Prompt: Hisashi is in Inko's and Izuku's lives, but he hates Izuku and Inko because Izuku's quirkless, and thus is abusive.
Royallybored_RN on AO3 gave this to me.
I have an excuse to literally beat up Izuku now.
After writing: Hopefully, I did this justice.
Warnings: Domestic Abuse, Child Abuse, Depressive Thoughts, Angst

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Age 5

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IZUKU IS QUIRKLESS?!"

"Sweetie, please calm down-"

A loud smack could be heard through the door along with a yelp.

"I DID NOT MAKE YOU PREGNANT FOR YOU TO GIVE ME A USELESS BRAT, YOU SLUT! WHERE IS HE?!"

"I'm not telling you, H-Hisashi!"

My body trembles as I hide in my closet. It feels like I a suffocating. I want to help Mommy, but if I come out, I will make the situation worst.

Hisashi's loud footsteps echo through the apartment as he stomps into my room.

"COME OUT, YOU LITTLE FUCK!"

I remain as still and as quiet as possible. A minute passes as I hear Hisashi tear apart my room. I hear another yelp as I assume Mommy is trying to distract him. From the disturbing smack, I assume she is knocked out.

Then, he rips the door off to reveal me.

He frowns down at me with a dark aura around him.

He growls as he lifts me up by my shirt, causing me to struggle, "Don't bother trying, brat! Why did you come out useless?!"

I remain quiet. I don't know.

With full forces, he throws me against the wall. I cry as pain appears all over my body. I can feel the temperature increase in the room from Hisashi's quirk, fire breath.

Hisashi blows his flames on me. I curl up quickly to protect my head as fire tears apart at my skin a moment.

It feels like forever, but I know his quirk only lasts for a few seconds. Then, Hisashi grabs me by the neck, lifts me up, and glares me down,

"You're lucky I can't kill you. However, I will make your life a living hell! If you try to escape, Mommy here will die at your hand! Understand?!"

I quickly nod out of fear. Hisashi drops me on the floor and leaves. I lay there for a moment before crawling over to Mommy and passing out.

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Age 12

Hisashi wasn't lying when he said he was going to make my life a living hell.

Nowhere is safe anymore.

Over the years, I have asked Mom multiple times to let us run. However, she always declines and saying that he will find us.

I can't help but be angry at her for that reason. Why should we have to suffer this? I rather die trying than die at his hand. I won't give him that satisfaction.

I am willing to admit that want to give up. I am in constant pain, be it from Hisashi, hunger, and Bakugo. Though, that final one is not really a thing anymore as Hisashi forced me into 'home school.' More like beat the shit out of me 24/7.

I don't know what the fuck happiness is. I know temporary relief, whether it be sneaking out or listening to Present Mic's show from an old radio I fixed, but I am certainly not living life as I should.

So what's the point?

I can only say that it's to get Mom out of the situation. Once she is, I've done my life duty.

I have gone to the police with evidence, so why am I still in this situation? It's because I am quirkless.

. . .

Genetics are a bitch.

For the past couple of years, I have been trying to get heroes to get us out of this hell.

The same reasoning as the police. That's why I don't trust anybody.

Why do I bother going out and risk getting caught?

...I don't know.

"IZUKU! GET OUT HERE!" Hisashi yells from the room over. Damn it. I swallow down my guts as I quickly come out into the living room. Hisashi watches me like I am his prey.

Then, he stands up and slaps me across the face hard. I bite my tongue to shut up. Noise is never a good thing.

Hisashi scoffs as he shoves money in my hand, "Quiet as always. Smart. I need you to get the usual. Come back in an hour unless you want to be burnt again. NOW GO!"

I stumble to get my shoes on and get out. I don't even bother to cover the scars or blisters because nobody cares. This is a bad part of town, so it's normal. Even if I want to, I can because I only have under-sized short-sleeve clothes that you find in the trash.

I curse under my breath as the scars hurt. They were never treated, and Hisashi likes to turn me into cooked meat, so it's everywhere. I still can't tell you if stab wounds are better than being burnt, though.

I enter the store and start picking up whatever Hisashi wants, ranging from food to alcohol to medicine. Basically, what an asshole wants.

As I am shopping, I hear a tired voice in my direction, "Holy hell, kid." Now that's a new one. I turn around to see a tall hobo looking over the scars.

Rephrase, anyone is taller than me when I am underweight and under five feet (152.4 cm).

He wears a black bodysuit that shows the ends of his sleeves torn up, rugged black hair, grey scarf, and an unshaven face.

I may have learned to shut up at home, but not anywhere else.

"Hasn't someone taught you to keep to yourself?" I snap.

The hobo doesn't react to the attitude, surprisingly enough, "What happened?"

"Life. I don't have time for this." I figure it would get the idiot off as I walk past him to get the final pieces. When I don't hear the footsteps behind me, I thought I got him off.

I did until the end of the trip.

I am leaving the store about to walk home when he calls out, "Kid, come here." God damn it. I turn around to see the hobo by the door. Reluctantly, I walk over and scan him. He holds out a bag for me.

"What's this?" I ask.

"Food and medicine. I also put my number in there so you can call me if you want help." I take the bag and look inside to realize that he is correct. He isn't lying. I can't believe it. I look up at him.

"Why?"

"Nobody deserves to go through that." Internally, I am freaking out. Maybe there is a chance?

"Even if they are quirkless?" I just need approval. Please, hobo. He's quiet for a moment, causing my anxiety to spike until he says what I have been wanting to hear for years.

"That shouldn't matter. You are human like the rest of us." AND IT'S GENUINE! OH, HOW MUCH I WANT TO SCREAM RIGHT NOW! I know I shouldn't rely on a stranger, but I have nothing to lose.

I look up at the man, and it finally clicks. I recognize him. He's a hero. He's Eraserhead. I should know that because he's underground, but I do. Fuck fuck fuck.

Eraserhead interrupts my inner ramblings, " Are you okay, kid?"

"You're Eraserhead, aren't you? Before you ask, I know too many heroes. I have to when I try to find someone to help us." He nods, quiet, " Would you really be willing to help?"

"I wouldn't have offered otherwise."

I sigh, " I don't trust you yet. Tonight at midnight, can you come to Dagobah Municipal Beach please?" He nods. "I'll see you then. I still have to get home on time."

I run off, ignoring the pain and preparing myself mentally for yet another rejection.

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That night, Eraserhead did come.

Then the next.

And he came for the rest of the week, even if he wasn't on patrol.

Eventually, I told him what was going on, and he came to arrest Hisashi.

Mom was surprised, but due to how long she has been with the man, she needed to get therapy. Meanwhile, I focused on making sure we got everything from Hisashi because he deserved to suffer. Hell, Eraserhead continued to help me, and he still is today. He basically forced me to continue and to make a life for myself, but I needed that.

For once, I have hope for the future.