Tenko

I couldn't believe it. Izuku was in a relationship with someone other than me. I knew this was a possibility. I didn't expect for him to put his life on hold for me. I also couldn't be mad at him for it. While away I had random flings here and there.

They didn't mean anything to me. They were just a way of passing the time. I made sure they knew that. I made sure they knew I didn't want a relationship with them.

I had no right to be mad at him but that didn't stop my heart from hurting. He was happy. He was happy with someone that wasn't me. I didn't know if I could be ok with that. I didn't know if I would be able to be ok with someone else holding him at night, making him laugh, kissing him, hugging him, touching him.

I had my heart set on coming home and being with him again. I had started to picture a life for us the closer it came time for me to come home and had made the mistake of getting my hopes up.

I was so certain he would still want me when I returned that him being with someone else wasn't even an option. I didn't know what to do now. I didn't want to give up on us but I knew it would be wrong of me to continue to chase after him.

I also didn't want to move on from him. I knew no one would be able to compare to him. He was everything to me. There's nothing I wouldn't do for him. For now, all I could do was focus on work.

The boss had sent me a file about a boy named Denki Kaminari. He had short blonde hair with a black lightning bolt decorating his bangs, yellow eyes, and a light skin complexion.

He was accused of killing his mother but from his profile picture, I could clearly see bruises on him. The police report says their defensive wounds and without a trained eye it would look like that but it was obvious to me that someone had been hitting him for years.

I could feel my blood boil. He looked to be about the same age as Izuku. I thought about someone hurting him and became even more pissed. I immediately got to work. I did a thorough background check on him. I wasn't surprised at all to find out that his family was poor, the police were harassing him to take a guilty plea nor that he barely attended school.

Without a second thought, I called Dabi to my office. He came in a minute later with a laid-back expression as usual. "Yeah, boss"? "Have Denki Kamanari come to my office. I wanna talk with him". "Yes sir". 

To say he was nervous would be an understatement. His shoulders were stiff as he looked around the room nervously, his leg would jump on occasion and he kept checking the clock for the time. Most of the people I represented acted like this. It was nothing new to me.

"Thank you for agreeing to speak with me Denki". "Y you're welcome sir". "Let's get straight to why your here shall we? I know about what happened but I would love it if you told me your side of the story".

"With all due respect sir. Why do you care about a nobody like me"? He asked looking down. "Well for starters I don't think you're a nobody. I think you're a kid that was put into a terrible situation and did the only thing you could think of in the moment to survive".

"She never wanted me". He whispered. I sat back and listened. "Since the day I was born, she thought of me as a nuisance. If it weren't for my dad she would've been gave me away to foster care.

I always tried to do whatever I could to make things easy for her. Whenever her and dad were working I would stay at home and clean the house. I would go to public school but she also had me signed up for homeschooling on certain days.

She convinced my teachers there was something wrong with me mentally. If it wasn't for my dad I would've given up a long time ago. He was the only one that cared about me. He made sure I ate, was taken care of, and checked up on how I was doing. Each night before bed he would ask me how my day went.

I lied to him each time. I didn't have the heart to tell him mom would hit and starve me. When he died things got a whole lot worse. She dated guy after guy and allowed each one of them to hit me as a form of discipline whenever they thought I was misbehaving or disrespectful towards them.

The night of the incident I had just arrived home after having a date with my boyfriend Hitoshi Shinso. The only person that knew I was gay was my dad. When my mom found out she gave me the worst beating I ever had. While beating me she called me whatever name she could think of in the moment.

I don't know how it happened but somehow I was able to push her off of me. We were outside on the balcony but I didn't realize it at the time. All I could think about was getting away from her. After I pushed her she fell over the railing and the neighbors called the cops and told them I did it on purpose".

Tears were streaming down his face as he talked. I couldn't imagine anyone going through what he did but at the same time, I could. A mother is supposed to nurture and protect her child from any and everything. I didn't know my parents they died when I was born.

It infuriated me to no end that a parent would abuse their child and make them afraid of them to the point they wouldn't ask for help just because they could.

"I'll get you out of this mess don't worry. Afterwards, I want you to come work for me. Sound good"? "Thank you, sir". "You're welcome".

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