●~Not All There Anymore~● |BEING REWRITTEN|

|8| Didn't Expect You To Love Me Anyways

The tears only came faster when he heard Kerosena running down the street, screaming for him to come back. After her parents had abandoned her, Ochana had always been scared of someone else leaving. Izuku hated himself for making that fear a reality. He turned a different corner as he heard Ibarra trying to calm the fire user down. The girl only kicked and screamed and sobbed.

I killed my mom. I've hurt my friends and I've run away from home. And now I'm going to one where things might be even worse, but of course I have nowhere else to go.

Izuku looked at the run down streets around him. He had never really tried to pay attention to it all, but now? Everything just seemed to be in hyper-focus. The crumbling brick houses with caving roofs loomed over him, only adding to the eerie feeling of the night. The branches of dead trees reached their spindly hands outwards, and the roots broke through the cracked pavement, tripping the greenette at every opportunity. The boy kept his gaze focused on the ground, kicking rocks as he dragged his feet.

The longer he walked through the dark streets, the more suffocating it all got. The wind swinging through the tree branches seemed to be trying to topple him off his already unsteady feet, and the hooting of owls and chattering of bats screeched into the boy's ears. The slow dragging of his feet soon broke into a brisk walk, but as the waterfall of emotions roaring in his ears only got louder, he started to jog, and then run, and then sprint, until he was gasping for breath, trying desperately to escape the place where his life had been ruined.

First being quirkless, and now his mom dying. And no matter how many quirks he got, or heroic deeds he accomplished, nothing would ever be able to bring his mom back.

He kept on running until he had jumped over the security gate and run down another two blocks in the city, pushing past the people walking on the streets. He ignored the strange looks he got and turned into an alleyway, nearly falling as he did so. He hid behind a dumpster and buried his head inbetween his legs, sobbing. Izuku shakily reached into his bag before realizing that he didn't have his boxcutter, or happy pills. He immediately hit himself on the head, panicking when he realized there was nothing to use to release. No one to talk to, nothing to cut with. He was screwed.

The greenette made himself slow his breathing, making it match the slow tapping his fingers made on the pavement beside him. He took several more deep breaths before forcing himself up, slightly stumbling. He looked up to see the sun was rising, painting the sky an array of pinks and reds. Izuku shouldered his bag, only containing his school uniform, a few thin sweaters, and a dead phone. He refused to think of the thing he had taken without a second thought. Something that would either comfort him on the worst days or make it all worse.

A picture of his mom and him when Izuku was just a toddler.

And her will.

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Izuku raised the brass knocker before dropping it back down to the mahogany door. He backed up a few steps on the porch, taking in his surroundings. The freckled boy was currently standing on the porch of a two-story light blue house, surrounded by a white picket fence. A willow tree with a wooden swing tied to it stood tall and proud at the front of the house, surrounded by small roses and forget-me-nots. The backyard had a large garden which grew several types of tomatoes, as well as other vegetables. A separate garden grew multiple colorful flowers. Multiple similar houses dotted the rest of the street, giving off a feeling of wealth.