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Midoriya Izuku always had problems with food, starting near the beggining of his first year of middle school. At first it was because of Bakugou and his his friends taking away Izuku's lunch, but then it grow to be him skipping meals at home, because he didn't want to waste money. He knew how much time Inko spent at work.

Izuku's third year of middle school is when he started to use food as a reward. "If I finish this assignment, I'll eat dinner with mom tonight."

When he started training with all might, he wouldn't eat at night unless he got praise, or did well during training. He didn't want to get fat from eating, so he'd work out for hours, and then just go home and pass out in his bed.

After that it became habit, not eating normally, skipping meals for days on end, and even when he was having a good day, he wouldn't eat until after he stopped being hungry. The stomach aches from hunger? Those were the worst, a horrible pain that felt like a black hole in his stomach.

After the night after the entrance exam for UA, He and his mom had katsudon together, But the days after that night he barely ate at all, waiting anxiously for the letter. Once it arrived it sat on his desk for almost another week, before izuku opened it. He mostly just stared at it.

After he opened it, and it said he got in, the days leading up to the first day of UA were all a blur, he remembered him and his mother packing up with clothes, and allmight coming by to congratulate him, but other then that he mostly just sat in a daze, still in a state of disbelief that he got in.

The very first day of UA, as he walked into the huge building, he was extremly nervous, and definetly not ready to meet all the new people in 1-A, but, he was very excited to meet all the pro hero teachers. He walked up to the huge door, and slowly pushed it open. 'Hopefully this won't be a disaster', he though, but sighed, 'no, it definitely will'.

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As izuku walked into the 1-A room, he thankfully didn’t see anyone from aldera. “OI, DEKU, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”, Izuku flinched slightly hearing Bakugo’s voice. His eyes scanned over the room again, this time finding bakugou sitting near the back. Izuku didn’t say anything, he just slouched down and walked towards an empty seat, sitting down as the chatter slowly grew again.

“If you’re here to make friends, you better leave” a voice came from near the door, and everyone turned to stare, seeing a caterpillar looking thing on the floor? A lot of confused muttering came from about the room as the weird creature stood up. “My name is Aizawa, and you may call me Aizawa-sensei, and I am your homeroom teacher.” Aizawa stepped out of the sleeping bag, walking behind the podium.

“Everyone put on your gym outfits and meet me outside in the field.” Everyone stood up, some walking and some running towards the locker rooms. Izuku was walking slowly, still thinking about how to change infront of the other boys. He had always changed in one of the stalls at aldera, but he didn’t know if the UA locker room had stalls.

Izuku walked into the locker room, keeping his eyes down, trying not to look at the other boys, who were already changing and chatting. ‘I’ll just wait until there aren't as many people’ Izuku thought, waiting for most of the boys to go out onto the field. Once most of them were gone, he changed quickly, trying not to look at his body.

Once he went out onto the field, They were doing tests of strength. Bakugo went first, getting around 704 meters for the ball throw. Izuku got average for most of the other fitness tests. When Izuku got to the ball throw, he threw the ball as hard as he could, and…!

He got 50 meters.

He looked back towards aizawa-sensei, seeing his hair floating and eyes red, he froze. “You… You erased my quirk?” Izuku said, staring at his sensei, before realizing ‘Those goggles.. I see! The eraser hero: EraserHead”.

“From what I could tell you can’t control your quirk” Aizawa sensei said, his voice monotone, “Do you intend on getting incapacitated again and having someone save you?”

“Th-That's not what I intended!” Izuku stuttered out, taking a small step backwards before Aizawa-Sensei’s tape wrapped around him and dragged him closer.

“Izuku Midoriya, with your power you can’t be a hero.” His sensei said, undoing the capture tape around Izuku’s back. “I have returned your quirk, you have two turns for the ball throw.”

Izuku walked back into the circle, thinking to himself, ‘Activate your quirk, focus it into the center of your finger, you can do this. You have to work two times as hard as other people, all of your strength, do what you can right now!’

