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Izuku woke up in his room, surrounded by All Might posters and figurines, before getting up and getting dressed for school. He said goodbye to his mom and walked to Aldera.
Bakugou did his normal tormenting, along with his lackyes, and Izuku just tried to ignore it.
The last bell of the day rang, and Izuku trudged out of the school, Bakugou and his lackeys trailing behind, mocking and making fun of him until they had to go their separate ways.
But Bakugou didn't. He stayed and gave Izuku even more insults and bruises. Izuku had had enough. A sharp, green swiss army knife had found its way to his right hand, and while Bakugou was ranting about how he was superior to Izuku in every single way, that's when Izuku struck.
Right through the throat.
Izuku woke up tangled in a small blanket, the memory of the dream still fresh in his mind. Izuku’s face lit up, and he looked over to the bar to see Kuro idly polishing a cup. Izuku jumped up and bounced to the purple mist and asked, “Hey Kuro! Do you have any paper and pens? Or one pen will work!”
Kuro’s eyes narrowed a bit in question but said coolly, “Dabi just restocked the paper in that cabinet there, and here’s a pen.” Setting a pen down in front of Izuku.
Izuku blurted out a thanks before snatching the pen and running to get two sheets of paper before settling at the bar on one of the stools. He started doodling almost immediately, not wanting the image to leave his mind before he could get it on paper.
Kuro looked at the paper and Izuku, and asked, “What’re you drawing?”
Izuku beamed up at Kuro with a blinding smile and said in an all too innocent voice, “ You’ll see! ”
After about 10 minutes, Izuku signed the piece at the bottom and held it up and yelled, “DONE! Ah, isn't it beautiful? I think I captured his expression well! Don’tcha think, Kuro?” Turning the paper around to reveal a first person view of stabbing someone with spikes for hair right through the throat. With scarily accurate details.
Kuro’s eyes widened and he said, “That’s some good art, maybe you should be an artist?”
Izuku shook his head as he clipped the sheet to the refrigerator, “Nah, I’ll just keep it as a hobby!”