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HELLO I would like to make a note before you start that this story is over a year old and still being continued. It will be rather easy to see the progression and change between views and skill, so please understand that the views in the earlier chapters I don’t quite necessarily agree with anymore, a lot of what was written, especially about how people should be treated when having a disability and how they should treat others came from a source of anger at people who weren’t necessarily treating others well, one example being that people with disabilities do not have to explain themselves to anyone., of course, this is partially true. When someone is being nosy, you do not need to explain to them what issue you’re having but it’s also your responsibility to make sure that those who are surrounding yourself with our educated KINDLY and patiently, and don’t be mad at someone else for not understanding all the way, as no one else can understand all the way. If I’m being completely honest, the story is not well written and it’s paced terribly so it will be rewritten after it is finished. Please be patient with me. I am still learning and trying my best.
Midorya Izuku had always dreamt of being a hero, and when he got his quirk that dream only grew, and a new dream came, after all as a cat acrobatics were in his nature, but all it takes is one bad day to ruin your life, unless you happen to be Izuku who gave fate the middle finger a long time ago, here is his story.
“What is on your head Deku?!”
“They're my ears Kacchan!” Izuku said, bouncing up and down “my quirk finished developing!”
The two boys were back at school after summer break and five year old Izuku was showing off his cat ears and tail that had finished growing over break, his quirk was cat (although it was previously thought to be agility) which allowed him to be extremely agile, have hyperactive senses, retractable claws that resembled long nails and very sensitive pads on his palms. Basically, he was a cat.
Bakugo, however, had only seen him without these a̶d̶o̶r̶a̶b̶l̶e̶ features, he couldn’t hang out with someone who had such a wimpy quirk, bsides Deku had already told him it was agility so he had to by lying…right?
“WHAT EVEN IS A QUIRK LIKE THAT, YOU’RE FAKING!” and with that, Bakugo grabbed one of Izuku’s oversized ears and pulled “TAKE OFF THE FREAKING GIRLY HEADBAND!”
Izuku cried out in pain.
“Ow Kacchan stop!”
He almost stopped, but Bakugo was embarrassed, he looked dumb now because he hadn’t beleved sugch an obvious thing, and of course Deku needed to pay for that. He shoved the green haired boy, still not letting go of his ear.
Then, Izuku fell leaving Bakugo with a small piece of cat’s ear in his hand.
They looked at eachother and screamed.
[epic izuku going home angst scene]
Izuku slowly opened his front door hoping that his mother was distracted enough to not notice the piece missing out of his ear or the dried blood on his face. As he made his way into the bathroom he heard a certain burnt bacon strip conversing with his mom in the living room.
The Mydoria family had been acting as a safe house ever since Inko rescued Shigaraki after a particularly nasty fight, taking him home after he requested that the athouries were not called and using her medical background to her advantage; in return for being essentially a villain rest stop, the Mydorias never had to worry about their safety or bank account, and Izuku often had someone to hang out with in the evenings.
Usually Izuku would run up to any visiting league member and was met with hugs and wild tails the group always shared, but this time he was determined to avoid the two adults in the living room.
Dabi was letting Inko clean a section of his arm where the staples had ripped, hissing as the antiseptic wipes touched his exposed skin, but he didn't pull away, in truth the league had become somewhat attached after meeting Inko and her literal sunshine child, the mother and baby brother they never had or did have and left for a life of crime. As Inko finished cleaning up she told him to go grab the staples while she found the stapler; so he made his way to the bathroom to go find them when he almost stepped on the little boy hiding behind the door, he smiled down at Izuku, deciding to ignore the strange behavior, till he realized his “little brother” had blood on his face and was crying.
“Izuku, what's wrong? Who hurt you?” he asked gently, although he was plotting murder agenst whoever hurt the sunshine child.
Izuku wiped his eyes “I-I made someone at school angry, and-and now im bleeding” he choked out, voice dropping as he mentioned the blood
“Look kid” Dabi sighed, unwrapping the gauze on his arm “a little blood is nothing to be ashamed of”
Izuku squeaked as he caught sight of Dabi’s wound “woah…are you ok?”
Dabi smiled ever so slightly “yeh, but the real question is, are you ok?”
Izuku paused, his ear hurt but Dabi had an even bigger boo boo, and if Dabi was ok ,he was ok, he decided.
