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The crisp autumn air blue through the open windows into the almost empty classroom. The Bell had already ring, but do to the show everyone knew was going to happen many people were still in the room.
You see, at Aldera there are three things everyone can expect. 1 quirk discrimination. 2. Everyone to defend, cheer on, and treat bakugo or like a saint, and, 3 Where there is explosions, there will be an injured bird green head boy lying afterwards.
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Izuku had a bad feeling about today. He knew his teachers. Everyone was talking about high schools, and knowing his teacher he would not hesitate to call the quirkless boy out for signing up for UA.
"Oh Midoriya your also going to try for U.A to right'
The boy flinched and looked up. The Smart Look on the teacher's face as an explosion went off in The Blond Boys hand was something he expected, what he wasn't prepared for was for said exploding hand to be slammed down on his desk enough to toss the table.
'YOU DAMB DEKU! I TOLD YOU YOUR THE PEBLE I CRUSH BEFORE BECOMING THE BEING NUMBER ONE HERO! USLESS NERD!'
Izuku wanted to glare at the teacher for getting this Fite going but he was too busy trying to become small and quiet. He knew Katsuki wouldn't stop if he was curled up, but burns were easy to hide on his back rather then his front.
The Bell rang. The teacher's side, most likely sad he wouldn't get to witness the beating and left along with most of the class. A few stayed back knowing the explosion boy wouldn't watch what he was throwing his fire, but close enough to see the almost daily routine.
He noticed the weaker kids, the ones who had less useful or what Society deemed villainous quirks wince but not move to help him. He couldn't blame them. He wouldn't intentionally get hurt either just helping him.
'DO YOU HEAR ME DEKU! A PEBLE. STOP TRYIING!'
Katsuki kept ranting and slaming his fist into his back and sides. The pain was enough for him to wince and glance up. Of course both of the doors were blocked by people from their class or not, not only to watch but to stop what used to happened in elementary school, he could no longer run his last chance was at the bell and that was far from Gone.
He washed his mom would be late, wished she would have an emergency at the hospital. Not something life threatening to another person just long enough for him to patch up and deal with the pain Bakugo got tierd of beating a turtle and kicked him to the ground. He couldn't hear anymore
He could barely hear over the shouting and explosions, The Whispers and giggles, The Sound of him hitting the floor the ringing in his ears the explosions the smell of sweet nitroglycerin.
'Kachan-'
He tried, but his fist hit him into the wall. As he stumbled, he kicked his already dumped out bag. His notebook fell out and almost in slow motion, as if the universe knew what was going to happen and didnt care, it slid and stopped at bakugo's feet.
'EEH?! ONE OF YOUR STOKER NOTEBOOKS NERD'
He grunted, grabbing the already taterd book. he knew what he was going to do with it. It had happened multiple times, in fact so much izuku's mom got tired of buying him new books. Not like she would stop but without telling him he knew she was getting suspicious. He was not going to be the one to end his mom's only and very long friendship over a petty squabbling.
He sat up and reached. Bakugo lifted it and giggls erupted frome the door. Izuku tried again but received a kik to the shoulder. He couldn't get up. The energy sapping as he relised he would have to rewrite another book again.
'Tch. giving up already deku. With that attitude you'll never be a hero even if you had a quirk. Your mom should have just left with your dam dad. It would be easier for her. Aunti inco deserves better.'
Those words hit him hard. But they didn't sound like katsuki's. It came out of his mouth but it almost sounded like something his mom would say.....but aunti bakugo wouldn't-
Oh.
'He looked down. She knew then. That her son did this. She knew and agreed with him. Of course she did, she loves mom so she'd want the best for her but wanting him gone?! That hirt deeper then katsuki's ever hurt.
Trying to catch his breath he didn't move. The pain in his heart, the pain in his back and shoulder and sides, the energy is slowly sapping, the feeling of uselessness overcoming once again. She would have to keep doing this until he graduated and even after if they went to the same school. Could he keep it up?
BOOM
Apparently the explosive blonde got tired of yelling at a useless pebble and blew up the notebook, leaving a Scorch marks and pieces of the pages ripping. The open window that had just a few minutes ago looks so beautiful and inviting now served as an exit point for his precious notebook to be launched out of.
He cursed himself for not thinking about the window. If he wanted to be a hero he'd have to be more observant. He stood up and turned to the window, seeing a little Pond below with the notebook lay floating and burnt. Again, .
Why did he keep bringing the notebook here again he thought of a new notebook again he thought of that look on his mom's face again, the sadness while he rewrote the book again. And on top of all that the uselessness of not being able to stop this constant cycle.
He was slammed to the wall they burning hand popping as it slammed onto his already hurting shoulder , the blonde Grand down at him obviously happy he finally got a reaction out of the Green haired boy. He laughed.
'Ha!" What's wrong? Are you going to cry over that dumb creepy notebook! Poor useless deku. You know if you wanted a quirk so bad you can take a Swan Dive off the roof and pray for one in your next life!'
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The class was quiet for a moment taken aback at how blunt he was. Then of course they cheered him on because if they said to silent he would get mad. And in their eyes he was already the number one so everyone had to be in his good graces.
Izuku stood there staring blankly as katsuki received praise. A flash of them on a bridge when they were younger apeard in his mind. Followed by, a flash of before that awful day, when he was 4, and they were playing heros. All of those memories and in an instant it felt like he had just lost his best friend. Sure they might not have been close and yes he was being regularly abused but there was still a part of him that saw the old caring kachan.
He held on to that as long as possible held on to the faith that one day he would come back to the senses he would apologize there would be friends that would become Heroes together. God was he wrong.
The weight of what felt like finding out your best friend had died slammed into him along with this suicide debate and the laughter and praise echoing throughout the room the wind blowing through the window that had just been used to toss out one of his most important possessions and the feeling of a new burrn covering his shoulder.
All of it melted together But then again Separated Becoming a unique sound Sense that I count on his brain Is fistballed he had never felt this Much pain but it was different it was red Why was it so red?
His fists were hot. Not like bakugo's But it felt like he had to do something period The red heart feeling Boiled it is brain And he itched He couldn't Come out now he wouldn't Let this person here used to be his friend get away with suicide bathing!
He took a step. Then two. The class quieted down and he's stared at his old best friend. 'How dare you bakugo. You can't get away with suicide beating!'