《Villain rehab》Backstory yay
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"Mum mum! Im getting my quirk soon right, right?!" Izuku excitedly asked.
"Yes izuku..." Inko midoryia sighed "we are going over to the doctors in a few minutes, so please stop bugging me about it."
"Hey mum mum it is going to be a strong quirk isnt it?" Izuku asked while running around the table, full of adrenaline.
"It wont be a strong quirk if you dont eat your breakfast so sit down and eat!" Inko forcefully said.
Izuku reluctantly sat down and ate his breakfast while his mum was regretting letting her husband in her no no square.
They had made it just in time for their appointment with the quirk doctor after a few minutes they where called in to see a man with big glasses and a very bushy moustache. He spoke saying "Ahh yes the Midoriyas am i right?" To which Inko responded with a simple nod. "Lovely! Well first things first i am going to need a sample of izukus blood. Only a small bit." he added seeing the worried look on Izukus face.
After a few minutes the doctor came back out of his lab with a half content half sad look on his face "Well im happy and sad to say that Izuku does have a quirk." He half muttered. "Yeeeeeees!" Izuku yelled out loud "But why are you sad?" He questioned,his face beaming with joy. "Well Izuku the thing about your quirk." He declared solemnly "Is that it requires someone to die infront of you for it to be of any use." Izuku stared off into space, his brain trying to process what he had just heard, while Inko looked at her son with horror and disgust. After a couple of minutes of a tense silence Izuku stuttered asking "Sir w-what exactly is m-my quirk?" The old doctor sat there for a few seconds before bringing out a document that had Izukus quirk listed on it.
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Once again they sat in silence for a few minutes before Inko stood up and coldly said "Thank you doctor, we will be leaving now." Which sent shivers down the doctors spine "R-right your welcome and have a nice day.." He stared as Izuku was basically dragged out of the room and down the street. "I sure hope that boy will be okay, not many people like quirks that are mainly described as villainous... "
I feel scared for some reason. Mummy is acting very calm but i can tell that shes angry, one of her fists is clenched up and i can see a vein popping up.
Once we get inside Mummy left me alone to play with my toys in my room for a few hours before Dad gets home and she calls me into the living room.
I cautiously walk in and see Dad and Mummy smiling creepily at me.
"Izuku honey you haven't had your presents yet have you? Well we have a present for you! It's in the kitchen!"
I walked in the kitchen and saw..............
"Huh? There's nothing he- was the last thing I said before i blacked out from a hard hit on the back of my head.
Izuku woke up in the storage room of his apartment with his father sitting across the room from him.
"H-huh?! Dad what's going on?!" Izuku asked while trying to wriggle out of the ropes that tied him to the chair.
Izukus father said nothing but instead he walked over to Izuku with a baseball bat in his hand and smashed it against his foot.
As Izuku was screaming Hisashi spoke saying menacingly "You know, we originally hoped that you would have a mix of mine and Inkos quirks. It would have made you a very strong hero probably stronger than me but instead you gain a villainous quirk!" Now Inko walk in the room with a short eating knife "You are a mistake" Inkos starts to chant and slice with each sentence.
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After that five minute session of torture Hisashi carried Izuku to his room and slammed the door.
Before Izuku passed out he had one thought...
"Why did this happen to me?"
Thanks man.
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