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Izuku Midoriya was a child born without a face, no one knows what genes were at fault for this but all Izuku knows is that dad Hisashi thought mom Inko was cheating, he suffered because of it.
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Izuku woke up today like normal…but something felt off. He sits up and looks around his bare room ( he doesn’t question how he can see) he starts making his way over to the door. Inko and hisashi were fighting again
Izuku almost made it out the door without any burns or bruises but luck was never on his side, he stepped on a creaky floorboard and alerted Inko he was there. He now has a nice bruise on his arm.
On the way to school Izuku kept getting weird looks, it should be normal at this point with all the wild quirks around the world, but no having no face seems to set people off.
On his way to school he saw a new hero debut. Her name was Mount-lady. He watched with curiosity as she stole the fame from another hero on the scene. He would have to write that in his analysis book when he gets home to the house
Izuku’s pace quickens as he tries to get to school on time
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Izuku walks into the classroom with learned silence from years of practice. He strategically avoided the out stretched legs trying to trip him.
Class was mostly uneventful no one really tried to interrupt class to bully the freak. After class was another story, Izuku tried to pack up as fast as possible but like normal luck wasn’t on his side. Kachan slammed a hand onto his desk singeing a faint handprint into the wood
“You really thought you could make it out of here without being taught a lesson Deku!” Kachan sneered as he grabbed Izuku and threw him to the floor.
His backpack was left to be forgotten under his desk knocked over to show his hero analysis notebook. “Still trying to be a hero you fucker” another punch landed as Kachans words stung into his mind one after the other.
Kachan stoped only for a moment and izuku took the gamble to look up only for his eyes to meet a feral grin, as Kachans hand met his shoulder it started to burn white hot pain.
It felt like an eternity until Kachan took his hand off and kicked him one more time before making the move to leave, but stoped at the door “If you want to be a hero so bad take a swan dive off the roof, and pray for a better quirk in the next life”
Izuku stoped. Stoped fighting. Stopped thinking. At some point he got up, grabbed his bag and left.
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Something in Izuku told him to take another way home, so he did ( little did he know but that could have saved him so much pain.)
Izuku was walking home, he walked past the wreckage from the villain attack this morning being fixed. He walked past a few shops that just opened up. Then he stopped walking he was at his door, why was he so scared to open a door?
Izuku opened the door only to be met with yelling and cursing. He walks in as silently as he can, but sadly silence cannot last forever.
As Izuku was spotted by Hishai and promptly dragged into the fight. The entire time Izuku tried to stay quiet and slowly walk away, but nothing can ever work now can it.
“Oi! Freak get your ass back here”
Izuku turned his head to Presumably look at the man but he was grabbed by the hair and dragged down. With a cry of pain he could only slightly hear the words out of his ‘dads’ mouth. “
“I AM SO FUCKING TIRED OF HAVING TO RAISE A FREAK!!”
After those words all Izuku could feel was Pain.
Izuku felt like something was boiling when he tried to open his ‘eyes’ all he saw was black. The pain kept on for what it felt like hours the, burning was getting unbearable.
Izuku could barely hear the screams over the sound of the fire, some were his own but others weren’t
The last think izuku felt was a tear where his eyes should be. He felt his skin rip open…
Then so much more
PAIN.
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When Izuku woke up all he could feel was pain he looked around now noticing the ink splatter around the half burnt room. He looks at his hands and sees ink splattered across his forearms and hands.
He stumbles up and walks to the bathroom. He trips over his own feet a few time before being stable enough to look in the mirror.
To his horror in his reflection was him? No it couldn’t be. What he was looking at was a person with dark green all most black hair with the same school uniform he has on, but his face is what makes him appear different.
His face where before had no distinction of anything now has three large rip scars two over where his eyes should be and one in a horrifying smile. What he noticed after that is the awful burns that cover his face and neck.
Izuku walks back out to the still slightly burning living room, he looks a little closer at the floor to see.
His parents. Dead.
”good fucking riddance”