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He hates home, he has always hated it. Wherever he was there there were no soft touches or loving words. There were only punches and kicks, harsh words that hurt more than any bruise.
It’s mainly his dad that hurts him. There seems to be no reason for it. Izuku just thinks he finds it fun. To see his only son beat up on the ground crying and whimpering. At first, his mom would help Izuku. After his dad had his fun she would whisper to him about how it will be okay and how much she loves him while tending to his wounds.
That ended very quickly though Izuku’s not sure if his dad threatened her or she just got tired of dealing with him. She just stopped when he went to her one night. She just ignored him and there were no soft and kind words. Just the sound of a seven-year-old begging his mother to look at him.
He would go to her every night crying and begging just to be met with nothing. Anytime he was in the room she would continue doing whatever she was working on and she would give no reaction to him. It was like he was invisible to her; it was like he didn’t even exist.
It was a bad day his dad came home mad and was harsher with his punishment than he usually was. When he was done and left Izuku felt like he was dying. Everything hurt so much. From his head that was pounding to his right hand where it looked like a few of his fingers were bent the wrong way.
Before then he stopped going to his mom and crying he would just walk in the room and sit down. He wouldn’t beg and sob like he used to, but he still wanted the comfort of knowing one person doesn’t hate him.
So he made his way to the room and sat down. He has tears streaming down his face from the pain that he was in. He thinks that’s what made him make the stupid decision. Without thinking he walked up to her.
“M-mom?”
A loud slap ringed throughout the silent apartment.
Izuku stood there with his head snapped to the right and his left cheek stinging. He was in disbelief; it was like his brain could not process what just happened. He can’t process it. His mother, his sweet-loving mother that always took care of him slapped him.
Izuku turned his head back to her expecting to hear yelling to be told he was horrible or met with more hits that would leave him sore. He doesn’t get any of that when he looks back at her while reading her book that nothing happened like she just swatted an annoying fly away.
It hurt so much at this point he wants to be hit and yelled at by her. He wants to be told he’s the worst thing that happened to her and she wishes he’s dead. He wants to be hit, kicked, punched, or burned. Anything would be better than being ignored.
He just wants to be seen to be loved, he just wants her to look at him.
He ran out of the room once he broke through his shock. Once he got to the room he shut the door and collapsed to the ground. She hit him. He can't believe she hit him the first time she’s acknowledged him and months and it was just to hit him.
He feels like he can’t breathe, everything hurts and everything is blurry. He tries to stand up so he can get in bed. As he stands he makes eye contact with himself through the mirror he feels everything get worse when he sees it. There’s a red handmark on his cheek from where she hit him. It shouldn’t bother him this much. He's always covered in bruises. He can’t remember a time when his skin was clear, but this is what got him a simple handmark.
He falls back to the ground with desperate sobs coming out of him. He feels like the whole world is closing in on him. He doesn’t want any of this, he wants to stop, he wants to be gone to never have to feel this or anything.
He tries to curl up on himself but he’s suddenly hit with horrible pain that makes more tears fall. It’s his hand where his fingers are all bent just moving them hurts he forgot about them with what happened with his mom but now they're throbbing.
He wants his mom to hug him and tell him everything's okay that she loves him. He wants to feel the safety he gets when he’s in his mom’s arms where knows someone cares about him.
“M-mom mom p-please I’m s-sorry p-please!” He sobbed out in distress.
He just needs something, anything he’ll take his dad hitting him he’ll take the bad words he’ll take being slapped by his mom a hundred times more if it means someone will pay attention to him.
He chokes out one last mom before he feels himself slipping into slumber.
No, he doesn’t want to sleep yet he needs to stay up just in case. He doesn’t know why he has to, he doesn’t want to go to a world where he’s trapped with only nightmares.
As he falls deeper he continues to try to fight it but it is a losing battle. While drifting off to sleep he can’t help but think of his mom again of better times where everyone was happy. Where his dad didn’t hurt him and his mom loved him.
He feels a single tear roll down his left cheek while he imagines a better life with friends and a happy family. A life that he loves, one where he is happy to wake up every morning.
With the little bit of consciousness left in him, he thinks of the last words his mother spoke to him.
“It’s okay honey you know why? Because I’ll always be here for you, don't forget that.”