When Izuku woke up the next morning, he was in his own bed at home. He was groggy and disoriented, not remembering how he had arrived home the previous night.

"Izuku! Get your ass down here!" He heard his mother scream from the floor level of the house. He groaned, knowing that his mother had to be in a particularly foul mood that morning.

He threw on a hoodie, realizing that he was cold, as he made his way to the door. He also caught sight of a note next to his bed. He walked over and picked it up, reading over it.

You start Monday. I'll pick you up at 4.
~Hitoshi Shinsou

'Really? First and last name? Did he think I knew another Shinsou or something?' Izuku thought to himself as he set the note back down.

"Izuku!" His mother screeched, her patience clearly running thin.

He flinched at her tone and quickly scrambled down the stairs. He had no clue what had set her off so early in the morning, but he had a feeling he was about to find out.

"What's wrong?" He asked in a small voice.

His mother angrily held up an envelope. "You didn't pay the rent?" She asked him, venom clear in her tone.

His face paled at the question. He hadn't. He hadn't gotten paid enough from the café and he was putting off paying it until he started working for Hitoshi. He had been hoping that they wouldn't send them the letter until he had scrounged up enough money to pay for that month.

"I-I was going to! I just got a new job and I have to wait for my first check, but then I will. I swear!" He said, holding his hands up as he realized that his mother was already drunk. She wasn't pleasant, even when sober, but when drunk she was violent.

She scowled as she grabbed a drying plate off the counter and threw it at Izuku. He ducked just in time to miss getting hit. He stared at the wall behind him, where it had hit and shattered, in silent shock. Some part of him knew his mother's behavior was getting out of hand. "When the hell is that going to be, you little brat?!" She asked, grabbing another plate and sending it flying.

Izuku managed to dodge it again, but it was a close call.

"Do you have any idea what I've done for you?!" She threw a third plate. It hit Izuku in the gut, making him double over from the impact. "I brought you into this world! I raised you! And this is how you repay me?" A fourth plate was sent sailing threw the air. Since he was distracted, it his Izuku in the head, causing him to fall and the room to become fuzzy. When he fell, he landed in some of the shards from earlier plates, causing cuts to appear on various parts of his body, including his cheek. "You ungrateful, little-"

She was cut off by the door opening. Inko had another plate in her hand, ready to send it right at her son, when Todoroki rushed into the house, alerted by the noise that he could hear from outside.

"What the hell are you doing?!" He yelled at Inko, grabbing the plate from her hand. She was clearly pissed off by his sudden intrusion, but she knew she could push him around like she could to Izuku, so she grabbed her purse and stormed out of the house.

Once she was gone, Todoroki hurried over to Izuku, who was barely hanging onto consciousness. "One of these days I'm going to kill her." He muttered, trying to help Izuku to his feet, but he was to close to passing out to stand. Todoroki ended up just picking him up and taking him into the bathroom, so he could clean up his cuts.

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When Izuku came to, for the second time that day, he was once again in his bed. His head and stomach were aching, giving him a brutal reminder of what his mother had done.

"Morning sun shine." A sarcastic voice said from next to his bed.

Izuku snapped his head to the side to see who it was, but instantly groaned at the pain it caused.

"Well that wasn't smart." The same voice said.

"Why're you here Kacchan?" Izuku asked, holding his head and trying to get rid of the pain.

Bakugou leaned forwards in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees. "Half and half texted me." He explained shortly. His mood took a sudden shift. "How long has she been like this?"

Izuku clung onto his blanket and stared blankly at the ceiling. "Since dad died senior year." He said quietly, not even sure if Bakugou knew about his father.

"What?"

Apparently not.

"Don't try to act like you care, you hated him anyways." Izuku pointed out.

Bakugou couldn't really argue with that. Izuku's father was nearly as bad as his mother. He left and went to 'work abroad' in America. That meant being gone Izuku's entire life and hooking up with whatever woman he could find. The only thing that used to hold Inko together was the hope that one day he would grow up and come back to his family. When he died, that hope died with him.

"You hated him just as much." Bakugou said back, recalling many late nights when Izuku would either scream and curse out his father, or sob and break down because he thought he wasn't good enough for him.

"I didn't hate him." Izuku snapped. His dad was still a sensitive subject, even dead. "He was my dad, Kacchan."

"Sure, whatever." Bakugou said, brushing it off. "Look, I should probably warn you-"

He couldn't finish his warning. Someone walked into Izuku's room, cutting him off.

"You don't actually care for your mom, right?" Hitoshi asked, leaning against Izuku's door frame with his arms crossed.

"What?" Izuku asked, completely shocked by the question and his presence.

"You don't care about her, right? Like if she ended up dead in a ditch, you wouldn't cry?" He clarified. He had been boiling with rage since he had learned about what the bitch had done. He hated abusive parents.

The reason he was there in the first place was because he had called Todoroki, needing him for a meeting. The duel haired male had said he couldn't show up, being preoccupied. After some fight and yelling, Todoroki finally spilt what had happened. Hitoshi had showed up fifteen minutes later.

"You are not killing my mother."