Tomura can't remember what his name was. It started with a T. But each time he thinks of it, it slips away like dust between his fingertips. But it’s probably the head trauma at this point.
His father said his name is freak. So in his mind, he calls himself Tomura. Every morning he chants his name.
“T̶̨̡̢̡͇̭̪̼̠̝̤̙̹̹͎͔͈̯̘̫̣̳͓͍̹̼̼̞͚̪̜̝̖̤̳̈́̔̃̍̌͛͛͛͛̒̂̔̓͌̏̅̀̈́͛͆̋͋̽̒̎̈́̓̑͘͘̕͘͝͝͠͠ͅO̶̧̡̞̭̖̞̥̙̜͕̙̘͖̗͙̘̲̫̞͓̠̪̲̳̭̥͔͖̍̂̇́̄̍̃̔͋̓́̋̔͑͆̏͊̀́̊̄̋̓̒̈́͊̚͜ͅḾ̵̛̛̦̖͕̹̻̪͙̱͉͕̯̻͇̪̖̭͈̪̬̞͔̰̱͌̐͒̿̄̄̓̈́̆̍̉̍̓̍̎̊̽̑́̉͑͆͐̃͊̃͘͝͝͠͠͠ͅU̴̧̡̢̨̱̭̜͚̙͈̹̤̜͕̠͖̩̤̭͔̹̹̰͖͇̝̻̯͍͐̏̆͑̈́̾̽̊̍̐̿́̿͌͌̾̃̌͆̈̒̐̍̓͘͝͝͠͠R̷̨̻̼̙̲̐̆̐̈͗͂͊͗͋̌͛́͆̑̍̒̍̾̈́̅̏̋͐̓̈́̃͆͘̕̚͝͝͝A̴̧̢̡̢͎̦̳͙̹̫̝͔̤̤̮͕̩̣͉̫͙̭̟̜̖̱͇͖̼͓̘̥̗̣͗͂̈̾̄̈́̂̏͐̅͒͛̌̐̌̑̈́̕̕̕͘̚͝ͅ ̸̨̨̛̛̞͙͕̖̠͓̱̹̥̹̙̳̰̥͔̜̳̱̤̝͔̻̦̂̊̌̇̄̌͋̒͑͊̅̇̓́͊̑̓͆͒̀̕͘͘͝͝͠T̷̨̨̨̨̨̨̛̙̙̜̥͉̪͈̤͈͙̫̯͈͈͔̥̪̟̻̥̪̈̀͆͊̌̋͑̽͛̉͒̾͛̀̌̊̔̐̄̊̈́̚͘͝͝Ó̷̧̡͖͖̼̮͔̝̗̚Ṁ̸̛̲͎̘̹̗̥͈̙̥͎̌́̐̓̊͐͋͑́̂̌̊̓̈́̆͆͑̐͒̃̀̈́̈̿͛̄̕̚͝Ų̸̧͇̪̟͙̱̻̟̻͚̥͉̭̣͙̣̲̫͇̰̩̗̮̺̼̼͈̻̣̦̆͋̓̀͊̂̉͂͌̔̽̄͐͑̉̉Ȓ̵̢̨̻̞̖͖͔̝̺̐͠ͅA̵̛̛͇͓̾͗̅͂̿̐̎̂͊͋͑̎̅̊̄̊͋́̑̃̐̓͗̊̈̕͝͠͝͠ ̵̨̡̨̡̡̢̧̼͎͉̼͇͉͔̜̹͓̗̲̟͓̮̼̤͋̿͊̓̊̊̈̅̍͊̑͒̉̐̈T̶͈̥̹̹̤̜̝̦͔̅́̾̈́̅͆̿͘͠Ờ̶̢̲͓̫̠͉̟̹͇͂̑͐̆͂̓͗̏̚͝M̴̨̨̡̡̢̧̞̱̜͇͈̱̦͎͔͎̼̟͈͈̝̫̹̰̹̪͇͖̠͕̅̈͌̾̆͋͊̌̓̈̎̈́̅̍͛́̏͗̚̚͘ͅͅͅU̷̧̨̡͈̟̯͖̻̖͍̯͚͈͉̿̂͊͗͑͘̚R̴̨̢͙̘͉̳̗͍͇͉̳̝̳͖̩̮̲͈̞̦̰̆͜ͅA̸̢̗̥̰͎̺̞̫̮͕̮̠̘̠̫͓̠͙̲̪̹̟͚̩̋̿͗̍͆̐̔̂̾͋̃̏̐̇̓͑̄̽͂̓͒͘͘͘̚̚ͅͅ ̴̡̛̛̰͈͚̠͉͓̜̟̝̞̯͚̪̘̜̙̺̬̩͚̮͍͎̖̥̖̤̹̮̞͖̳̤͕͗̒͊̑̎͐̔̽̏̈́̄̑̉͊͗̅̑̾̕͜͝͠ͅṪ̵̢͖̠̖̮̬̱̯̫̰̟̭̰̯͉̼̘̘̥͈͓̘͕̗͉̞̖̹̲̲̝̗̻̥͗̆͂͐̆̊͒͌̈́̓̑̈́̊̎̈́̾̆̒̓̎̓̃̀̈́̌̎̂̇̏̐͆̕̕͠Ơ̷̡̡̧͖̬̰͍̻̠͕̮͖̩̘͙̳͉͍̺͍̻̦̞̖͔̫̠͔̗̦͎̟̦͑̊̒̈́̃̄̒̓̄̋̑͛̇͊̑͋̾̽̎̓̔̔͗̆̉̚͜͝͝͠M̷̜̖̩͒̏͋̃͐̾͂́͐̆̏͘̚̚͠͝͝͝͝Ư̵͓̫̞̺͚͙̗̝͕͍͓͍͇͙͓̱͈̝̞̥̘͚̭̼̎̂̔̑̓̄̿͒R̸̜̬̟̈́͒̋̀̽̔̚̚͠Å̸̧̨̨̗͚̤̹͖̭̗̣̹̪̖̤͈̳̭̖̠̞͎͈̹̠͉̼̤̻̲̟̙̲̣͍̝̣̊̈́̆͐̏̿̑̓͒̒̆̊̐̒̊̑̋͋̑̂̏̽̆͐̚͘͝͝͝ͅ.̸̹̫̱͓̃̽̆̽̆̐̑͐̈̉͋̈́̄̃́͌̈́̆̋̿͌̉̏͒̽͘͘͘͝͠͝͠.̵̧̧̧̨̜̺̞̪͇̥̫̖͖̳̰̦̦̲̞̣̦̤̜̯͔͎͎̗͆̃̄͆́̓͛̂̇̂̓͛̕͜͜͠͠.̸̨̛̠͎̹̯̩̖͉͎̮͖̮̺̞̞̖̭̝̪̱̻̤̳̓̀̅̒̽̾̌͜͝”
He chants his name so his father would not take it away.
He looked up what his father had meant by disintegrating when his quirk came in. Tomura decided to call it Decay. Decay came in earlier than anticipated, his father called him an early bloomer. Afterwards, his father started acting strange, he would make Tomura walk around with his hands clasped together. He would make Tomura gather bugs all day in a bucket. Before his father started waking him up in the middle of the night.
Tomura had only been on the earth for 3 years before he learned how cruel the world was.
