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It's been a long day for Izuku Midoriya.
After he was diagnosed quirkless, his daddy left for America.
Now that he was six, his mommy decided to leave to be with his daddy instead of him.
Even though he begged and pleaded and apologized for making dad leave in the first place, she still left the day before rent was due. All Izuku had were a few changes of clothes, his notebooks, and the reusable water bottle and bag that he had used for school.
Now, he's walking around the city at night: something that he vaguely remembered the teachers at primary school telling the class to not do, and trying his best to not fall asleep like he so desperately wanted to. Sleep was pulling at his eyelids, and he just barely managed to stumble into a nearby alleyway before he collapsed on the ground.
He didn't want to sleep near the lights, or someone might take him, and mommy said that kids who couldn't defend themselves would get kidnapped, and that quirkless kids were very defenseless.
Mommy also left him because he was quirkless. Why does it make people both come for him and leave him?
The ground was cold underneath him and the thin layer of clothing he was wearing, and everything just came over him. Being left alone, hungry and cold, made tears spring up in his eyes. He curled into a ball and just... cried. Cried for being left all alone, cried for being so cold, cried for feeling awful, cried because the burns Kacchan gave him hurt so, so bad pressed on the ground, and cried because it all came back at once. Maybe, if he fell asleep now, he wouldn't have to wake up again.
' Don't fucking think like that! We'll kill all of them for hurting us! '
But Izuku was asleep before he could answer the odd voice so much like his own, but not quite echoing in his brain.