| Third Person POV |

"W-why do y-you want me?" Dubbing him okay, for now, the doctors left the two alone to talk.

"You need a family. I have a husband, another adopted child, and two kittens. It's a small house and has an extra room."

"O-okay...W-when do I l-leave here?"

"Two hours. Take your medicine." Midoriya hesitantly opened the pill bottle, drowning two pills with the cup of water set aside for him. He laid back onto the new bed (the other one was soaked with blood.)

Aizawa left the room, heading to the front desk to start filling out the paperwork to take Midoriya home, and pulling out the adoption papers from a bag Yamada dropped off because he's too lazy to do that sh*t himself.

The two hours passed by quickly and Midoriya was home free at last. The duo was silent as the sickly child took in the fact he was being adopted AND by a hero nonetheless as he didn't know Yamada was actually Present Mic.

A black truck pulled up in front of them blasting music as the window rolled down. The tinted windows reflected the sunlight, casting it out everywhere.

"P-Present M-Mic?!" He was still in his hero costume, he got over his short flu, and laughed at Midoriyas outburst of bewilderment. Almost fainting at the sight of another pro hero he adored, he was kind of gently shoved into the car as he was too busy gawking at the thought of being adopted by two pro heroes.

"How are you today little listener?!"

"O-okay I g-guess?" Yamada laughed and Aizawa punched him in the shoulder to get a move on. You would think with Yamada behind the wheel they'd be flying down at top speeds but surprisingly he kept that law unbroken. For once at least.

Upon arriving the tiny house Aizawa spoke of wasn't so tiny after all, it was basically a mansion in the middle of nowhere. It was a compromise, nobody around, and a big house to yell in. Which was also constantly sprayed for bugs.

The front door was opened by our favorite purple-haired boy, Shinso.

"Hi." A simple word was spoken before he disappeared.

"Hey Hito!" Yamada responded to the retreating boy.

"Y-Your house i-isn't tiny at a-all Eraserhead."

"Call me Dad or Aizawa, I hate my hero name somebody made up for me."

"Call me Pops!" Yamada chimed in carrying groceries he pulled out from the trunk.

"O-okay?" Midoriya responded before entering their house. "T-his is e-enormous!" He whispered to himself while being guided to the kitchen.

"Let me take you on the tour little listener!" Yamada said from wherever he disappeared to. "Shota! Start making dinner!"

"Dumba** husband..."

"LANGUAGE SHOTA!"

"DUMBA** HUSBAND!" (He said this in English hehe)

"BE QUIET YOU TWO! DAD! YOU AREN'T THE ONLY INSOMNIAC HERE SO SHUT THE F*CK UP!"

"W-wow." Was the only word Midoriya spoke in regards to this beautiful family conversation. "D-does this ha-happen all the ti-time?" He said to one of the kittens that was rubbing itself on his leg.

Yamada soon appeared while Midoriya picked up the kitten stroking its black fur. The collar around its neck said its name was Kimiko.

"Kimiko likes you! Awww! Let's go!" Still holding the kitten they took a tour ending on Midoriya's new room.

"DINNERS DONE IDIOTS!" Aizawa broadcasted over the Alexas that were placed in every room. (Don't question the magic of fanfiction.) While Midoriya and Shinso were normal people and walked down the stairs while Yamada miscalculated his jump, tumbling down the staircase, landing with a loud thud.

With a thumbs up from the broken looking hero, Shinso laughed and sat down at the table followed by everyone else. Luckily for Midoriya, katsudon was served.

"Hitoshi, this is Midoriya. I figured you two haven't talked yet."

"H-hi..."

"Call me Hitoshi I don't care."

"C-call me I-Izuku! After al-all, we're going to b-be f-family!"

| The Next Day |
| Izuku POV |

"Wh-why am I su-such an early r-riser at the wo-worst times..." I checked the clock next to my bed. "5:30 is t-too early and I wo-won't fall a-asleep again." Grabbing some of Hito's clothes he loaned me, I slipped on the shorts and t-shirt. Grabbing a pen and paper I wrote,

I'm going to Dagobah Beach. I won't be gone long (:

I took my pills and drank two with a glass of milk I poured as quietly as I could.

Slowly leaving the house I breathed in the morning air that only tickled the back of my throat almost making me cough. I headed out for my old home of a junkyard remembering I left a bag hidden with some money I forgot I had.

"I w-wonder what Era- D-Dad, is going to d-do with my sc-school sit-situation. I mean, I ha-haven't been to s-school for a y-year and I'm still legally mi-missing. It w-would be hilarious if I ra-randomly appeared at sc-school! I think school a-already started..."

"PROBLEM CHILD!" I screamed as I turned around. "Where the h*ll are you going?" Dad said.

"D-Dagobah Beach? I l-left a n-note."

"At least wait for one of us to come with you. Geez."

"A-aren't heroes su-supposed t-to be observant?" I replied being a little cocky.

"Shut up I'm coming with you." He said, slowing his pace down. We walked in silence the whole way to the beach until Dad decided to speak up and break the slightly awkward silence. "Why are we even here."

"I had some hidden money I forgot about." I walked straight to the garbage pile I had dug a hole in and made a tiny cozy sleeping place for myself. In an old useless microwave, there was my fifty dollar bill my dumba** failed to remember.

"I'm too tired to question this bullsh*t so do whatever you want I have patrol."

"B-bye, Dad!" After he left I sat down in my little cave after stuffing the money in my pocket.

"I r-really don't w-want to see Ka-Kacchan again... It h-hurts to th-think about that n-night..."

| Flashback In The Third Person |

Midoriya limped out of the school, clutching his ruined hero notebook and bloody arm closely to his body.

It began as a normal beating would but this time, Bakugo went too far. Way too far. Running with a limp was hard and Bakugo was just too fast. He kicked Midoriyas back, slamming him into the ground as the boy who was being stomped on screamed in pain over and over again before his head was smashed into the ground and he began to lose consciousness.

"I'm not done just yet..." Then Midoriya was lifted up and slammed down and everything went black for the poor kid.

Midoriya woke up in an alley with an aching pain almost everywhere as he slowly noticed he was still bleeding on his arms and legs. It wasn't major but when he lifted his clothing slightly to see his wounds he broke out in tears. Written on his body and covered with bruises was 'die' 'wh*re' 'quirkless' and 'f*cker'.

Barely managing to lift up his own body as if he was an infant, he stumbled in the direction he thought was his home but found himself lost and having to ask someone for directions.

Before doing that he found himself in an even worse situation. He ran into Inko, who was looking for him.

"I-Izuku! What happened to you! Are you okay?!"

"I-I'm f-fine mom."

"Let me help you!"

"STOP! Let go of me..."

"I-I'm so-sorry honey." Inko looked away and the two were almost home before the blissful silence was ruined. "What happened to you Izuku?"

"Nothing." Midoriya felt terrible for being so rude to his mother but he couldn't do much else.

"Please," Inko was in tears at this point. "Tell me what happened."

"I can't," Midoriya responded before looking away. "I just- I just can't."

"Tell me when you're ready honey. Please."

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Word Count: 1426 words

Hewwo! Tomorrow I'm busy and the next day it's my birthday, so it could be a little while before the next update. Bye, for now, my lovelies!