『Trust gets you killed

Love gets you hurt

And being real...well that gets you hated』

As soon as the words left his lips the two shigaraki's were surrounded by a black and purple mist. Izuku clutches Eri to his chest tightly unsure if the mist is his father's doing or the blond hero's.

It's okay my child I'll bring you back to me.

Izuku relaxes slightly in knowing the mist is his father's quirk. "It's okay Eri. Father is here now." Izuku whispers down to the girl. He runs a hand through her hair in an effort to soothe her. He gives a soft smile down at the girl before looking back at the hero smile turning weary.

Izuku closes his eyes trying to clear his head. If he can't get his emotions in check he won't be able to help anyone. His father has assured Izuku he will be safe. But in doing so has shown the boy how much free rain over his mind and body he has.

Father can read it, manipulate it, calm it, influence it. Not that his father would ever mess with his head in a way that could harm him. He's not a villain, just a doting father to his family.

Izuku had almost calmed down his mind before the hero lets out a final attempt shout, "Not again! Don't repeat this again!" Izuku snaps his eyes open back in the situation. His free hand goes from the girls hair to clutching his shirt. He shakes his head trying to shut the hero up.

Why does a voice fight and scream at him in his mind. Why does he feel like he's dreaming again. The blond with terrified red eyes begging a faceless boy. Izuku feels his mind splitting it two. 'watch me before I died.' The voice from his dreams sounds out ringing in his ears. He feels he's trapped the mist reminding his painfully of the bonds that held him against his will.

Izuku my doll your mind is raging what's wrong?

It's too loud.

'I was killed by his selfishness.' The dismembered voice says again. 'He's our enemy.' It continues voice growing louder.

It's so loud.

My gorgeous creation answer me why are you feeling like this? His father says trying to overpower the chaos.

'Like he doesn't already know.' The voice smears at who Izuku can only assume is his father.

"Stop it!" Izuku says softly.

Izuku? His father calls.

'He uses my name as if he's won.'

"Stop please." Izuku begs louder.

Izuku what's going on. Izuku? IZUKU?

'He may have created you but I'm the original!'

"You're too loud!" Izuku shouts.

'Izuku. Izuku. Izuku. You're his pathetic excuse for victory.'

"No." Izuku shouts.

'Listen to him call you. Izuku Izuku Izuku!'

"No I won't!"

"Brother?" Eri questions worried for the boy.

'You're a fraud Izuku. I show you what i have. I show you who I am!'

"Who are you?" Izuku whispers.

'I'm Izuku!' The voice cackles. Making Izuku feel like his body splits. His mind is in shreds. He doesn't know who he is. Who is he? Who is this?

It's me my darling boy!

"Father!" Izuku whines pathetically. Begging for something, anything.

"Eri." He exclaimed looking down coming out of his mind. "I'm here brother." She confirms. "I'm sorry Eri!" Izuku whispers hugging the girl gently. "Your sad." Eri says simply, a frown on her face. "No, no. You made everything better baby." Izuku says trying to calm his heart down from his panic. "I promise, it's not loud anymore." He says confirming it to himself.

That's it you're coming home to me now Izuku.

"Father it's okay, we're safe. I was just confused." Izuku rushes out. Not wanting to upset or annoy his father.

No I'm bringing you back .

The purple and black mist thicken. Izuku's eyes widen and he sees the hero running. "Izuku please!" The boy cries out. One arm outstretched trying to grab him.

Soon the voice in his head takes over blinding Izuku and trapping him on the sidelines like in his dreams.

"Kacchan!" He hears himself yell out. He feels himself extending his arm out to the boy as he falls to his knees.

His knees however don't touch the ground, instead falling through into darkness. The voice is banished and Izuku curls around Eri to protect her.

"Is this father?" The girl asks petrified. "Yes it's okay." Izuku assured. "He will keep us safe." Izuku says.

The two are then are teleported back to the house. Izuku lands on the floor Eri tucked protectively inside his arms as he's hunched over.

His father is there immediately appearing the elder brother not far behind. The man pries the boys arms open even when Izuku protest grabbing for the girl. Eri is pluck up and the small girl is handed to tomura. Eri reaches out to the boy as tomura heads towards his room.

