I sighed as I packed up after class, Shinsou waiting by sitting on top of his desk. Me and Hizashi had adopted Shinsou a few months ago since his parents died in a terrible car crash. The kid wouldn't eat for a week and acted like a robot, not even shedding a tear. Eventually he broke down and our relationship grew stronger. "Hey kid ready to go?" I asked lifting up my bag and onto my shoulder. Looking up to see that Shinsou hadn't budged from where he was sitting. "Dad, what would you do if you saw someone with bruises littered across his skin that you knew weren't from hero training. I felt my eyes widened. "Shinsou if this is happening I need to know who it is so the school can conduct an investigation." I said sternly. I could see Shinsou wince at my stern tone and huffed. "I'll tell you who it is only if you do the investigation by yourself." I nodded slowly.

                                         "Who is it Shinsou?" 

"M-Midoriya.." He mumbled. "Izuku Midoriya?" I asked. Shinsou nodded. (No it's fucking sugamama midoriya who tf do you think it is like bitch do u have multiple midoriyas in ur class like wtf?)

"I was walking out of the changing room and I saw his bruises. He lied to me saying they were from training but I saw some really old scars and it's only been 3 days of school." I nodded. "Tomorrow we can do a surprise visit, make sure not to tell anyone in the class, they're way to overprotective of that kid" It was a very true fact. Last year apparently class 1-A went out to the mall where Monoma started to berate Midoriya..

                                                     Lets just say he couldnt come to school

  "Now, you ready to go home, Hizashi is probably already making dinner." Shinsou nods and walks out of the class after me. for a week

                                                              Izuku pov

        I screeched as my mother slashed my back open with a kitchen knife, while holding a bottle of whisky. She took a swig and then poured the liquid across my back. I screamed even louder as she left my room, closing the 

door behind her. Tears spilled down my face like waterfalls. My back burned as I stood up, shaking furiously. I 

stumbled to my dresser and pulled out bandages. I wrapped them across my back and chest. I checked the time 

'8:32'. I sighed and pulled out my unfinished homework that I had to do. I numbly walked over to my desk and sat

 down in my chair. I grabbed a pencil and started on my work.    

I woke up on my desk, still holding the pencil with a loose grip. I groaned and got up. I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower so I didn't reek of alcohol. My stomach was twisting for food. I hope I can make it past hero training without passing out. I got out of the shower and re-wrapped my knife wound and put on my uniform, drying my hair with a towel. I sighed and stuffed my homework into my backpack and quietly left. We were in hero training when the fatigue and hunger hit my body like a wrecking ball. I was in the middle of a fight with Todoroki when my moves started to become sluggish and darkness started to dot my vision. Kacchan wasn't helping either. Each time he sent a explosion towards me he would hit me head on. I could feel my conscienceness fade. The knife wound on my back reopened and I could feel the blood oozing down my back. Eventually I felt my self falling towards the ground before I blacked out....