Izuku knew it was pathetic, he really did.

He wasn’t able to protect himself from Kacchan and his lackeys, always letting them toss him around like some banana peel. But, it was okay! Once he becomes a hero just like All Might, nothing would hurt him anymore! He’d be strong, stronger than he is now. He wouldn’t let nobody else toss him around.

Until then—He’ll endure the burns, the bruises, and all the nosebleeds and black eyes because that’s what heroes do. They’re strong and they don’t complain. He’ll be strong.

Until then, he’ll hide his injuries from his mom and… you. His older sibling, the one he admires too. You’re strong—stronger than him. He can’t let you see him like this—all pathetic and weak. He’ll be strong, for the world, and for you.

Izuku sighs as he enters the apartment, slipping off his busted up red sneakers at the entrance and slipping on his All Might slippers. He was sure his mom was still at work so he didn’t have to worry about her seeing him all beat up. He was just really hoping you weren’t home yet either.

He carefully makes his way to the bathroom and pulls out the first aid kit from one of the cabinets. Setting his backpack down, he starts his usual routine of patching himself up.