Izuku let's out a silent sob as he father removed the girl from his arms. The girl seemed to be his only support as he caved in on himself to flop on the floor. The older boy faulted looking sadly at his brother before he heads off to put Eri to bed. It wasn't late but the girl was clearly exhausted. She wanted Izuku but she was far too tired to keep struggling. Tomura shook his head, knew his father wanted to be alone with Izuku, so he kept going.

"Oh dear." His father coos. Stroking a tear stained cheek. "My dear little doll what has gotten you in this state? What has your emotions so high? Why can't I clearly see what your mind is so busy with?" His father says. "It's okay my child." The man says soothingly. Izuku feels himself be picked up and rocked like a mother would with a baby.

"Maybe I can find out with more digging, hmm?" The voice of the man creeps in. It echoes in his newly silenced mind. Izuku wants to fight it off, tell his father to leave it. He doesn't want to burden him more. His father would think he's crazy. He's being a pain. He's being selfish- but sleep seems to crawl along side his fathers voice as it wraps around his mind.

You will never burden me, my love.

Izuku shivered eyes slipping closed fully. His father smiles widely standing up still rocking the boy, as if he weighed nothing. Izuku was gently carried to their room. "Voices hmm?" The man says finding a fragmented reason for his son's breakdown.

The man assumed Izuku had been in a scary situation. Someone or someone people had said something. Izuku is a quirkless boy he needs extra protection. The outside will never appreciate how amazing his son is. They will never treat him well. If going out for a mer afternoon lead to a breakdown of this level then Izuku shall never leave again.

The oldest shigaraki scolds himself for letting his kind, defences baby boy out in the scary world all alone with his darling sister who is yet to control her quirk. He concludes the events of tonight are solely the fault of the sick people out in the world that he is yet to fix.

"Who ever did this to you will pay dearly. My sweet sweet amazing green eyed boy, I promise you, I will always protect you. You are whats mine after all. Now sleep, father will be right here next to you, so don't worry."

Izuku fort the exhaustion, he really did. He tried to keep his eyes awake and alert. He felt unsafe and scared in the hands of a man who could be as much of a stranger at the hero boy he met. But his brain calms down with his father's influence. And the warmth of his father, his comforting words made fighting his half asleep mind hard. The gentle rocking as his father carries him to the bedroom tips him over the edge as he happily plummeted into darkness.

"Your green eyed doll?" Izuku mumbles slipping off into unconsciousness. He ment it as a question but it came out sounding more as a statement. He would have shivered if he had the energy. It made him sound like a mere possession. His father made it sound like he was just a doll to him. A doll he could control and play with.

Just a plain old green eyed doll.

Green eyes. That was wrong wasn't it? Didn't he have his fathers gray eyes? Wasn't it just this morning when he was looking in the mirror at his reflection thinking how similar the two are. He himself with his green eyes and his uncle with his green eyes.

Wait his uncle? Did he know about his uncle? And his uncle had green eyes like him. He had green eyes. His father always loved his green eyes. His sister too Eri loved to match bows and clips to his eyes and place them in his hair. Tomura always liked how they reminded him of a game character.

He liked his Green eyes. Like his foggy memories of his mama. Green was always such a comfort to him.

'Izuku'

His father comforts him too. The warmth of his hugs and embrace. It lolls him to sleep every time. One touch and it's game over. It was so powerful it could be a quirk if Izuku didn't know better.

'Izuku?'

He loved his father. He was the only one who truly was there. He was Izuku's saviour. The light. He was all Izuku needed in this world. No one else mattered except his father and him. And he was his fathers. He was a weak quirkless boy who needed the protection his father could bring. His sibling would protect him. Father would protect him-

Izuku!

Don't let your mind cave to your father.

You need to remember. I told you you're only here because of me.

I'm the original. I know who that boy is. I know what I show you. I know who really killed me.'

-His father can do anything. It's truly amazing. And he has always said since Izuku was young how inspirational his green eyes are. Said that ever since he saw them at birth he knew he'd be a special boy.

He loved his father.

His father loved him.

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