●~Not All There Anymore |REWRITTEN|~●

|2| Unmoving, Always Smiling

Chapter- Two
Title- Unmoving, Always Smiling
Track- Sick Boy
Artist- The Chainsmokers
Trigger warnings- profanity, mentions of attempted suicide, child abuse (yes, already), arguing, most likely a cliffhanger
Disclaimer- I do not own My Hero Academia. Mha and all characters, save for mentioned Oc's, belong to Kohei Horikoshi. I recommend listening to the song above

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Hey, wassup y'all? So, I should be writing Star Light, but I had the best idea for this and I don't want to lose it. And I'm trying to trigger motivation.

So, in case you don't read the triggers, I have a bit to talk about. If you don't read A/N's, then I can't help you.

First up. cHiLd AbUsE. You hear me right. Read me right. Whatever. There is a bit of it in here, because Siomachi needs a group to join and I can't resist the angst, but it's not too bad. Most of it is just talk, except for a slap or two. That's really all there is.

I hope this chapter is long enough, because if not, I will lose my ever-loving mind. I can't believe I decided to do a rewrite.... oh wait, yes I can, it's because the original is not and never will be good enough! Gods, why do you people like that book so much?

Anyhow, since I'm done ranting (for now) on with the shit show! (Spoiler alert: it's shitty)

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Izuku

Izuku stirred to the feeling of someone shaking him awake, the green haired boy grumbling all the while. Izuku propped himself on his elbows and rubbed at his eyes, blinking the sleep out of them. He blinked a few times, trying to get rid of his headache.

"What....?" He mumbled, still half asleep. Izuku looked up to see a blue and black haired boy with mahogany antlers and radioactive green eyes looking down at him, an unimpressed expression taking over his face. Izuku blinked a couple more times until the events of the day came flooding back, to which Izuku donned a scowl. "Why are you here?" The older boy snorted.

"Dinner, kid. Come on, get up." Izuku rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, no thanks. Good night." Izuku flopped down onto his pillow, making the other sigh. The boy prodded at Izuku, but he simply ignored him. "Not hungry, come back when I care. You may have to sit in the waiting room a few years."

The boy snorted. "Uh huh. Come on, you don't have much of a choice." Izuku sat up, looking rude and unimpressed.

"Okay, what's anyone going to do to me? Get sad that I don't want their food?" The older shook his head with a slight smirk.

"Nah, you definitely don't want that food. However, what you really don't want, is this." He bent down and tilted his neck to the side, revealing a large dark purple bruise. Izuku choked up, his earlier sarcasm forgotten.

"W- what..."

The other shook his head. "Yeah, foster homes ain't fun. I mean, I'm not in a foster home, but you get my drift." Izuku nodded slightly. The other jerked his head toward the door. "Now, if you wish to keep you face and or neck unblemished, please do come this way. Ryuko Horikage, by the way."

Izuku glared at the floor. "Why me? Why do I have to be here?" The green haired boy clenched his fists on his knees.