Izuku took all of the strength from his quirk, focussing into his finger, and throwing it as hard as he could. “SMASH!” he yelled as he threw the ball, watching it fly and land, getting 705.3 meters. He gripped his finger in his hand, wincing. He knew that his finger and knuckle were definitely broken.

He ignored the stabbing pain from his hand, going back to stand near the others as the fitness tests finished.

Once he got home he put a splint on his fingers, wrapping a bandage around it. This wasn’t the first time he had broken a bone, and definitely not the last, He had always had weak bones.

“Izuku dear, I got Suzuki-Kun to take my shift at work, so we can have dinner together!” His mother called from the kitchen, and Izuku smiled softly, happy to spend time with his mother. He walked out of the bathroom and down the hall, going up to hug his mother.

After he and his mother ate and talked for hours, Izuku lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, eyes half shut and thinking. Izuku was an overthinker, and it was worse because he ate. ‘I shouldn’t have eaten, I have training tomorrow, kachan was right, I’m just a loser’. Izuku rolled over, pushing those thoughts from his mind ‘It’s fine, I’m in a hero school, and even if I just become a sidekick, I’ll be fine’.

He slowly fell asleep, buried under all of his blankets and still shivering.

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On the bus to the U.S.J, Izuku sat in the back, not speaking. He felt awkward in his hero costume, feeling an ache in his stomach as the fabric pressed close to his chest. He had a bad feeling about what was happening, but he pushed it aside as they got off the bus.

Izuku looked awe at the contents of the building, it was a tall dome shaped building, filled with different sections of rescue scenarios. As the class walked farther inside the building, his bad feeling got worse.

Because izuku was often a person who acted out of carefully considered impulse, he slipped away from the group, going around the edge of the building, finding a small pathway up to a spot where he could see down to where the class was, thinking as he walked 'i have never been wrong before, I'll wait to see what will happen'.

He could hear faint chatter from the group but couldn't hear what was being said, as he was focused on a growing circle of dense black mist near the middle of the building. He crouched down more, hand going directly to his stun gun, which his mother suggested he put in his hero costume.

His eyes were trained on two specific people, the man who seemed to be made of mist with the ability to teleport things, and a gray haired man near the back, who was covered in what looked like taxidermy hands.

He grew a bit frustrated as he saw the guy with the mist teleport his classmates away, but the rational part of his brain told him to wait to see what the gray haired man would do.

He watched the fight between the mist man and thirteen continue, and watched aizawa defeat the villains in the center one by one. He slowly stood up when aizawa started to loose, his brain forming a plan faster than his mouth could mutter out the words.

He slowly climbed a ways up the wall, getting to a small ledge in the wall before it started to curve into the ceiling. He stood there for a minute, breathing and finishing his plan, before testing out AFO once more, trying to channel less energy into his body, and instead of trying to force it into one place, he just let the feeling free.

He stretched for a second, before putting one leg against the wall, and pushing off, towards the center. There was definitely a sting from where he pushed off, but he ignored it, trying to power up his arms more, gritting his teeth and ignoring the pain his arms screamed at him.

As he started falling, he yelled "SMMASHHHH" aiming for the nomu pinning aizawa to the ground, and hitting it right on it's exposed head.

As the wind blew his body back into the air, he realized 'oh, I forgot that I would need to land'.

He barely landed, and more fell on the ground, slamming his shoulder into the concrete and definitely dislocating it.

Tomura grinned, starting at izuku and aizawa "Hey. what do you think will happen when the mighty symbol of peace, is finally killed by the villains". Tomura grinned, scratching at his neck.

Izuku flinched back, brain moving at warp speed to try and figure out what to do. A burst of sound startled all of them, as they looked over to where it came from, a shout rang out "I AM HERE".

Izuku sighed in relief, watching as all might punched the nomu away, and began fighting with him. Izuku rushed to his sensei, checking over his injuries.

He heard the gray haired man, shigaraki, as the mist covered man said, shout in frustration, yelling at his friend for a portal.

