Brushing Up The Lost Years

Izumi felt worthless. As soon as Izuku locked his room, she sat down and began crying on the stairs. "What kind of a sister am I ?" She sobbed to herself.

Flashback

Ten years ago

"Hey guys, I-I'm worried. He still wants to be a hero. He could die!"

a little Izumi expresses her concern.

"I got an idea," Katsuki smirks."Let's intimidate him with our quirks."

"Are you sure?" Izumi asks.

"That way he'll get afraid of hero's and quirks!" He finishes.

"G-guys, I don't think that's a good idea," Shoko whimpers.

"I think it's worth a try," agrees Shoto.

So it's settled, and Izumi goes up to her brother.

"Do you still wanna be a hero,big bro?" She asks.

The joy and hope is apparent in his eyes.

"Yes! More than ev-" he gets cut off as Kacchan punches him in the gut.

"Give up your damn dream, Deku!"

"You'll never be a hero," says Shoto as he freezes him over.

Izumi joins in happily.

' It's for his own good' she thinks.

Shoko just stands there, pitying him, not knowing what to do.

That was just the start

Flashback End

Izumi was bawling her eyes out, remembering all this. She went to her room and locked herself in.

Inko was heart broken."Am I even a mother?" She kept asking herself.

Now that she remembered it, she couldn't recall any memories of Izuku.

Desperately, she rushed to their family photo albums, but the only happy images of Izuku were before he turned 4. After that, every other photo was the same: Izumi in the arms of her and Toshi, while Izuku sat sadly at the corner, barely even in the picture.

"No, n-no...." She wept as ahe ran over to her husband.

"Toshi..."

"What have I done?" The No.1 hero asked himself. How could he, the No.1 hero, have done this? He even saw Izuku cooling sometimes. He took it as a sign of independency, but all this time, he was playing favourites.

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All of them stood in remorse about what they'd done.

Ring! Ring!

Toshinori's phone rang. Dave was calling.

Meanwhile

The said person was in his room, trying to figure things out.

But by how confused and frustrated he was, he couldn't concentrate.

So he took out a comic and decided to cool off, which wasn't easy.

"Uncle David!" He suddenly exclaimed.

'If anyone can help, it's him'

He hurriedly got up to leave. But something was sticking to his palm.

"Ugh! Not again!" He groaned.

"Stop sticking!" The poor boy was in a hurry. Sadly, he couldn't leave with a book stuck on his fingers. Frantically, he began to try and shake it free.

Well, unfortunately, for him, he was right near the window. And before he knew it, he was out.

He didn't even have time to scream.

'Goodbye, cruel world. Oh, and fuc-' "huh?"

By some miracle, he was standing ON the wall, his feet sticking to it. He couldn't believe his eyes. But as he began to move, he started slipping.

"Please keep sticking!" He wailed.

It seems fortune didn't favour him, even if he was bold, and he fell down, down, down.......

Thump!

"Whoa!" He said as he looked up. His room window was two storeys high.

He'd landed on his feet!

'I need to go see Uncle David'

End of Chapter-4

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