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Some days are better than most, and some days make arson sound like a viable option. Today is one of those days for Izuku. It starts with him missing his alarm, and not getting up in time for his morning work out, much less a shower. Then, he goes down to the kitchen for some semblance of a rushed breakfast, only to realize that he ate his last nutrients bar yesterday, and forgot to make more of his usual protein shake. Rather than waste time and make himself more late, Izuku runs to class hungry, and begging anyone that will listen that he isn’t late to class.
He is, by one minute, but the amount of tardiness doesn’t matter to Aizawa-sensei. ‘If you cant make it to class on time, how can I expect you to make it to a crime scene on time?’ He asks, and Izuku merely bows his head and apologizes before taking his seat. Then, to add fuel to the burning pile of garbage that is his morning, Izuku realizes that he’s left tree of his workbooks on his desk, with his homework inside. He explains to Aizawa, and later to Present Mic and Ectoplasm, who all act understanding and tell him to just drop it off after classes let out, but Izuku feels a pit in his gut that feels like failure. After math, Izuku sulks his way to the cafeteria to get lunch, only to realize he doesn’t have his wallet. It’s probably also on his desk. Todoroki is kind enough to buy Izuku lunch, but that really just makes the pit grow bigger and deeper as it fills with more self loathing and self depreciation. He eats his meal slowly, not saying anything after thanking his friend. Joining in on the conversation Uraraka, Tsu, and Iida are having just seems impossible as Izuku’s throat feels like its tightening up around his internal conflicts. They try to include him, but Izuku just forces a smile and continues eating.
When they go back to class, Midnight surprises them with a quiz that Izuku is grossly under prepared for, and probably fails. All Might has them spar without quirks, and Sato nearly throws Izuku through a wall. The larger boy apologizes profusely, but Izuku just waves him off with another forced smile as he heads to Recovery Girl to get fixed up. His ribs hurt and his head is pounding, to that point where even if he wanted to respond to Sato’s pleas for forgiveness, Izuku wouldn’t be able to. Recovery Girl gives Izuku a Look when he enters her office, but doesn’t ask questions since nothing is broken. She kisses him, gives him a drink to replenish what he lost from the healing, and sent Izuku on his way with a note explaining his absence from his last class of the day.
Izuku goes to grab the homework he forgot, only to be stopped by Monoma, which is the last thing Izuku needs. Hearing the loud braggart yelling from almost 10 feet away makes Izuku’s eye twitch. He can feel One for All race through his body as his blood pressure rises. He glares at the blond with a snarl, and snaps.
“Could you shut the fuck up?!” Izuku barks gruffly, shocking Monoma and the few other students walking through the hall. Izuku ignores their stunned looks and the whispers that follow as he quickly walks off to drop off his workbooks.
He gets back to the dorms 20 minutes later, and the common room is full of life as people split into groups. Some are studying or doing homework, some are playing Mario Kart. Mina, Uraraka, and Tokoyami are painting each other’s nails, and it looks like Jirou and Kaminari are working on some music together. Izuku lets out a breath as he feels the tension start to release, being surrounded by his friends and classmates giving him a sense of relief he is in desperate need of. As Izuku feels the stress of his awful day start to melt away, his phone starts to buzz and his shoulders tense up again. All of the people that would call him are in the dorms right now. Even All Might exclusively emails Izuku, for some reason. The only person left to call him is his mom, and she would just text him if she just wants to check in.
With trepidation, Izuku answers his phone and listens to his mother as his mouth turns down into a scowl and his brow furrows. His chest feels tight and his head starts to pound. His eyes start to burn while his throat closes up and Izuku tries desperately to hold back tears.
“Mom.” He says shortly, his voice tight. “I already told you, I want nothing to do with him. No amount of begging and guilt money will change that. He left us, and didn’t bother trying to come back until I got my quirk and joined UA. He’s selfish, and greedy, and a shitty dad. I have to go, bye.”
Izuku hangs up the phone and just stands there as three sets of eyes watch him closely. A few seconds pass of Izuku standing there, fighting back tears, clenching his fists, and grinding his teeth. He hears footsteps approach and look up to see Kacchan standing in front of him. Kacchan is frowning, not angrily, but in a questioning, almost concerned way. That’s the last straw for Izuku who finally breaks, falling onto Kacchan’s chest and sobbing loudly as the no good, very bad, terribly awful day he’s Had finally becomes to much.
Kacchan grunts, buts wraps his arms around Izuku without complaint. At some point Izuku thinks he feels more arms wrapping around him, but he’s to busy crying to really pay attention. He isn’t sure how much time passes, but at some point, he falls asleep. When he wakes up, he’s laying on the couch, his head in Kacchan’s lap and his feet in Todoroki’s. Uraraka and Iida are sitting in front of the couch, holding his hands. There’s a blanket over his and he feels much better.
Well, except for how dry and crusty his eyes feel and how raw his throat became. He’s probably dehydrated, and a little over heated, but his heart feels full and cared for and that’s enough to make Izuku forget everything else. He’s smiling and thinking of how to make it up to his friends when Kacchan lets out a little huff.
“Quit thinking so loud and go back to sleep stupid Deku.” He says, and Izuku lets out a snort, laying his head back down and closing his eyes to do as Kacchan says.