Izuku's brain couldn't come up with anything before he saw black mist in front of his face, seeing a hand coming out of it, and going directly for his throat.

Searing pain sprouted from his throat.

He choked and closed his eyes, just wanting for it to go away as he felt blood drip down his chest, staining his hero costume.

The pain lessened for a moment, but the grip around his neck tightened, as he heard a hoarse laugh.

"You're so cool, Eraserhead." Shigaraki said, squeezing izuku's throat. Spots of black danced in izukus sight as all he could do was stare forward.

Izuku glanced back, seeing his sensei's eyes open and red. As izuku's vision started to fade, he heard a yell coming from the entrance. He slowly thought 'the heroes are here, we'll be safe'.

He heard a gunshot fire as Shigaraki's hand let go of him, and he fell back into his knees, coughing and almost choking on his own blood once the wound wasn't being held shut.

He slowly faded out of consciousness as he felt himself become weightless.

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Izuku didn’t wake up for almost a day, not because of his injuries, Recovery Girl had come to heal many of the injured students and heroes, but because of malnourishment. It had only been his mother beside his bed for the whole time, except for the occasional nurse coming to check his IV. The only person from UA that came in, other than Recovery Girl, was Eraserhead, once he had woken up, he sat beside his student for around an hour, before he had to go back to his room.

Inko ended up having to go back to work, but the nurse promised her once her son woke up she would be contacted.

Izuku woke up alone.

Later when thinking about it, he likes to think he didn’t freak out. As soon as Izuku woke up, he curled into a ball, covering his eyes with his hands. His heart rate spiked and some alarm went off, and a nurse came jogging in, sighing once they saw it was just that he had awoken.

The nurse sat down next to Izuku, speaking quietly to him, trying to calm him down from what was clearly a panic attack. Izuku, who was Dissociating, only heard the slight hum of their voice. It became clearer sounding to him as he slowly brought his head up, his eyes blurry and confused.

The Nurse smiled at him, telling the student his name and where he was. Izuku opened his mouth to say something, before hunching down again, clutching his throat and wheezing slowly. The nurse handed him a cup of water, keeping their voice steady as they said “I need to make sure you can get liquids in you other than by IV, I know it’ll hurt but can you try drinking some water for me?”.

Izuku slowly grabbed the water from the nurse, his hands still shaking. He brought it to his mouth and tried to drink. He coughed after swallowing, making his throat burn and spots dance in his vision. “Try not to speak,until you heal” the nurse said. Izuku frowned and decided to do it anyway, and god it burned. “Notebook, writing” izuku eventually rasped out. The nurse quickly nodded, saying softly “once the doctor checks your throat I will get you one.” Izuku nodded, trying to smile at the nurse as they helped him lay down a bit.

Izuku’s brain drifted in and out as the doctor checked his throat, he wasn’t sure if it was the pain or if he was tired. As soon as the doctor left, as promised the nurse brought him a notebook and a pen.

He couldn’t grip the pen. Which was pretty much the last straw. Even as he finally got it he was still quietly crying, the only sound in the room being the wheeze from his throat as he tried to breathe. His grip on the pen was like a child learning to write. He had to stop and breathe every couple words, because his joints screamed in pain as he gripped the pen.

‘Where is my mom?’ is what izuku ended up scribbling out. The nurse looked at it and smiled. “I figured it would be a lot to wake up to your mom crying and hugging you, I wanted to give you time to calm down and rest, I can call her anytime you want.” Izuku nodded, all he wanted was to see his mom.

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There was a cartoon show on the hospital TV. Izuku had never seen this one, but then again he didn't know which cartoon this was, as he wasn't watching or listening.

He stared into space, thinking over and over again about what happened at the USJ and hating himself for it.

He knew rationally there was nothing he could have done, but deep down, all he could think about was what he could have done better. His spiral of self deprecation was interrupted by the same nurse from earlier slowly opening the door.

"Midoriya-san, are you ready for your mother to come in?". Izuku blinked for a few seconds, slightly dazed, then nodded.

