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

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

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Kay, it's over. We good, none of the actual violence.
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Finally, when Izuku was covered in bruises and places where heels and skin had collided made the skin raw, Siomachi backed off. She sneered at the boy, and marched back into the kitchen, not bothering to see if he was alright or not. "Your bedroom is upstairs, brat. I don't care what you do, but if you go and start stealing from me or committing crimes, you are in for a world of hurt. You better be home before school or when I'd have people over, hear? And behave if you want food or a bed. If I catch you sneaking out, you're in for it. Now, get the hell out of my sight, and cover those bruises."

Izuku pulled himself off the carpet, wincing when his scabbed knees fell to the carpet. He quietly walked to the bathroom and took out some of the makeup his grandmother kept. Of course, he had no idea how to apply it to cover the bruises, but that was what the Internet was for, right? He pulled his dead phone put of his pocket and plugged it into a socket, sitting on the toilet seat as he waited for it to charge.

He tried to calm his breathing down for a second time that day, and found himself wishing there was something sharp around. Izuku quickly shook his head and expelled the thoughts. He couldn't be weak now of all times. Not when things were just getting better (?). I mean, he had a warm bed-

That could be taken away

-Home cooked meals-

That you're probably not getting

-And a nice house.

That belongs to an abusive woman.

Well, if he didn't screw up none of those things would happen. If he just did what she said and stayed out of her way, he'd be fine. Besides, he told himself, I'll be moving out as soon as I have enough for an apartment. She'll just be registered as my guardian, but I'll have a different address. In just a few months, I won't be living here.

His phone finally beeped, signaling it was charged enough for him to use it. Izuku stood up and clicked onto YouTube, looking up makeup videos. When he finally found one that was suitable to his situation, he began to watch it. It took nearly an hour to apply it all, given that he had to pause it, rewind, and clean off his face whenever he messed up, which was alot. Also, makeup had a lot of steps.

When Izuku finally finished, he marveled at the transformation. He couldn't see a single bruise, and could barely tell it was makeup at all. He smiled softly, bringing his fingers up to lightly brush at his face. He smiled again and gathered his things, heading upstairs into a guest room and quietly closed the door. He immediately dropped his bag to the ground carelessly and fell onto the soft bed, snuggling under the sheets. Now that he really thought about it, laying in the soft sheets, why didn't he just go back to live at the dorms? It had everything he really needed, and it certainly wasn't abusive.

Oh right, because I would need my guardian to sign me back in, and everyone would know that mom is dead, and then I'd have to go through the adoption process crap, and god knows Siomachi doesn't qualify. And I really don't wanna get stuck with some other random family. Besides, everyone else would find out, and I don't need that to happen.

Izuku sighed and turned over his side. Nothing was ever going to get better, was it? Was this really his life now? Learning how to apply makeup to cover up the abuse marks his grandmother had given him, who he now lived with because his mother had died, because she had killed herself, because he was too selfish to admit her to a hospital? Well now that he really looked at it all layed out in front of him, it was kinda bad. Okay, more than kinda bad, more like super really why was this his life bad.