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Izuku struggled against his bonds that held him to the table
He had to get out of here.
He couldn’t let them do this.
He knew that his father wanted him to get a quirk through the process, but this was too much.
When he agreed, he thought it’d be an hour of pain, max. Not whatever this was.
He flailed and wiggled. He had to get out.
He couldn’t be a useless Deku now, he had to get out of this. He wouldn’t mind being a Deku the rest of his life if he could get out of this.
His father had said that this would go smoothly. That he’d come home tonight.
It had already been hours of him just laying here on the table. There was no way he was coming home any time soon.
At first, he hadn’t panicked. He had thought it would be fine, that the doctors knew what they were doing and he just had to wait.
Oh how wrong he was.
From behind him, he heard the telltale creak of a door opening and footsteps approached.
It was time.
He couldn’t see the doctors as he came in, but he could certainly hear them.
Heavy breathing, two distinct sets of footsteps, and a faint smell of cigarette smoke.
His head, being stuck to the table with more metal bonds, couldn’t rotate to see them once they were close. But he could feel the breathing upon him.
He flailed, trying to get out.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked, tears starting to fall.
“Just a precaution. We can’t have you going all crazy on us now can we?” The doctor on his left said to him.
He wasn’t sure where the other one was.
And oh boy was that scary. The other could be anywhere in the room and Izuku wouldn’t even know until he was right next to him. Not with the other doctor breathing in his ear.
“Now this won’t hurt a bit…” the other said from down by his side.
Izuku’s world went dark.
When he came to, his entire body hurt.
His head had a wicked migraine and his stomach felt like it was all raw and ripped open.
He still couldn’t move, but he didn’t hear, or smell, the doctors in the room anymore.
That at least, was good.
He could rest for a little bit.
He idly wondered if the procedure worked.
Surely, if it hurt this much, it must have worked? Right?
Would his life finally be better?
He reached into himself the way that his father had always explained when telling Izuku how quirks worked.
The space was there, in his core. Yet, there was nothing in there.
It didn’t work.
Izuku whimpered as his migraine worsened from trying to look in his core.
Oh come on!
All this pain and yet, it didn’t even work.
Why?
Why?
Why couldn’t anything ever be good for him?
Why couldn’t anything ever work out for him?
Izuku felt tears begin to pool on his face. He couldn’t even turn his head enough to make the tears fall to either side of his face.
The lights flicked on.
Izuku screamed.