Izuku never blamed his mother for not being around, or the disconnect between them. He surely didn't like her, but he didn't hate her.

But as his mother walked into the hospital room, rushing over to him and hugging him, izuku sobbed. Well, as much of a sob as he could do with his entire torso screaming in pain. He cried into her chest, wheezing sobs tearing through his chest.

They sat like that for a while, as the nurse talked to Izuku's mother, And Izuku himself faded in and out of consciousness. He distantly heard the nurse say that he might have permanent damage to his vocal chords. Neither his mother nor the nurse reacted when he let out a low whine after hearing that.

Izuku fell asleep after that, really hoping he wouldn't dream about what happened.

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Izuku had both the best and worst sleep he'd ever had.

He slept for almost 17 hours, because recovery girl came in and healed him again which took all his remaining energy.

His sleep was plagued with dreams of the Nomu, and of Shigaraki's hand around his throat. He never thought he could feel such horrid pain in a dream, but here we are.

Izuku woke very suddenly, his eyes flying around the room, as he struggles to sit up. He looked to his side, and saw his sensei sitting there.

"You're up." Aizawa-Sensei said, pausing for a second as Izuku Got situated. " Are you.... Alright..?" The older man spoke, after a few moments.

The Pro watched his student open and close his mouth a few times, and it felt like forever passed before a scratchy attempt at talking was made.

As Izuku struggled to speak, his sensei handed him a glass of water that was on the nightstand. Though the water was room temperature and hour old, it tasted like it was fresh poured million dollar water to izuku.

"Ah- Yes, Sensei... Is everyone... Alright?" Izuku basically wheezed out. The younger winced as he remembered the doctor talking about how his vocal cords might be damaged.

Aizawa-Sensei nodded, speaking softer now, "Thirteen was injured, but they're released from the hospital now, and everyone else only have minor scrapes and bruises." Izuku nodded, handing to cup back to his Sensei, fearing his shaky hands would spill the water.

Izuku leaned back against his pillows as Aizawa-Sensei's phone rang. He picked it up, speaking to whoever was on the other end for a few moments before hanging up and looking at izuku.

"I have to go, but I'm down as one of your emergency contacts in your medical forms. If you need anything, tell the nurse." His Sensei then speed walked out of the room.

Izuku was glad it was finally quiet.

He wandered through his own thoughts, thinking about the USJ, and Kacchan, and his Mom.

Izuku distantly recognized his nurse was coming in and changing the bandages still on his throat. He heard the faint mutter of them talking about his diet, and how malnourished he was.

'They were wrong!' Izuku thought, 'I don't have eating problems! I'm just healthy. There's nothing wrong with skipping a couple meals.

As the Nurse left Izuku rolled onto his sides continuing his spiral of self deprecating.

He drifted in and out of consciousness, still exhausted from Recovery Girls healing.

One of the times he faded back into conscious, he felt his stomach twist in pain. He slowly curled into a ball, as it felt like Shigaraki was disintegrating his stomach instead of his throat.

He slipped out of consciousness again, letting sleep take him.

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He hated this.
He hated this so much.

There were doctors coming in and out of room, the hospital gown was really itchy, the beeps of the machinery around him steadily getting louder.

They were taking his bandages off today.
Well, atleast the big one. Most of the smaller bandages had come off over the course of the few weeks he'd been stuck here.

It was also the day they were going to test if any permanent damage had come to his throat, vocal cords, or lungs.
Yeah, his lungs.
Apparently Shigaraki's quirk had spread even after he stopped directly touching Izuku. The doctors thought (hoped) there wouldn't be any damage to his lungs.

Anyway, back to the horrible awful feelings he was having.

Most of the chatter, movement and jarring sensations had settled, but he couldn't still feel the many eyes on him. His mother, and his sensei had been ushered out of the room, but were still peeking in through the glass of the door. One far more anxiously then the other.

The nurse who was there when he first woke up was hovering to the left of his hospital bed, her hand in Izuku's. Her instructions being to squeeze it if things became too much.
As they pulled the bandages away from his throat, she thought her hand was going to be crushed.

