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Izuku opened the door to his house, leaving his shoes on the mat by the door and putting up his backpack. He rubbed his favorite All Might shirt in between his right thumb and forefinger.
“Izuku, is that you?”
Izuku felt his heart pound, sweat breaking out on his brow.
“Y- Yes, dad!”
His father’s voice cracked along his body, making him jump.
“Come here, boy. Bring that notebook of yours.”
Izuku took a deep breath to try and slow his pounding heart as he pulled the notebook out of his backpack. He shuffled into the living room, keeping his eyes squarely fixed on the floor.
His father sat ramrod straight on the couch as he glared at the boy. There was a trash can at his feet.
“Why were you late? I explicitly told you to arrive at 4pm for our father and son time.”
Izuku gulped, his palms sweating.
“I, um… I was…”
His father snapped the belt he held in his hands, making Izuku fall silent.
“Speak up, boy. Why were you late?”
Izuku swallowed thickly, tears starting to build in his eyes.
“I was writing in my notebook and lost track of time.”
Izuku felt like the temperature plummeted in the room.
“I see. You were twenty minutes late, so that would normally mean twenty swats with my belt,” Izuku cried out, tears rolling down his cheeks. “However, since it was because you were lazy and forgetful, I think I’ll add on another forty. Let’s see if you are late again after today.”
Izuku sobbed, his defenses breaking.
“Please, sir! I didn’t mean to be late, I promise, I was just-”
As Izuku made his pleas, his father walked across the room. Just as Izuku said the last word, his father slapped him and knocked him to the ground.
“You’re twelve years old, Izuku. How long will it take for you to start to actually fucking respect me?”
He brought his leg back and kicked Izuku in the stomach, knocking the wind out of the boy. Izuku sobbed even harder, crying out as his father yanked the notebook out of his hands.
“I’m tired of you working with this trash. It’s a useless activity for a Quirkless bitch like yourself.”
He tossed the notebook, titled “Hero Analysis for the Future, Number 13,” into the trash can. He tossed a small cup of liquid into the can before sucking in a breath and sending a small stream of fire into the can. Izuku screamed as his notebook burned.
His father watched the flames with a glint in his eyes before he slung the boy over his shoulder.
Hisashi opened the door to the basement and carried the boy downstairs. Izuku was pulled over his right shoulder while his left hand held the leather belt he favored.
They eventually made their way down the steps, Izuku trying to get out of his father’s grip to no success.
“Now, now, Izuku. You’re already due for sixty lashes. Do you really want to test my patience?” Izuku heaved out another sob, giving up. His father threw him to the ground, stunning the boy. It wasn’t long before his clothes had been torn off of him and he was locked into his father’s favorite spanking bench.
“Tell me your mantra, Izuku,” he said as he raised the belt over his head.
Izuku laid on the bench, weeping.
“M- Maybe in m… my next life, I’ll finally be worthy of a Quirk.”
His father smirked cruelly.
“You’re damn right, boy.”
He brought the belt down on his son’s backside, making the boy scream.
…
Izuku laid bound and spread-eagled on his belly as tears streamed down his face. He was in his bed, tied down to suffer after the night’s activities.
It felt like molten metal had been laid out on his back and butt. His father had literally salted his wounds after the beating. He said the squirming Izuku did when his wounds burned made his hole that much tighter. Almost as good as his mom.
Tomorrow. I will jump tomorrow.
It was decided.