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Beep beep bee-
“Damnit.” A tanned hand slams down on the alarm clock as if it’s a bug. A green eye takes a tired peek at the time and groans in distress.
Thirteen year old Izuku Midoriya sighs and purposely rolls off the bed with a loud thump that the downstairs neighbors have gotten used to.
After laying there for a few minutes, to try and wake up more and gain some semblance of motivation, he sits up to just get on with the day.
“Why do i need to wake up at fucking five in the morning? What did i do to deserve this torture?” The freckled teen takes a moment to close his eyes again.
With yet another sigh the teen stands up fully and makes his way out into the hall and into the bathroom. Groaning about being forced to go to school just to suffer for six and a half hours in a prison. The teen brushes his teeth because it’s unhygienic not to.
The attempt the greenette made to try and tame his hair was fruitless as the fluffy curls did what they wanted to anyways. Frizzing and sticking up in every direction. He never really knew how to take care of them considering his mom had pin straight hair.
His dad had curly hair but being a busy man in America means he couldn’t really take the time needed to teach him. So struggling for eternity it is. The greenette walked back to his room and sat at his desk looking at himself in the small mirror that sat on top.
Izuku opens one of the desk drawers and pulls out a small makeup bag to touch up the visible bruises so his mother doesn’t see. If she was even home. Though he doubts she is. After successfully hiding the bruises and small scars he made his way to his closet and got into his all black gakuran.
Which he still firmly believes is the most hideous and uncomfortable thing in the planet. After getting ready the teen puts his small makeup bag in his old torn and yellow backpack. Grabbing his phone and headphones he walks out of his cold and void room.
Walking into the kitchen the scarred teen sees a note on the fridge. “‘Went to work early. I’ll see you later. Don’t forget to clean up.’ Wow not even a hello? A i love you? Thanks ma.”
The teen whispers to himself. Crumpling the letter and throwing it in the trash. The kid walks to the front door and pulls on his red beat up high tops. Having already decided to forgo breakfast.
Gently setting his house slippers, he had slipped into earlier, neatly on the floor by the door. Stepping out and locking the door behind himself he sets out on his roughly forty minute walk to his local school, Aldera.
Putting on his headphones he begins to play some music to fill in the silence. The artist Xòjira began to play. The song “i was hurting the whole time” began to consume his mind.
Allowing his racing thoughts and inevitable fear from totally pulling him into the abyss of disassociation he so desperately craves. The walk was relaxing and calming as the teen made his way to his personal hell.
Arriving at the gates the boy quietly slipped inside and made his way to his classroom bypassing stealthily any person milling about. He had arrived to his class at six fifty even though school doesn’t start until seven thirty. Giving him just ten minutes of semi peace before hell fire begins to rain over as other students arrive.
The ten minutes were spent listening to music and calmly reading a fan-fiction starring his favorite character online. Students trickling in slowly during that time. A big bang emanates around the room as the classroom door is kicked open by a blonde chihuahua. His face consciously scrunched up in anger as usual.
‘I think his face is permanently stuck like that at this point.’ The teen tells himself in his head. Already feeling the demonic eyes staring into his soul as if that would magically set the teen on fire.
With a huff the greenette pauses his music and takes out his headphones and quickly shoved both items into his yellow bag that is bordering brown from all the dirt and years of use. Shoving the thing under his chair so it wouldn’t be blown up. The blonde hunching demon practically stalks over with a sneer. Almost resembling gollum in a way.
And that picture in the teens head causes an involuntary twitch of the lips. Only setting to cause the blonde more anger. “Oi, what the fuck are you smiling at fucking deku? Looking down at me?” The gollum doppelgänger says as his spit flies every where.
With a wince and a wipe of the face Izuku responds. “Can’t really look down at you if i’m sitting can I Kacchan?” Izuku says adding ‘you narcissistic fuck who probably believes in the geocentric model’ in his mind. So he isn’t immediately punched in the mouth. Even surprised by his own witty comment but deciding it’s okay to let himself enjoy it.
Speaking such words out loud would lead to a worse than usual beating though so the greenette decides to award himself later for his genius analogy and for beating his urge to say it out loud. He saved himself a little. Although that doesn’t matter at this point.
What really matters is deciding where to hide during lunch. “Fucking Deku who gave you a backbone? Did you forget your place?” The flat earther practically rains on the scarred greenette’s face. With a careful hidden face of disgust from the unwanted slobber the freckled child responds.
“Sorry Kacchan that’s not it. I just happened to give up and embraced my suicidal tendencies. Years of bullying does that to you. After all i’m just a Null aren’t I?” This apparently surprises the blonde because the terraformars look alike’s face finally changed to one of surprise. That thought also makes
Izuku invisibly pat himself on the back. Who knew making fun of your mentors in your head actually helped? The face is wiped off the blonde. However before the flat earther could respond the bell rings and the teacher walks in.
With a face of mild anger the blonde sits in his seat. Probably planning on his course of revenge later for the sassy remark the greenette made. Class begins and drags on in nothing but boring repeated information dumps that the small teen already memorized.
Answering questions with no hesitation that were asked by quirkist teachers with no lives besides adding on to the already shattered plate the quirkless teen had.
The final bell rings. The bruises from the short lunch period already aching as Izuku couldn’t manage to hide quick enough. Not even given the chance as the doors were blocked before he even could get up.
Resulting in a beat down he had been expecting. The greenette quickly packs up knowing that if anything were left out that it would inevitably end up in the trash can broken or ripped to shreds. “Oi, fuck face. Thought that you’d go home early today? You thought wrong.” The nutcase and his goonies all laughed.
Almost sounding like a group of desert rain frogs and hyenas. The chair is then kicked from under the boy and he falls on to ground with a small yelp of surprise. Just to immediately be hit with an onslaught of kicks and useless derogatory commentary.
Groaning the teen is then forcibly pulled up into a standing position by the collar of his gakuran. Nose and tongue bleeding and bruises already forming the teen leans against the window to hold himself up.
“Hey, you said earlier you were feeling suicidal. Why don’t you do us a favor and commit to it? Take a swan dive off the roof won’t cha?” The walking red flag cackles out. His group of lackies with clear self esteem issues laugh along too as if it’s the funniest joke in the world.
The greenette tilts his head. Smiling widely allowing his bloody teeth to be seen. “Don’t worry Katsuki i’ll make sure you’ll see me in hell.” The teen giggles at the disbelieving face the blonde ogre makes.
The blonde teen pushes the greenette away as if he’s a disease. “You’re a fucking psychopath.” The blonde hisses out. Quickly leaving the classroom leaving the still giggling and bleeding teen alone. Which is surely to turn into the blondes worst mistake yet.