It didnt even hurt, according to Izuku, not like the searing burn when it first happened, or the whole body burning when he was truly desperately starving. All this, the hospital, the pain, hunger, It had turned into an ache, over the weeks.

Or maybe that was pain medication Izuku talking, or severe dissociation Izuku.

Oh look, here's dissociation Izuku again.

He could faintly feel hands on his throat, which would've earned a flinch if it wasn't muddled and faded.
His mother and sensei had been joined by a few of the doctors outside his room, while Izuku's nurse handed him a cup of water, trying to coax him to drink something.

He couldn't.

He just leaned back against his pillows.
He was done.

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Izuku had never been more dehydrated in his entire life.
Yes, he had water two minutes ago when a nurse came in to check on him and help him get water, but apparently a massive throat injury makes you a lot more thirsty.

Izuku was burned out. After having a complete meltdown (you cant blame him, he almost died), he was just sitting there.

He didnt know what to do with himself. He hadn't listened to what the doctors had said at any point, and he figured they'd tell him again at some point.

He didn't know what else the universe could throw at him to make him feel something.

Almost Immediately proving him wrong, the door burst open—as fast as one could open it—showing the tall figure of one Mina Ashido.

A blur of pink and eye scorching neon then threw herself into the chair beside the hospital bed.

"Izuku! Oh my god I'm so glad you're safe I was so terrified when I saw them take you away I thought I was never going to see you again!" Mina burst out, immediately starting to cry.

Izuku, who was previously unaware he was getting a visitor, looked startled and very very confused. He shot up out of the half laying position he was in, reaching out and grabbing both of Mina's hands, squeezing them.

After sitting there crying for a solid few minutes, Mina looked at Izuku, tears streaming down her face. Izuku, not knowing what to do, leaned forward and gently touched his forehead to Mina's.
It was like a dam broke, and although Mina had being crying seconds before, like the Izuku kinnie she is, she somehow cried even harder.

After a second of gentle hesitance, as Mina was worried for the newly unbandaged boy, she launched forward, curling herself into the other.

Honestly? Izuku thought he had no more tears left (he had said this many times before, and always, somehow, cried more right after), but seeing his friend crying basically half in his lap? He had backup tears just for that, apparently.

He leaned over Mina, resting his hands on her back as she sobbed. The two sat there for a minute, both crying and honestly just glad to be alive.

Izuku clumsily wiped away the tears that had been rolling down his cheeks as the pink girl sat back up. Mina sniffled, reaching into her pockets to pull out a pack of tissues, getting one out for herself and handing one to Izuku.

A realization dawned on Mina, as she actually processed their very abrupt entrance into Izuku's hospital room.
"Oh! I called you Izuku, I'm sorry! I know we've only known each other for a few weeks but I just got so excited that you were alive and I-" She paused her very embarrassed explanation as Izuku raised a hand up to stop them.

He looked around for his notebook to write on, before frustratedly realizing it probably got taken from the room without him noticing.
Mina, being the saint they are, realized what he wanted, and quickly pulled out her phone, opening the notes app and essentially throwing it at Izuku.

She then sat there for a moment, waiting for the other to finish typing what he couldn't say. The atmosphere, obviously, was painfully awkward. Izuku, frustrated about how slow he was typing, and Mina, anxious to see what the other says (well, types).

Izuku handed the phone back to her, waiting as they read it.

"You-" Mina spoke, her voice wavering, "you're alright with it..?"

Izuku nodded, shyly grinning at the other.
Mina, whom definitely had many more tears to cry, tried desperately not to start crying again. Izuku reached out and grabbed one of her hands, doing his best to comfort her.

Another moment of realization (she has many things to realize) came to Mina. She stood up very abruptly, reaching into her pockets until she found what she needed, which was a lightly crumpled letter.

