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While his living conditions were cooked, not being homeless is always the better option in izuku’s professional opinion. Sure his mum up and left the moment things got too hard for her and he had to find her lifeless, in a snow angel pile of pills scattered around her cold body but shit wasn’t all that bad.
He got into his dream school here man! Fucking U.A high. A couple a’broken limbs and mean teachers (and fucking Kacchan) ain’t gonna change the fact that he’s here. Izuku midoriya is finally at U.A high as a goddamn hero.
What’s crazy is that it’s not all that bad there, his classmates are actually nice to him and DUDE FUCKING ALL MIGHT, he’s like best buddies with goddamn all might ! Holy shit their like Batman and robin, and the quirk man oh my kami what the everliving fuck is this op main charecter type power.
“Holy shit”
Izuku deflates after expending all his energy freaking out, collapsing into the decomposing chair in his old ass apartment that is still practically a crime scene but eh, who cares, the old man Takahashi dropped the rent to basically chump change after he made a whole scene about being abandoned (unsurprisingly he’s gotten really good at fake crying) it’s not like anyone else will take the apartment in this shape.
“Man I really need a fucking smoke” Izuku rocks forward to gain the momentum to stand without actually having to put in much effort as he practically stumbles towards the crumpled pack of reds on the side bench of the kitchen and heads towards the balcony lighting a fresh one and flipping his lucky cig to put back in the pack. He’s almost too broke to stop doing this but he won’t, mostly 'cause it’s literally the only thing he actually learned from his drop kick of an old man.
Izuku leans over the railing looking over the cheap knockoff of a red light district his neighbourhood is, seeing the stumbling drunkards try and fail to stay on their own feet for more than 10 seconds and the discount whores trying to get them on their feet for long enough to bleed them dry from their wallets. It really was a sad sight but what could he say when he fits right in.
Izuku wanders what his classmates would say if they knew, like sweet innocent and bubbly Uraraka finding out that innocent little Deku (he doesn’t know why she started calling him that but it still fucking stings) was a massive dropkick with nothing else going for him except a quirk that breaks everything when he tries to use it and a school he got into with sympathy points.
Honestly could his life get literally any shittier?
He really knew he shouldn’t have fucking said it, god just actually hates him.
A goddamn shadow drops from the fucking sky and lands right in his balcony groaning like a cheap pornstar as this mysterious figure rolls to sit up as they clutch their side which Is apparently, bleeding profusely.
“What the fuck?”
At this point izuku doesn’t care enough to treat this as a threat because a. He has literally nothing to lose and b. Clearly this guy ain’t no threat judging from the fact that he’s crumpled up into a ball on the ground trying to stop himself from bleeding out.
“Are you… good man?”
Izuku really doesn't know what else to say as he crushes his dart into the cheap ashtray and lights another from the pack.
As reluctant as he is, Izuku sighs and walks inside with a lit one between his teeth and he reaches under his coffee table for the trusty dusty first aid kid he’s used since middle school.
As he crouches down in front of the crumpled homeless man by the looks of it, he cracks open the kit and starts grabbing supplies.
The shaggy old dude stops dying for long for enough to get a look at his ‘saviour’ he finds himself face to face the the little shit he was teaching algebra to 5 hours ago
“ Problem child?”
Izuku jerks his head up so fast he almost got whiplash and he looks at his FUCKING HOME ROOM TEACHER FUCK
“………heyyyyy sensei...funny seeing you round here.”
Long silence fills the balcony as his teacher gives him possibly the most deadpanned stare before hissing slightly as izuku quickly presses the alcohol cloth into one his lighter injuries to hopefully steer the attention away from the fact oh I don’t know that he lives in this neighbourhood and that he currently has a cigarette between his teeth.
“ What the hell.” is muttered tiredly through the gritted teeth of his teacher and Izuku can’t help but agree.
“So… why ya’ bleeding out teach?” Possibly not the best thing to say but fuck it we ballin’
Aizawa gives an exasperated sigh before finally getting his shit together and composing himself enough for this conversation as he starts dressing some of his own wounds whilst izuku deals with the big problem at hand that is the hole in his side.
“ I was on a patrol and I butchered it, some guys were fighting and I didn’t see the third one.”
“ damn that’s gotta suck.”
“ What are you doing here, problem child? Especially with that cigarette in your mouth if you think I haven’t noticed, put that shit out.”
Izuku was honestly shocked he was swearing in front of his student but with the situation maybe it wasn’t all that surprising. Either way izuku couldn’t really afford to waste it so he kind of ignored the statement all together
Aizawa hissed again as izuku finished burning the needle with his lighter and started sewing his teacher shut. He groaned again but sighed defeatedly and he put a hand out.
“Fuck at least give me one then.”
Although sad to see it go, Izuku complied and pulled another out the pack, making sure it wasn’t the lucky one and giving it to his teacher as he snatched the lighter from Izuku and lit his own. Aizawa let out a massive breath as he looked up through the balcony in defeat.
“What are you doing here anyway midoriya, especially alone. Isn’t your mother home yet?”
“Oh nah she’s dead.”
Aizawa did a double take before reeling in shock at the statement
“What?!”
“Yeah she kicked it not too long ago, drowning in her own misery I guess.”
“Jesus kid are you ok?”
He looked worried for some reason even though he’s been a dickhead to izuku ever since he started in his class.
“ yeah what do u care anyways.”
“Shit kid, you're my student of course I care. That’s my job.”
“Tch that's bullshit and we both know it.” izuku angrily exhaled a plume of smoke as he sat up
“What do you mean? I know I’ve been harsh on you but it’s because I care about you kid, can’t have you breaking every bone in your body every time you try to use your quirk.”
Izuku couldn’t help but flinch at the accusation
“Well it’s not like it’s my fault, I’ve only had it for like a month!”
“What”
Ohhh shit
“Uhhhhh fuck ummm” izuku scrambles for an excuse and he tries to dismiss his way out of this absolutely fucked situation
“Explain, now”
Just kill me now pleaseeeee
Izuku takes a deep breath and braces himself
“Ummm well allmightmetmeinmiddleschoolandtrainedmeforuathengavemehisquirkbeforwtheentanceexamandidontknowhowtocontrolityetsoikeepbreakingallmyboneswheniuseit.”
“What the hell” as aizawa processes the information his face grown darker and darker before he suddenly tries to stand up almost breaking open his freshly done stitches
“I'M GOING TO KILL HIM”
“ nononono wait wait stop your going to tear your stitches sit down”
izuku sits dumbfounded about why he’s mad
“ HE FUCKING DID THIS TO YOU WITH NO WARNING OR TRAINING AND EXPECTS YOU TO BE FINE?!?”
“No shit, wait! All Might’s great I promise please!”
His teacher eventually collapses on the ground of the balcony exasperated from the conversation
“…just come to me next time okay? I’ll help you”
Dead silence radiates from the balcony and izuku contemplates what his teacher just said
“….really?”
Aizawa sighs yet again as smoke drifts through the balcony.
“Yes problem child, really”