The first time his father had dragged him into the basement he duct taped his hands together, and he had cried the whole time. It was cold in the basement, and Tomura’s body was covered in bruises and small cuts. After the first week, he stopped crying when his father hit him. After the first month, he stopped reacting at all. The only times Tomura cried is when his father used the big knives on him and slammed his head against the pavement. But Tomura was always unconscious when he got fixed up. Time seemed to pass quickly, there were gaps in Tomura’s memory and now, Tomura doesn’t remember much from before his quirk came in. To the best of Tomura’s knowledge, this was his life before the quirk came. He vaguely remembers heroes but he never understood why they wouldn’t come to save him. Eventually, he gave up on being saved.
He woke up every morning to the same routine, he says his name, his father comes in and ties his hands and drags him to the basement.
His routine changed after the first 6 months, his father made him stay during the day in the bug pit.
At least Tomura now knew what father was doing with all those bugs.
Tomura assumed the reason he was always so itchy was that his quirk made his skin dry. But after the bug pit, he constantly itches when he wasn't in the pit. His father keeps his nails short, but that doesn’t stop Tomura from itching it till it bleeds. Sometimes while he sleeps in his bed he can feel the bugs crawling all over his skin. Sometimes he wants to burn his skin off so he can't feel each individual leg crawl on him.
Tomura HATES bugs.
After about 3 months of only occasionally being in the bug pit. He father decided to only let him stay in the bug pit. He wants to remove the bindings, but his father had dislocated his thumbs a week ago. Tomura can feel them crawling on his skin. Tomura can feel each time they bite his skin. The only time his father lets him out of the bug pit now is to make him clean the house. Tomura is happy to clean the house and wishes to do it more often. His father makes him take a shower before cleaning the house. Showering is nice, he can clean off the dried blood and bug carcasses from his frail body. However, it is difficult for him with his 3-year-old hands to clean a house by himself. His father feeds him once a day and usually, it’s crackers and cheese with a tiny bit of water. He’s unsure why his father bothers feeding him. If he’s going to leave him in the bug pit. But he’s overheard his father talk about selling a quirk to some scary sounding guys. Tomura figures out that his father plans on shaping him into a mold for him to be sold. He can't wait for it to happen, honestly, he's so tired.
Tomura decides that anywhere is better than the bug pit. He wonders what his new life would have for him.