Hello I have a new story i am trying to get on its feet!
It is a bit more angst then this one but it will have found family and all that hurt and comfort stuff!
The story is called The Tales We Tell Ourselves
Here is the summery :
Midoriya Izuku has never really felt wanted. Being moved around from home to home and never having anything permanent really makes you look for anything you can hold onto that would be a constant. Now ten year old Izuku finds himself in a small toWn living with a terrible foster mother. He fills his world with stories conjured up in his imagination, only to get away from the cruel reality of his life. Family isn’t just made of blood and Izuku knows that. He will find his family with the friends he makes at school and the adults who care for him.
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