●~Not All There Anymore |REWRITTEN|~●

|6| (Bad) Karma

Izuku laughed, tears springing to his eyes. Kerosena grinned, rolling to the floor beside him. The crackling from the fire was comforting. "Alright, my turn. Name, quirk, and life-slash-sob story."

Izuku gave a wry grin. "Alright. Izuku Midoriya, strength augmentation." He grinned. "And quirkless."

Kerosena stared at him with a deadpan expression. "I'm serious!" He exclaimed. "I was quirkless the first fifteen years of my life until this crazy super strength popped in out of nowhere! I broke my bones for the first couple of months trying to use it."

Kerosena nodded. "I can respect that. And sob story?"

Izuku laughed. Where to start? "Well, I was bullied for fifteen years, then got into UA. USJ attack, break all bones in the Sports Festival, training camp where former best friend and possible current love interest gets kidnapped - did I mention that he was my main bully? - save friend, listen to friend's trauma, a Yakuza raid where my mentor gets murdered in front of me, and as of recently...." Izuku trailed off. It still stung. It burned with pain, just thinking about what happened just earlier today.

Kerosena looked at him in shock, before breaking out into a grin. "Wow, that makes me seem like I grew up with doting parents that had a vacation home for each season!" She paused, as if realizing something. "Okay, so maybe that was what happened for the first seven years of my life."

Izuku snorted, feeling warmer next to the fire and Kerosena. He wondered if she had body heat warmer than average due to her quirk.

"So, you said as of recently. What's going on now, trauma boy?"

Izuku snorted at the nickname, looking at the floor. "Suicide. Or, half suicide, half failed life support. My mom died earlier today, three months after trying to kill herself."

Kerosena fell silent, not knowing how to react. He couldn't blame her; she probably hadn't interacted with another human being in years.

"It was my fault anyways," he continued. He needed someone that wouldn't say crap like 'it wasn't your fault' or 'it's going to be okay'. He just needed someone that would be quiet and listen to him. "She saw me fighting that villain on TV. Had an anxiety attack, overdosed." He let loose a weak laugh, laced with wet tears as his voice cracked. "It's a genetic thing, anxiety. And I hate it."

He didn't try to wipe away the tears, nor did he try to cover the sound of his crying. It wouldn't matter anyways. Izuku curled into a tight ball, burying his face into his knees. He froze when two warm arms wrapped around him.

"I'm better with body language than verbal language." Kerosena said, pulling him in tighter. He pressed against her chest, leaning into the warm human touch that he craved so much. He hadn't realized how dependent he'd become on Ryuko's hugs when everything became too much.

"Let me guess. Horrible foster family where there's one person to be your support, a crutch." Izuku nodded.

"Big brother. Ryuko." He felt her nod, before the two fell silent. Kerosena just let Izuku sob.

Strangely, and this is gonna sound really weird, Kerosena didn't seem to have... a girls chest.

Kerosena took note. "Trans," she grunted out, in a tone that said 'no biggie. I don't give a shit what people think'. Izuku couldn't help but admire her for that.