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There was nothing quite like the feeling of the winter breeze on fresh burns, it was almost euphoric. But the burns didn’t hurt as much as the words.
“Your fucking pathetic Deku” Spoke Katsuki as he ruffley pushed him to the ground. “Not even your own mother loves you, how sad is that?”
Izuku didn’t respond, he just lay crumpled on the floor, seemingly numb to the words that he had heard so many times before. A jolt of pain ran through Izu’s spine as Katsuki stomped on his tail, but he didn’t make a sound, he never talked anymore. “I’m surprised your mom even kept something so useless, it’s no wonder why your dad left. If you really wanna make yourself useful, there might be another way, pray to be someone else in your next life, and go take a swan dive off the roof of the building.”
Katsuki left Izuku there on the roof without a second thought, not even releasing that this might be the last time he could see him. Midoriya sat there for a while looking through the fence of the roof and wondered, What would he do if I actually jumped? Would anyone even care or let alone notice? He didn’t know when he started crying but didn’t have enough energy to stop.
Once the sun left the sky, Izuku decided to suck it up and walk home, crying never solved anything.
When Izuku got home to the apartment complex he lived in, he tried to stay out of sight, not wanting his mother to see his burnt uniform and skin, but fate was cruel. As Izuku was passing behind the sofa, careful not to knock over any of the old bottles littering the floor, his mother called for him from the kitchen.
“Izuku, come here.”
Inko Midoriya was a small woman with a short temper. She wanted a happy life with her small family, but her son ruined that for her. Not only was he a cat hybrid but quirkless as well, how could a deer as elegant as herself produce something so useless?
Inko was leaning against the kitchen counter when Izuku walked in, holding his grades in her hands. She was already upset from his report card, but when she saw his tattered uniform it pushed her over the edge of anger.
“Why do you have to be so……so..utterly pathetic?” spoke her trembling voice, eyes burning from pure rage. “I have tried so hard to love you, but every time I see you all I feel is hate, so much hate”
Izuku thought that he had heard it all, that nothing could hurt him anymore, but this was too much. How could his own mother hate him?
Inko slowly backed further away from her son, not wanting to be close to her shame, but Izuku came forward and reached for her, a look of disbelief in his eyes.
“Don’t touch me!” yelled Inko as she slapped his hand away. “This is all your fault! If you had never been born I could have been happy with your father, I could have had a life! But no, instead, I have you,” the look in Inko’s eyes held nothing but hatred, a look that would forever haunt Izuku.
Something in Inko seemed to break on that fateful night, and she wanted it to break in Izuku too.
“ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?” screamed Inko as she abruptly threw Izuku’s grades to the floor. “I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU AND YOU CAN’T EVEN GET GOOD GRADES, ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID!?”
Izuku was frantically hunting for something to say but nothing could make it past the lump in his throat. He was trembling but didn’t dare make any large movements, in fear of his creator. Tears were running down Izuku’s face, but there was no empathy or understanding in Inko’s crazed eyes.
After a moment of silence she turned her anger away from him and towards anything she could get her hands on. Dishes were being smashed, making glass fly everywhere, but Izuku didn’t move, he just watched his mother yelling and rampaging through their small apartment, taking all the guilt that she had thrown at him.
Izuku didn’t think anything would stop his mother, but he was proved wrong when a strong knock at the door echoed through the walls.
Inko turned her head to him in an unnervingly slow manner, blame in her eyes.
“What the hell did you do?”