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Fate, and whether one believes in its entanglement is irrelevant. What is relevant is that strange and cruel things happen to everyone, no matter one’s belief. Particularly to one, Midoriya Izuku.
It is the ass crack of dawn when Izuku gets up, only to avoid his dumpster truck of a mother, and to get his daily dose of caffeine and maybe toast if Inko didn’t relock the pantry.
Inko, the bitch, wasn't always called that by Izuku at some point in time, she was called his mother, he used to have a best friend, and a loving father. However, Good things never last long for a cursed someone like him.
Izuku sits up from his rotten thin mattress with some questionable stains, and looks at the uniform for his first day of Aldra middle. As it lays upon the glass covering the floor from that night's disaster.
Ugh school, maybe it will be a good first DAY! And not be in a class with Kacchan Or maybe I could go and get some more than toast or the mush prison like food.
The black gakuran fits loosely on Izuku even though it is the smallest size that they offer, he looks at with some disdain but with much more acceptance because Aldra has to be 20 times better than this hell hole here.
Izuku is always one for being early but as he walks out of his prison he notices the time being A whole two hours early.
I need the caffeine to get through this day. How much pocket change do I have left again?
Off he goes to find a vending machine to get his energy drink or coffee… depending on how he feels.
Ugh, finally a nice cold drink that has wayyyy too much caffeine for me to be safely drinking buttttttt… I don’t give enough shits to care about my health because like who would even miss me.
Mom sure the heck wouldn’t, because you know the knife incident.
Finally checking the time he notices that he is going to be late for his first day.
So here he is now running down the dirty back allies of Musutafu trying not to trip over his own feet. Taking sharp turns in the winding alleys spooking a poor cat into running deeper in the maze.
Izuku could have sworn that the cat set off a little firework in its escape but he didn’t have the time to properly analyze it. As he darted down a claustrophobic space in between buildings.
He couldn’t even call it an alleyway – breaking out into the main sidewalk and running straight into someone.
Since he really wasn’t paying attention to where he's going so he falls right on top of someone. They stuck of leftover cigar and–
He was not thinking about that. He didn’t want to be reminded of the green hog of a woman.
Quickly getting off of the other he apologizes to them, and stumbles off– feeling a little odd after the encounter.
The guy did try to tell him something but he was too far away to hear anything. That he was going crazy about. He really didn't have time nor energy to ponder the others' rambles as he was going to be really late.
Once Izuku finally gets to the gates his gakuran no longer stinks of alcohol but the smell of cigarette smoke and bile that still lingers. Which isn’t much different from Aldra's normal smell.
He slowly halts when he sees Kacchan walking into the building all proud and very egotistical of himself. He watches as everyone flocks towards him and asks what he got up to. The blonde isn't very grateful for these "extras” as Kacchan likes to label them. Existing near him.
Kacchan grabs Izuku gakuran, dragging him almost bashing his head against the brick wall to the gates of his personal hell. Katsuki brings him up the second flight of stairs.
Izuku may have a concussion but if he was being honest it was most differently not the worse thing that could’ve happened. The worst thing at the moment would be being shoved down the stairs…
GOD DAMMIT…
The blond dragged him and pushed down the fucking stairs. He jinxed himself. Izuku’s head is spinning, his vision is going black and white he felt a bone crack and he soon passes out. Missing the day and awaking in the nurses office who promptly shooed him out.
Izuku has possibly had one of the worst days in his life, first he runs into some crazy looking man – he still feels a little weird after running into that lunatic – then Kacchan appears out of nowhere. He ends up pushing him down the stairs, further aggravating his injuries he had been given from his mom, not to mention that he is pretty sure that he has a broken bone somewhere in his body.
At least school is over and his mom shouldn’t be back anytime soon, so he has time to make the apartment somewhat socially acceptable for the whore.
Inko was supposed to be working a night shift and then going to the strip club like the hoe she is so she really wasn't supposed to be coming home so he has nothing to worry about right?
Izuku gets home, changes into some of his tattered clothing and begins cleaning up the mess from the past week, to hopefully make it look like the picture perfect family home it once was.
Izuku first starts in the living room making pails of the whores clothing and of course being the petty shit he is unscrewing the light bulbs a tad and loosens the screws on the furniture to make them wobbly or fall apart if too much weight goes upon them.
He had the living room, kitchen, and the hall was half way done by the time the incubator came through the door.
She wasnt supposed to be home tonight why the fuck is she here im so fucked!
So now here Izuku was standing in the hall frozen, feeling like crap and just hoping that his mom was drunk enough to think he was a statue.
Sadly that didn’t work and she saw him and threw her glass bottle that still had some of that cheap stuff she always got. Her aim was off and only a few shards stuck in his arm and the rest landed on the floor. One may think that is a good thing but it really isn’t as she is going to think that he dodged it on purpose.
She really is going to use her quirk on me once again just to teach me a lesson that I have been taught so many times before. Don't be in her sight unless called upon.
Izuku just stands there taking in whatever his mother gives him, knowing that he won't get his food this week and so he does something extremely petty in front of his mother knowing it's going to make his situation worse than it already is but might as well right?
Welp that didnt work she didnt even notice that!! She just yelled some more and alcohol got everywhere including himself and his room that already smelt odd something like death rot and vanilla bean, it was a wired combo that is for sure!
Izuku just got himself somewhat rinsed off with a dirty wash cloth, he looks around realizing how covered his floor is with glass so he just sweeps up most of it into his glass pile in the corner of his room. And hopes that the Inko steps into the pile of glass.
Once Izuku was done, he started to feel even more ill and just ended up face planting into his bed and ending up passing out from exhaustion and pain.