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They were hanging out in the Class 1-A dorms, and Izuku and his classmates were having a great time.
It was a movie night, Mina chose the movie, and perhaps that wasn’t a good idea, but nobody really cared. Izuku wasn’t going to be disconcerted by some movie after all, even if Mina chose a really suspicious romance.
Everybody was there, even Kacchan, and nothing was going to ruin it.
He spoke too soon.
And Izuku was right about that, he wasn’t disconcerted by the movie, but he was by a text. He was distracted by a ping from his phone, and he quickly tapped on the notification and tried to speed read to get back to the movie.
Unknown: Hello Son
Unknown: It’s Hisashi
But Izuku already knew that it was Hisashi, after all, nobody would text him from an unknown number anymore, he had all his classmates and teacher’s numbers saved in his phone, as well as his mother’s.
But he did not have Hisashi’s number.
And that was Hisashi’s own fault.
Unbidden, the memories came up, resurfacing like the unwanted pimple that just wouldn’t go away.
Izuku remembered scalding hot burns and terrible injuries. He subconsciously rubbed his cigarette scars and bit his lip. He had many cigarette scars and a lot of burns.
His father was an abusive bastard that should rot in hell, what was it about terrible fathers with fire quirks?
Izuku didn’t process his classmates talking to him, too wrapped up in his own memories, but he did notice when a voice spoke to him.
He slowly came to as an ice cube was put in his hand, and he calmed himself down the rest of the way by concentrating on his breathing.
“Midoriya, are you back with us?” asked his Sensei, and Izuku didn’t know when they had arrived, he didn’t remember him coming in and kneeling down next to him.
Oh no, Sensei was wasting his time on Izuku.
“No kid, you aren’t wasting my time, I wanted to come here.”
Oh, Izuku said that out loud.
“Do you want to tell me what that was about?”
And Izuku burst like a dam, he was a natural crier, a crybaby if you will, so there were a lot of tears as the story rapidly came out like a gushing river. Izuku was always a talker, a mutterer, a natural born extrovert.
And he couldn’t keep his words any longer.
He told them all about Hisashi’s abuse before he left when Izuku was six. He showed Aizawa his scars, and the entire room was getting mad.
He told them about how once, when Izuku was five, Hisashi blew his fire breath onto a spoon until it was almost melting then held it on Izuku’s upper arm, he told them about how Hisashi had tried to make him gain a quirk, blowing his fire breath onto Izuku’s leg until the skin almost melted.
He told them about how he had been quirkless until the day of the entrance exams, and reluctantly shared that he had been bullied and suicide baited.
Shoto accidentally froze the popcorn, he apologised and warmed it back up, but Mina had already turned off the movie and accidentally melted a pillow in the process. Kirishima had destroyed another pillow when he got so angry at one of Izuku’s retellings of his father’s abuse that he hardened.
When Izuku was finished there was tension in the air and a loud silence.
Just then another text came in, his phone buzzing with the notification. Izuku replied in an angrier manner than he would usually use and hit send.
The next text was more than unsavory.
Unknown: How dare you talk to your father like that
Unknown: I raised you, you ungrateful brat.
Izuku scoffed, what did he have to be grateful for?
He told his friends this, and they somehow got angrier. Izuku took the chance to look around, thankful for his supportive classmates.
His gratefulness was clouded over when he remembered that it was a precious night for Class 1-A and he had interrupted it.
“Sorry for ruining our movie night,” Izuku whispered quietly, guilty that their previous atmosphere had been destroyed.
“You don’t need to worry Izuku-kun, I just have the sudden urge to negate somebodies’ gravity until they float into the atmosphere as they die a very drawn out and painful death,” Ochaco, surprisingly, stated, giving her sweet and innocent smile, that was very threatening and out of character for the normally sweet girl.
Izuku was happy that she had honored his request that she stop calling him Deku, though the request was phrased more like a question at the time.
“He doesn’t fucking have the right to waltz back into your life like that Nerd,” Kacchan stated firmly,
“He’s like a second Endeavour, except this time we can actually do something about him,” Shoto said with a glare, and Izuku wasn’t surprised about that reaction from the usually clueless boy, he definitely hated child abusers after what happened to him.
“Th-thanks guys, I really appreciate it.”
“No problem Izuku, we care for you, movie nights always occur again, your health is a priority,” Momo said.
And Izuku was quite happy with that. His mother was also very happy when she found out about the protectiveness of his classmates, apologising for not helping him sooner.
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Later on, Hisashi Midoriya received a restraining order and was taken to court and later sentenced to jail on harassment and abuse charges, he had continuously sent Izuku threatening messages after he had initially brushed Hisashi off, one of the only times the justice system actually did its job.
Class 1-A definitely wanted more retribution but they decided to be happy with what they got.
And their green–haired classmate’s bright-eyed sunshine smile was more than enough to make them content.
And when the day was over and the sun set on heights alliance, they all gathered to watch Mina’s movie choice.
And they immediately regretted it, what the actual fuck Mina?