"I'm being adopted."

Deku pov

I stare at Aizawa and Present Mic for a second before turning my attention to Kacchan. He has a confused look on his face, telling me that he didn't exactly get the message. I guess Aizawa noticed it too, because he said, "Present Mic and I are adopting Midoriya, if it was unclear.".

Kacchan's eyes widen and he gives a soft smile, surprising both pro heroes. I giggle softly, finally feeling the smallest bit of happiness in a while. This time, I don't have to fake my smile. 

A few nurses come in and congratulate me with small hugs and pats on the head. I thank them and Aizawa ruffles my hair. 

"Hey, Aizawa?", I say. He hums, telling me to continue. "Are you and Present Mic married?", I ask with a slight tilt to my head. Present Mic blushes slightly, but Mr. Aizawa keeps a straight face. "Yeah. We've been trying to keep it under wraps, but since we're adopting you, it would be best if we just told everybody."

I nod and yawn, earning a soft look from Aizawa. "You can sleep. Do you want anyone to stay with you?", he asks. I nod again. Kacchan gets up and says, "I can stay. Only if you want though." I nod and smile, making him smile as well. 

Present Mic and Aizawa leave, leaving the two of us in the room. I reach out my hand and wiggle my fingers, making him blush. "Kacchan...", I mumble. He grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers. "G'night, Kacchan." "Goodnight, Deku."

Before I can fall back asleep, I feel him lift up my hand and kiss the top of it. I giggle and blush a bit before relaxing darkness takes over my body.

Time skeep to one week later (yes I am aware that skeep is not a word but I accidentally typed it so now i'm just rolling with it)

"Morning, problem child. Get ready to go.", Aizawa says with a small smile. I laugh softly and slowly get out of bed. I go to the bathroom to change into my regular clothes, but glance at my wrists for a second. I grimace and feel a bit of anxiety, so I cover them in order to get rid of the lingering urges to slit them until they're covered in blood. 

I unconsciously start scratching my scabs and scars, making small droplets of blood fall down my arm. I sigh in satisfaction, finally being able to feel relief after weeks of holding back.

Satisfying, red, thick, blood drips down my arms. The pain. The beautiful pain. Wait! No! I can't be thinking like this! 

I take bandages out of the supply cubby next to the sink and wrap my arms.

I groan softly and slip my hoodie, covering my wrists. I go back to my room and get my stuff to start moving into my new home. 

I say a quick goodbye to Kacchan before getting into Aizawa's car. 

"Where's Present Mic?", I ask. "He's at home waiting with your siblings.", he answers. "Sibling?" "Yeah. Two of them. You'll find out when you get there."

We pull up to the front of his house and I stare in awe. Sure it wasn't humungous, but it was pretty big. 

We walk into the house and are immediately greeted by two cats. I gasp and lean down to pet them. "You didn't tell me you had cats!", I giggle. "Eh. You'd find out soon enough.", Aizawa snickers. 

"Dad? You home?", I hear a voice call. I look past the couch to see a familiar face. "Shinso?" "Midoriya?" "Yeah, he's your new sibling. Say hi, Hitoshi.", Aizawa says calmly. "Um, hi...?", Shinso says with a friendly smile and wave. I smile back and greet him with a small "Hi" as well. 

"You can show him to his room. It'll be two door down from yours, Hito.", Aizawa says. "Sure. Follow me.", Shinso replies. I nod and follow him.

"So, what's up?", he asks. I shrug and say, "Not much. What about you?" "Meh. Just life, if you know what I mean."

I chuckle and we make our way inside my room. "So, this is your room. Want help unpacking?", Shinso says. "Sure, thanks!" 

After we unpack all of my stuff, we sit on my bed, completely exhausted. "It looks nice.", Shinso compliments. I nod and take a moment to admire our handy work. 

"So, what do you want me to call you?", Shinso asks. I raise my eyebrows before turning to him with a smile. "Izuku is fine! What about you? Is there anything you want me to call you?", I answer. "Hitoshi works. By the way, it would make papa happy if you called him that.", he smiles. I raise an eyebrow. "Yamada.", he says simply. I mouth an o and nod in response.

I hear a knock on my door and yell, "Come in!". Present Mic enters the room and says, "Dinner's ready." I look at Hitoshi and we nod. We get up off of the bed and head downstairs. 

When we get there, Mr. Aizawa and a little girl are waiting there. She gives me a big smile and runs up to me. When she gets in front of me, she looks up and says, "Big brother", and hugs me. I giggle a bit before ruffling her long hair, making sure I don't mess with her horn.

She has long, silverish hair and big red eyes. I hum contently before walking to the dinner table with her latched on my leg. Once we make our way to the table, she scrambles to get into her seat.

Mr. Aizawa pulls out a few bowls of katsudon, my favorite. I smile, but on the inside, I feel like I'm dying. No one really knows, but I've been struggling with an eating disorder for a while. After not being fed enough, I got wrapped around the idea that I was fat and my parents wanted to slim me down. Soon, I had started throwing up my food after dinner.

I gulped nervously, and Mr. Aizawa noticed my uneasiness. "You okay?", he asked with concern. I nod and say, "I'm just not used to eating this much in my old house.", making sure to phrase my words so that it seemed like my parents were the problem. He nods and hands me my bowl.

I take a small bite and the flavor gushes into my mouth (NO THIS IS NOT FOOD WARS I HATE THAT ANIME SO MUCH T^T). I smile, but at the same time, I feel fat and full. Only one bite can make me feel stuffed at this point. I try to eat at least half the bowl before I lean back and put a hand on my stomach, signaling that I'm full. When this happens, at least two people have already finished their bowls.

I feel guilty.

You should. Honestly, why are you so fat? Throw it up later. If you don't, cut yourself. I mean, you should just do both. You deserve it. You fat, disgusting pig. No one loves you. This is pity. You should feel guilty. You should feel so much worse.

Great. Now the voices are back. I pinch my arm, making the voices subside for now. 

"So, now that you are a part of this family, what do you want us to call you?", Present Mic asks. "Izuku is fine. Like I told Hitoshi earlier, it doesn't really matter.", I shrug. Present Mic smiles and nods while Aizawa just nods. The little girl, apparently named Eri, looks at me with a mouthful of katsudon. 

I smile at her and she attempts to smile back, but ends up having to chew and swallow first. 

"Anyways, you can just call us whatever you want. But until your birth parents are tried and found guilty, which they will be, you are still a Midoriya. If you want, after your birth parents are sentenced and you are placed into our full custody, you can change your last name.", Mr. Aizawa states. I smile and nod, taking a sip of water. 

"You can call me Hizashi at home, but at school, it'd be better to call me by my hero name.", Present Mic, or should I say Hizashi, says. "Same for me.", Aizawa nods.

I begin to clear the table with the help of Aizawa and Hitoshi. Eri takes her plate to the sink and struggles to put it on the counter. I lift her up and she giggles. 

I make it up to my room and enter the bathroom. I close and lock the door and get on my knees. I stick two fingers down my throat and gag on them before throwing up my dinner. 

After I've had my fill, I get up and clean my face. I sigh and grip the sides of the sink to keep me from falling. Did I throw up too much? I start feeling really fatigued, so I make my way over to my bed and plop down above the covers.

My eyes begin to close, sleep taking over my body.

Hey guys! I am going to keep this short and sweet! I hope y'all are having a great day! Stay safe and healthy guys! Make sure to take care of yourselves mentally and physically! Love y'all sm!