A/N sorry for not posting sooner. 

TW: sh, abuse, self shaming.

9 years it's been since eijiro's mom left, he had begged and pleaded every night that his mom would come back telling him it was a sick joke, and his dad wasn't abusing him, just faking. But no, never happened, he eventually gave up, realizing how fucked up his parents were, all because he got an unwanted quirk.

"Why" Eijiro whispered as he tensed up his arm the scarred skin slowly hardening. He brought the blade to it, he always managed to cut through even hardened his quirk was weak, they where right after all, who the hell would love someone ugly, useless, weak, pathetic , scared, and stupid like him? 

No one. 

Of course not. Not even his own father loved him, even though Eijiro would do anything for him.

He sliced into his arm not deep, just small shallow cuts. He eventually stopped passing out, he didn't know why he kept doing it, blood terrified the boy. 

'I'm only 13. Why does dad hate me? I don't understand what I did...'

He didn't want to wake up, knowing he'd have to deal with his father again, and then go to school and get beaten by that asshole bakugo.

So he prayed, hoping he would, but like usual his father came bardging in grabbing his and throwing him on the floor 

"Make fucking breakfast you gay ass mistake!!" His father snapped as Eijiro sat up nodding. 

He stumbled down stairs eyes watering. He didn't know when or how his father foung out he was gay, but it seemed like he hated him more. He started making eggs cleaning up the bear bottles and wiping the counters.

"D-dad!! I m-made breakfast!" He called proud of himself, he'd finished made perfect eggs.

His shoulders slouched when his father never came, he grabbed his backpack and walked out the door, he looking back. "Bye dad..see you later"

He walks to school.

Only to be met by a golden blonde.