting a ride so he walked the 2 hours back home.
The house was silent as Izuku walked through the front door. He went to his room and laid in his room thinking of what happened that day and what was to come. Child services were going to be picking him up in the morning. Izuku grimaced at that, but there wasn't anything he could really do.
His head spun for a long time before he finally fell asleep.