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Intro:
Izuku had been surprised at how much his life had changed after getting into UA. His life has been pretty good compared to his years after he was told he was quirkless. I mean his life has been amazing.
I have a group of friends now, good teachers that actually care about me, an amazing mentor, A quirk of my own, and even a boyfriend! I am still shocked about it all. I don’t feel like I deserve any of this.
Monday night 5:00
I walked into my room after a tiring day which consisted of long classes, hero training, studying, and having an amazing time with my friends. Then more training with all might, I yawn, ready for bed when I remember “Shit! Homework” I groan walking over to my desk and putting my bag down next to my chair and pulling out my english textbook then I noticed, one of my hero analysis notebooks sitting on my desk, Specifically number 15 his newest notebook, wide open to Bakugo’s and Shoto’s new page.
He in fact did not, one leave it open, and two leave it on his Desk!
I rushed to my closet to check to make sure all my notebooks were still where I kept them. I froze seeing that almost all of them outside of number 13 (and of course 15) were gone..
He started to panic… What if someone took them? What if a villain had gotten his hands on them! This was bad, really bad.. He rushed around his room looking for the missing notebooks while muttering panicked words “where are they?” he prayed he would find them.”
He found all of them outside of number 14.
A week had passed and Izuku hadn’t found notebook 14, luckily all of the information within those pages was outdated information, his friends had improved and changed so much. He did rehide the rest in a locked box he had gotten from his mom a few years back.
He noticed the teachers either glaring at him or having this look of shock or bertrale on their faces, the teachers he was closest to looking at him conflicted. He had worried that he had done something to upset them so he had been giving them gifts and trying to cut back on his muttering.
Nothing changed though and the kind voices and smiles he would get walking into class were gone, Presents mic no longer ruffled his hair, Mr. Aizawa didn’t even call him Problem Child.
Then he noticed his friends looking nervous around him, shoto was defensive over him lately but gave him an unreadable look. Bakugo seemed more angry at him than normal, and the rest of the class seemed conflicted, some looked at him with outright hatred like in middle school and others a mix of betrayal and anger.
He hated it…
Friday, homeroom class period 0
I had walked into homeroom with a big smile on my face, but it had quickly fallen when I walked into the room, everyone tensed seeing me enter. Bakugo glared at me and my two best friends looked at me with pity.
Shoto wouldn’t even look at me.. But I could see a mix of emotions in his eyes.
I quickly stared at my shoes covering my face, hiding it from the mix of looks and following judgemental eyes. It felt like middle school all over again.
Maybe they all had realized how useless he was, a waste of time ,space and emotions. Maybe they all knew about his old statues and that he was a cheater.
I quickly walked to my desk making sure not to look anyone in the eye and quickly sat down getting my things out and ready for first period.
He had noticed a few of his classmates gave him confused and concerned glances, those classmates being jirou, kirishima and a few others.
Aizawa walked into the room and his eyes went straight to him with a glare.
I close into myself trying to hide from everyone in the room intently starting at my desk. “What did I do..?” Whatever it was, it was horrible enough to warrant this.
I could feel myself slip back into old behaviors, keeping my bag in my arms, my eyes, scanning the room for escape routes making sure I was ready to move out of the way or protect my face in a moment's notice.
I was able to get through homeroom and first period, but the tension in the room was crushing me, its weight so heavy I could barely breathe.
The bell rang, singling it was time to prepare for second period, Present’s mics class, english. If he was being honest it was his favorite class, outside of heroics of course.
Present Mic walked into the room with his normal smile but he wouldn’t even look at me. I close into myself even more, staring at my textbook, like it had screamed at my mom and killed my dog.
The class had gone normally without incident for about the first half, I just kept my head down making sure I caught myself whenever I started to mutter or add something onto the lesson. I couldn’t handle any more attention than I was already getting.
The phone then rang, making Izuku jump.
I watched Present Mic walk over to the phone answering it.
Everything happened so fast after that, too fast for him to even process, All might Aizawa, Nezu, A few other heroes and staff, and the police barged into the room.
Aizawa Quckily rapped me in his capture scarff and canceling my quirk, the police officers had their guns pointed at me ready to shoot.
Confusion, fear, and unrecognized feeling ran through him. He began to panic, “wait what's happening?”
I looked at All Might, “All Might, what's going on?” I managed to barely sutter out.
All might look at my face full of guilt, “I am sorry my boy”. He sounded betrayed and just sad.
Nezu climbed onto the teacher's desk, “I am going to Answer that question”.
“Midoriya Izuku, You are being Arrested under the supison of you being the UA traitor”
At that moment, he felt his whole world collapse…in a matter of seconds.