A/N: Hey this chapter will have : TRIGGERING STUFF (not spoiling it by saying what), ANGST AND OBLIVIOUS GAYS

Todoroki's POV          Thursday   3:29

When I walked into my home I wasn't at all surprised to see my father waiting by the door looking down at me, his tall muscular frame towering over my smaller one as I stared at him with rage obvious and burning in my eyes but he did not flinch or acknowledge this as he started to rant on about my 'lack of training'. "While I was away did you even train once!?" he boomed finally looking me in the eyes but only anger filled his gaze "If you are ever going to be the number 1 hero you mustn't be as weak as you currently are, you must have the strength to surpass All Might and right now, you don't have it". Before I could think of a smart remark  or even a response he grabbed my elbow with a hard grip that showed that he would not easily let go and dragged me through the hallways by my elbow, though my house was big I knew these particular hallways not because I remember them because this is my house but because this particular hallway was somewhere were he would drag me everyday for most of my life, the training room. Sounds simple enough and not to dangerous well if your the child of the number 2 hero and have a powerful quirk then that's not the case.

Once we were in the room he didn't even give me a chance to take a breath because straight off the bat he punched my shoulder full force sending me flying back and nearly falling over, he sneered at me as if saying 'look how weak you've become' and though he wasn't saying it I could feel it and worse of all, I'm starting to believe it.

My first move was a punch to his chest that he blocked and next a swift kick that he dodged out the way of, I shot a small spiral of ice at his head as he simply reached out his hand and caught it, it burning and melting inside the flames that were dancing around his palm.

I rushed forward with my ice at the ready as I reached out my hand to grab his arm but just at the very last second I swerved at tried to freeze his leg and though I did it was only a tiny bit of frost that was only the size of a tennis ball that couldn't do any real damage. While I was freezing his leg he used his other and kicked me in the stomach sending me flying across the room and landing in a heap on the floor, winded and struggling to breathe I crouched onto my knees with my hands placed in front of me as I continued trying to breathe but just couching and spluttering more that before. I felt bile slowly creep up my throat as I struggled to not empty my the contents of my stomach onto the floor but in this moment I couldn't be concerned if my father was watching me struggle because the only other thing that was occupying my thoughts was how similar this was to when I was training with father and he punched me so hard I vomited and Mum came over to try and stop him......

"She can't save you anymore..."

I finally took a raspy but deep breath, air finally entering my burning lungs what craved air though I still felt like I was going to be sick but better than before. I sat up on my knees to not see my father in front of me where he had been before but I instead felt a hard and painful punch on my back that made me sprawl out on the floor, the places that I had been hit it stinging as if I had been lit on fire which knowing my Father, probably a few were.

Considering I was laying on the floor I was incredibly open and defenseless and that gave him the chance to land a few well aimed punches and kick to my back and other area of my body, including my face. I tried to sit my self up using my arms but considering they felt like jelly in the sun it didn't do any good especially when he saw a bit of my neck was now open and grabbed it lifting me up in the air by my neck as I scratched and clawed at his hands in a frantic panic as I yet again couldn't breathe, I used my quirk on a few of his fingers but considering how weak and tired I felt it probably didn't do anything and soon my hands dropped to my side as my 'Father' looked me straight in the eyes with a dead cold glare and not a hint of remorse even as he saw my terrified and wide eyes with tears threatening to fall from them he just stared and muttered something that sounded an awful lot like " useless".

As soon as I fell to the floor a gallon of relief was poured on me as I felt the extreme amount of adrenaline coursing through me as I ran in the direction of my room, the only reason I could probably run was the amount of adrenaline that was currently powering me but I was certain as soon as it would wear off I would feel like I got hit by a truck and if you would call my Father a truck then yes, I did get hit by a truck.

I burst through the door of my bedroom, not bothering to close it as I ran to the bathroom and shut the bathroom door behind me as I crouched onto my knees my head hanging over the toilet bowl as vomit threatened to leave my mouth and eventually after a while of gagging I threw up all of the food I had previous eaten as my eyes that were prickled with tears started to sting as a few tears escaped my eyes before I resumed being over the toilet as I started dry heaving over the toilet with nothing yet that my stomach could dispose of except for my own stomach acid. By the time I was done my injuries had started to hurt again to the point where the pain was causing me to cry as I gently, in order to not accidentally touch a bruise, curled in on my self while lying sideways on the floor, stream of tears dripping sideways down my face as my eyelids became heavy and I struggled to stay awake when just as I was about to fall asleep I saw a familiar bandaged man with one brown eye revealed and shaggy white and black hair partially covering it, then I fell unconscious.

3rd Person POV         Thursday   4:10

HEY JUST A WARNING THIS PART WHILE HAVE TRIGGERING STUFF SO PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

It was enlightening, a whole new possibility that his mind had never even considered and it was like a part of his brain that he had never looked into was unlocked and for better or for worse it was tempting because this choice was entirely in his power and it was sitting in a light blue plastic box.