“Yep!” Izuku said, his ears perking up, revealing the missing chunk. Dabi gasped as he saw the damage; who would do this to a literal child, let alone one as sweet as Izuku. Well… a lot of people would (he could name a few personally) but still “Can you tell me who did this to you?” he growled,
Izuku’s ears drooped again “promise you won't take care of him?” He was rather worried for Kacchan as the last time the league had taken care of someone for him was when a man in a van offered him candy to hop in. Izuku never saw him again until he showed up missing on T.V.
Dabi grimmest “It depends”
Izuku crossed his arms and looked away.
Dabi sighed, “Fineee, i'll do my best”
“It … It was Kacchan. He pushed me and… this” he gestured to his ear “happened”
Dabi massaged the bridge of his nose, repeating his promise not to murder a five year old in his head. “You need to stop hanging out with this Kacchan, Izuku,” he muttered, snatching the staples off the bathroom counter. “Let's go patch up your ear.”
Over a year later…
Izku was on a park bench outside of his school, waiting for is mom to pick him up for Jr. aerial silks class. He’d recently transferred schools after some rather extreme bullying. He’d just finished his first week and still hadn’t made any friends, so now here he was with no one to talk to and a fifteen minute wait. He sighed looking around for something to entertain himself with. His cat-like eyes settled on a large crow across the empty street. As he watched it tear into a discarded sandwich, he decided that he wanted to hold it. Sliding off the bench, landing silently, ears twitching as he made his way towards the dark bird. He was so focused on the crow that he was startled when the bird flew away from a rock that had been thrown at it.
“TAKE THAT YOU DUMB RAVEN”.
Izuku turned, locking eyes with Bakugo, his ‘friends’.
“Why’d you do that Kaccha-” he started before Bakugo cut him off.
“WHY ARE YOU HERE YOU DUMB DEKU?” Izuku covered his sensitive ears at the sudden noise.
“I-” Bakugo grabbed Izku by his shirt and grinned menacingly, “Cats. Dont. Talk.” he growled, lowering his voice for once “In fact, cats stay in cages, Tsubasa! Bring me that trash can!”
Izuku paled as he realized what the blond was getting at.
“No nO NO! Please don’t!” he screamed, lashing out with his claws and cutting Bakugo’s eyebrow.
Bakugo yelped, “YOU’LL PAY FOR THAT!” he shouted, throwing Izuku into the trash can and promptly flipped it upside down.
“YOU WANNA FIGHT?! DO YA?” Bakugo screamed setting off explosions on the metal can’s side
Izuku was terrified as Bakugo smacked and blew up the trash can. All his senses were completely overloaded, and he prayed for the noise to stop. After a few minutes it did, pausing for a long time, hearing no sign of his tormentors, he cautiously lifted the can with shaky hands and stood. As he went to take a step though, he suddenly sank to the ground unable to move.
“What's happening? Why can’t I move my body?” he thought, eyes watering. A minute or two later he heard a shriek as his mom ran up to him.
“Izuku baby, are you ok? What happened? Wake UP!”
Izuku tried, he really did, but he couldn’t raise his head to look at her, his only response was a groan as she propped him up. The movement brought him back a bit.
“Momm?” he slurred, his eyelids becoming heavy as his mom rushed him back to the car, calling an ambulance as she did so.
A month later
Izuku flopped on his bed, utterly exhausted, just like every other freaking day since the pomeranian incident (as Dabi had dubbed it). He just got home from a somnologist, the doctors at the hospital had told his mom to go there and his results were in.
About a week ago
“So kiddo, I have some good news and bad news”
The bushy haired man said as he set down his clipboard “The good news is your life is not in danger, the bad news is you have a condition called type one narcolepsy, have you heard of it?”
Izuku had been devastated when the doctor explained that it would keep him from living a normal life and could very much stop his dreams of acrobatics or worse, hero work. But of course it was worse than that. His quirk also gave him a very sensitive stomach and he was already on a special diet. By adding any narcolepsy or cataplexy meds to that would do more harm than good. When they got back home, he cried softly into his bed, wishing he could shake the perpetual exhaustion that plagued him. Maybe if he just went to sleep? No it never helped, especially when he haulcanated or dreamt. That was just scary. Then there was cataplexy, ohhh boy cataplexy. When his brain decided that any strong emotion was a dream, it paralysed him for a while, and ooh did that always suck. Laughter? Bam he was out. Fear? Whoop de do, jelly limbs for you! Anything of the sort was pretty much a big no no.
The doctor had said after a while he would get used to it and would be able to control himself better, but the intensity of these issues would just go up if it went anywhere. But for now, no aerial silks, no gymnastics, no contortionist moves and NO hero training till he got ahold of himself, which would happen in ,hopefully, about a year.
“LIFE SUCKS!”