She handed it to Izuku, before immediately snatching it back, realizing he probably couldn't open it.
She explained while it was while opening it. Well, not so much opening it as ripping the entire seal off.
"It's a letter from Aizawa-Sensei and Nedzu, explaining what happened and what they're doing next."
She continued chattering about it while Izuku scanned through the contents.

"All the staff at UA is super swamped with paperwork right now, so nobody could come down and talk to you, so I told them I would. I was planning on coming to see you anyway, I was really worried." Izuku was confused about how she had so many words to speak, he didn't think anyone had talked this much to him in a long time. God, he wished he could say something back.

Mina continued, seemingly filling up the silence enough for the both of them.
"After the fight, UA cancelled school for almost a week. Sitting at home spiraling didnt seem like a good time, so I figured I'd come here."

Izuku listened in to what Mina was saying while he continued to read the letter he recieved over and over again. There wasn't any actual information in it, more formalities about how they were sorry and how it won't ever happen again.
He sighed, though it came out more like a crackly exhale, and put the letter back down on the side table.

Mina looked at him, curiosity clear on their face.
"Well? Did it say anything interesting?"

Izuku shook his head, and Mina sighed disappointedly.
"I mean, it figures they wouldn't actually say anything important. Who knows, maybe one of the staff will come talk to you at some point." Mina spoke as she got up.

Mina, who was probably the most badass person Izuku would ever befriend, had a habit of taking charge of situations that were really shitty. She continued to complain about UA and talk about other mundane things as she walked to the other side of the bed.

Picking Izuku up, in a princess carry, Mina moved him over to the other side of bed. She went back around to the other side, climbing onto the bed, and immediately pressing themself against the boy.

In any other situation, Izuku probably would have died. But right in this moment, this is what he needed. He hadn't felt a kind touch in a long time.

Izuku immediately melted into the other. Mina had a tendency to have a naturally high body heat, because of her quirk, so the other pressing up against them wasn't a surprise.

That's how it went for the next 5 days.
Mina, showing up at the begining of the visitation time, climbing into the bed with Izuku and talking, showing him videos, and doing anything they can to entertain the other.

On the day of the last morning of Izuku's hospital stay, Izuku was ready for when mina walked in, with a notebook and a pen in his hand, he looked at the pink skinned girl with a grimace on his face.

As she had done every morning of that week, Mina threw themself onto the bed. She looked at Izuku, dreading what he had to tell her.

"What is it? Did the doctor tell you what's going on with your injury's? Did it go well? Are you okay? Do you want a hug?" Mina frantically questioned, and without waiting for a response, they launched themself forward, wrapping her arms around Izuku, hugging him like both of their lives depended on it.

Izuku, with shaky hands, gave Mina the notebook, the writing already on the page.

'i spoke to the doctor, he said that the damage to my vocal cords is currently too much to help. With a surgery and physical therapy, I'll probably be able to speak again, but their estimate is that it won't happen for another two years. They need to let my body heal itself before doing anything, and they think a healing quirk would mess it up'

Tears dropped onto the page, smearing the ink in some places. Izuku and Mina looked at eachother, both crying. Mina rushed to make this easier on both of them, getting up to turn off the lights, and playing quiet music on their phone. Izuku curled into a ball, and Mina wrapped themself around him, holding him as both of them cried.

Izuku drifted off to sleep after a while, and Mina followed soon after, both exhausted.

A few hours later (both teens were exhausted), Izuku woke up. He sat half up, looking at the clock. There was still 2 hours until visiting hours were over, so he laid back down, pressing himself back into the other.

A quiet 'ahem' startled him back out of Mina's arms. He sat up, looking in the direction of the door, to find his sensei, Aizawa Shota.

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Hey!!
So I hate this
Lol
I'm going to be rewriting everything up to my most recent chapter
So,yeah. I'm going to actually try to write more
Stay tuned!!
This fic will maybe stay up after I post the new one??? Idk I'll think about it

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Okay, I posted the new one
It's called withering Leaves
Bc
He's green
And he almost died
Clever? Right?

Yea :)
Go read it so I can have motivation to write more.
Thanks! Have a good day <3