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Izuku once thought he was quirkless. He remembers wondering what sick God forced him to live a life like his, why his mama mother had to be hurt in order for him not to be, why his father would beat him or her until blood had thoroughly seeped into the carpet. It felt like a sick joke. This and others quirks were all he really thought about growing up. All of this was true until he was eight.
One day he was on a walk with his mother and crashed into someone who already seemed upset. While he getting up the person started gasping for air, his mother was rushing over to them trying to help them but they were trying to yell something about their quirk being gone. Izuku thinks it scared him but he doesn’t really remember for sure, it simply wasn’t important.
Nothing was the same after that person died. Apparently Izuku had a quirk curse that let him curse others to be quirkless by stealing quirks, he was to keep it hidden from everyone (including his father) because it could hurt them and then everyone would hate him more.
His mother also changed, she stopped talking to him and touching him almost entirely (he thought it was because he scared her with his curse), he wasn’t allowed to call her mama anymore, he only got dinner if his father was home and even then she significantly cut down the portions she was feeding him, and she completely stopped taking the beatings for him. Then his father completely stopped coming home which meant that he was no longer getting beaten! It also meant he wasn’t getting much of any food, but it’s okay!
He’d thought his mother had just been coming to terms of her child’s curse but when after a month he’d only be getting dinner about three times a week he’d decided he needed to learn to cook. He’d done that by going to a nearby library and reading recipes. It was difficult to do what he read but he managed.
Eventually his mother started buying less food, he was a little annoyed that he couldn’t eat full dinners but it was enough that she hasn’t left him yet with his curse and quirklessness.
His father not being around also meant that his mother started bringing men around, for the first week his father was gone she bought home three men during the times his father usually wouldn’t be home anyway. Then after that week she got more confident and brought home men whenever.
That didn’t last long, of course, because after about three weeks total she informed him that she was dating a new guy from work and that he might meet him eventually. He seemed to make her genuinely happy (unlike him) so he guessed he couldn’t really be upset.
It was all fine, that’s whet he’d tell himself at least.
He was being bullied at school and he personally thought it was stupid, he didn’t get control over his lack of a proper quirk! One day, when he was twelve after a particularly bad day, he got home from school he noticed an odd pile of dust on the floor in front of the counter. The counter had a note on it that read:
“Dear Izuku, I am so sorry, if you’re reading this letter I am dead. Your father sent me a warning that he’d be sending someone to kill me if I didn’t break up with Kenta but I just couldn’t do it. Please remember to be careful of your curse and that I love you. From mom”
Really? He’d thought to himself, angrily ripping the paper in two. She was dead and all she could do was remind him to do was be careful with his curse? Of course he’d immediately regretted ripping the paper but it was too late now.
There was no way he could go to the police, he’s not only quirkless but cursed! The foster system would not be nice to him and he didn’t want to be beaten again. He didn’t really see much point to being alive anymore. He wasn’t stupid, he knew the statistics and he knew that he’d be dead sometime before thirty, and he really didn’t want to die by somebody else’s hand.
So he quickly scribbled out where he was going to jump on one of the halves of the paper and put it on the counter. He grabbed his bag on his way out, it could make it easier to find where to fish his body out of.
He walked until he found the bridge, it wasn’t too public which meant not many if any people would see him jump. Good, less traumatised kids. He looked around the streets to make sure no one was there before putting his bag down and stepping over the railings. He looked at the sky and appreciated it one last time before letting go and falling.
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Izuku woke with a gasp, he was on a beach and it took a moment for him to realise where he was. He took a moment to remember what had happened before this. Right, his mother was dead. And he should be dead too, he’s pretty confident a fall as high as the one he took should’ve killed him so why is he still alive?