When he opened the 'HAPPY BOX' he realized the inside was stained with traces of black watered down paint and specks of red on the surface but all that interested him and was entrancing him was the items in the box, there was a black cork board pin with trances of rust of the metal, broken pieces of glass from what looked like to be a variety of glass bottles he also noticed that he smaller ones had a slight red-brown colour that appeared to have faded over time and finally was a silver safety pin and not one of the ones with stuff to make it safer in fact there was nothing safe about it, it's pin was sharp and there were the same red-brown faded markings on this pin and a lot of them except now he realized, it was blood, some who was in this room before him... had used these that he had hidden in a floorboard to... hurt...themselves.

His eyes were glossy and glass like as he stared at the box as he contemplated reaching for the items laid out in the box and the thought of him wanting to do this to himself made him feel sick to his stomach but yet he did not complain when he picked up the safety pin and inspected it...

"I'm just looking..."

"I won't actually do anything..."

"I couldn't what would Iida and Ura- they wouldn't care..."

"But I can't it would upset Mum..."

"Mum... who's gone because I couldn't save her"

"The kindest woman I know, she's gone, she's gone, I will never see her, she's really gone, she left, she is gone, she's gone forever, SHE'S GONE!"

".......I deserve this......"

He had heard of self harm, never been interested in the topic or known anyone who had done it but when he had heard about it those few times the most common item they used was a razor which just lines that poured crimson down the persons arm or whatever and would usually become pink or white scars but he had never really heard of safety pins being used and it was different you had to hack at the skin, scraping the pin back and forth and eventually it would become all red and there wasn't really any dripping blood though there was a bit if you really scraped hard. This is what he learned and though he knew no one should ever know this horrid information he like knowing this, how it worked and how you felt while doing this, he put the scrapes of the higher forearm and he did around 4 though one was a odd circle due to him stabbing it directly in his arm. While he was doing this he didn't cry but he hissed when it particularly hurt and worst of all he didn't feel any regret, he didn't think 'I shouldn't have done that' and through the whole thing the only thing he felt was the pain and the toxicity of his thoughts that echoed through his head.

END OF TRIGGERING STUFF, PLEASE READ ON

When he was done he put the items back into the Happy Box and put it back under the floorboard and grabbed a roll of those white bandages and placed them over his arm gently as to not touch a wound when a thought hit him...

"Todo..." he thought as his friend now consumed his thoughts "He wouldn't want me doing this. No one in 1A would... right? No he will get bored or we'll have an argument and he'll leave, it's just a matter or time"

"He wouldn't do that...."

He felt a wetness on his cheeks as he realized he had been crying and at that moment he let out his tears as more cascaded  down his face in large quantities as he cried into his arm which had the bandages he had previously placed still on them.

He let out quiet sniffles as he wept into his arm then he heard slight murmurs outside his door, 2 voices he recognized but 1 he had never heard. One of the voices was Gogo the kind man who had taken him to the Foster Care Home, another was Jennifer or Jenny as she wanted to him to call her and the last was a rough voice a bit gravelly but overall not very inviting.

Through the door he could hear most of the conversation even though it was nearing it's end:

"I'll go tell him" Gogo said firmly but with his sugar-sweet voice it still sounded kind but you could definitely detect with traces of what Midoriya could tell was ...nervousness?

He heard a quiet "humph" that was in annoyance by who he could tell was by Jennifer "I believe I am qualified to do it, I take care of him and the other children in this establishment therefore it is my duty and not yours Mr Goheru in fact why are you even here, your presence was not required". Midoriya already didn't really like Jennifer because of how fake she was, falseness practically radiated of her kind face which did not suit her personality but now he realized she was also entitled and rude.

"Miss I do believe that Mr Goheru over here can do it" the rough voice said. He could practically feel Gogo smiling smugly at his victory.

"Ok I'll be one minute ok?" Gogo asked rhetorically as he entered Midoriya's room to see him leaned up against his wall still wearing his school uniform and obviously had been listening in on the conversation. "Hey Midoriya I'm guessing you heard that" Gogo said lightly scratching the back of his neck as he looked down at the smaller boy, he nodded in agreement before his curiosity got the better of him and he asked shyly "What's happening? What was that conversation about...".

Gogo sighed and said calmly "That man out there is a police officer, they want to interrogate you about the fire and your.. father" there was a tiny pause between when he said 'father' and though it was barely noticeable it confirmed that Midoriya's father was the main suspect and though he didn't know who started the fire he was fairly sure it was him.

"I'll go" he said as he stood up and dusted himself off as he mentally readied himself for this though he doubted he would be prepared, Gogo nodded and opened the door as they headed out, Midoriya not knowing what could be waiting for him.

A/N: Hey sorry if you did not like this chapter because I know it deals with personal stuff but I just want you to all know that you are all special and amazing with so much in life waiting for you and no one can tell you otherwise including yourself, please do not copy the actions of these characters because there are other ways and if you currently are or are contemplation self harm or anything worse please talk to someone about it, whether it be a relative, a friends, a therapist or even me because I would be happy to talk to anyone, just message me and I would gladly talk and trust me it's better to talk about it then leave those feelings inside you so... remember there will always be people who love you, quite a few you haven't met yet, so please stay safe and live life to the fullest!

From Chiai

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