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Midoriya is quirkless and everyone around him knows that. Some people sees him as someone fragile that should be treated with a highly amount of care, while other sees him as a waste of space that... should not even exist. His mother, being the only parental figure in his life, is the second type of person. She blames Izuku about all the bad things that occurs to her, her alcoholism, her low paycheck, the bills that had been piling up in the corner of the table. EVERYTHING.
Absolutely everything, there were many occasion where Inko losses her temper while scolding Izuku; making the bangs upgrading to a dangerous level. Since she would used her quirk in a hurtful way. Where she would pull the bones of her child, leaving behind ghost pains when he makes certain movements. All thanks to the unappropriated healing of his bones. With luck those pains would cease after certain amount of time, while with the poorest luck those ghost pains would be permanent.
Midoriya Izuku knows that everything that happens is thanks to something he cannot control. Is something with genetic, whether from his abusive mother, or his father who doesn't know even in pictures. He currently is... 10 years old. He can not even be considered as an adult since that just happens at 12 years old thanks to his uniqueness.
So... he starts to get tired. Tired of being docile, he starts to get tired of hiding, he starts to get tired of being quiet, he starts to get tired that people feel sorry or disgust against him, he starts to get tired of not being treated as human, he starts to get tired of being weak, he starts to get tired of not being able to be HIM.
That is why
Izuku starts to get ready to leave. Finally, he is not going to endure abuse from people whom were suppose to take care of him, to love him. Any longer. No more discriminatory education, he would find a way to educate himself without the necessity of going to school. Starting with food. He would collect food that would not be noticed, can food, dried food. Little by little. About the money, he would start helping the people who sees him as a fragile creature. He would take advantage of that. He would make them believe that Izuku just desired to feel useful, and he desires to gift something to his dearest mother. Those would be the reason behind the necessity of money. Just in a few month mothers day would occurs. fitting like a glove. No doubts, no suspicious.
Small changes that would help Izuku gain much as possible. For at least to have enough for a month in the streets. Against what people think, Izuku is smart. He would not just wait to find a place when he leaves. That is not how it works. So in the middle of the month, when Izuku notices how everything that he is collecting is not going to fit in his yellow backpack. He goes to search for a place where he can refuge for some time.
Hopefully, his new forever home.
END OF THE MONTH
Today is the day, realistically, the night. Izuku had found a place in the bare outside of Musutafu. In reality is a zone where daylight heroes do not even approach. Either since is a poor zone, or for the fact that there is not much attention to rise their ranges. The only ones that passes by, are the underground heroes, although even they do not go so often. Is the perfect zone for someone as him. At least if he does not desired to be recognized. And that just if Inko reports him as missing. Honestly Izuku does not believe she would. Even if she does it. What people would start to search for would be a dead body. Izuku does not desire to let them believe he is alive and well.
Izuku knows with unnecessary detail what would happen if he ever was found out. He would not be treated as a criminal but they would take him to child service. Since they would notice how Izuku was not being taken cared as he suppose to be. They would take him to houses in poor states or locked him in the orphanage until he is an adult. He knows this, leaving is a last resource after all. The children would do anything they feel like to him, maybe even the caretakers joining as well. No matter what, all that, would be even worse than living in the streets.
Motive enough to leave a fake note of suicide. Giving the location of a heavy, strong river. Strong enough to think that his body was dragged by the current of it, and never ever being seemed again.
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Now Izuku is coming back from his 'safe' place. He was accommodating everything. Now the only thing he needs is to gain some few clothes he has, and his yellow backpack with his notebooks. Since that is everything he owns. After all Inko never coddle Izuku after his visit from the medic when he was 4. For obvious reasons, Izuku missed class today, why to endure punches and unfair scolding from people more than necessary? Although saying something to Bakugou, would had to be great. But that would be wasting time.
Finally Izuku has reach the place that would be his former house. Inko should not even been here since she always takes the late shifts with more hours than necessary. And so it is. The house is in complete silence. Nothing intervening his plan. With that Izuku would just take his fake suicidal note and leave it on the table. Collecting all of his last stuff while leaving the dirty uniform that stinks of bad memories. And like this. Forever leaving from this place.
The place that one day was a home, and now its called a house.