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The toxic homes, the malnutrition, and the monsters your parents were, it was hell and back. No one saved you, they just thought you were some scrappy bug that needed to be stopped on for how annoying you were. But it was a struggle- especially that one fateful night your parents kicked you out and dropped you off in foster care. So while staying at one home, you snuck into the kitchen, and grabbed the sharpest knife from the cutting board.

Your tried at a very young age, but failed…

After staying at the hospital, a nice, small family took you in. Inko and Izuku Midoriya. Ink was a stubby, kind, and thoughtful woman while Izuku, her son, was just the same but way taller. Now, they were taking you clothes shopping (something that never happened before). Inko kept picking up things and gushing over how cute you’d look in them. Meanwhile Izuku was wandering to more outfits in his style.

Inko had dragged you to the dressing room to try on some clothes, waiting outside. She remembered that she left her purse in there with you. She peeked open the door and looked up.

“Ah sweetie- my purse I-“ Inko’s mouth went dry when she saw you.

Your stomach scar- from a while ago. She knew nothing about it and instantly went into mother hen mode.

“Oh my- what happened dear..?”