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Izuku was walking down the hallway filled with people , mostly students that had to endure seeing his ugly face every day,
after one more hell of a day because it was literally hell .
Izuku is tired…not tired of one thing but overall living is exhausting to deal with
it would be so much easier if we all just get together as a society and kill ourselves so no one would feel remorse
or we just repeat the dinosaur incident… why does nasa keep deflecting the meteorite-
That line of thought was suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice a voice that haunted Izuku everywhere
“DEKU YOU PICE OF SHIT WOULD YOU ALREADY SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH YOUR MUTTERING “said bakugo
And Izuku flinched and oh god how he hated Hated HATED Bakugo’s yelling ,
hearing it every time wasn’t making it much easier but instead the normal fear that even babies are born with ” the fear of loud sounds” was intensified for Izuku way more than a kid his age should be
‘why do I have the victim of all your hate’ was a thought that Izuku had ,but wouldn’t dare in a million years phrase it
he instead just instead looked up at Bakugo knowing that he wouldn’t get away with only a yell from him because apparently being quirkless is such a hideous crime
“ STOP LOOKING ME LIKE THAT YOU PATHETIC BABY “ a sentence that was followed up with some explosions against the green boy’s skin
And ofcourse the other teenagers just kept walking ,all of them deciding to ignore that he was getting beaten up some even giggling,
but Izuku was kind of fine knowing that if he was the common enemy then no other fights would break out then one else would get punished or that was what he chose to believe after all that was everything he was useful for
But..
Izuku truly thought it was pathetic how he was the school’s punch bag … at least he has the first place on that list
that was the only thing he had ever won, if that title could be even considered a prize . that title belongs to him and it had since he turned 4 since the hell’s diagnosis came,
he thought that everything he had and was is pathetic, and honestly just even thinking how he is in his 3rd year of middle school and he is even looked down upon by the FREAKING FIRST YEARS some kids fresh out of elementary school have more power than him, and that was a sickening fact
And at this point it hurts more the thought of going through this every day and hearing the same insults again and again then the actual pain of being burn in the same damn place , at least bakugo had the decency to not burn his face and do it in the same spot,
now he can’t feel any pain anymore at least not physical
But oh well at least the beating of the day was over
Bakugo kicked Izuku one more time “ YOU NULL WONT YOU GET OUT OF MY FACE ALREADY?!”
And that was Izuku’s queue to leave
, he once stayed in the floor because it just hurt oh so much to stand up ,and that ended up with 2 broken fingers
now his hands look trippy and disgusting but oh well better than a broken leg he supposed at least bakugo was kind enough that time to break the fingers of his none dominant hand
But Izu thinks he actually didn’t care which hand he grabbed he just took the closest one and it was lucky it wasn’t the one he used for writing .
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Izuku walked home. It was a quiet walk the breeze swiftly touching his wounds and that made the feeling a little bit better
Izuku liked days like this, days when the beating was shorter
Days that were somewhat cold but still a nice warm breeze would hit him suddenly.
But this type of days weren’t enough to make him forget about all the things that he suffered all the things that he constantly was put through
Izuku wished he wouldn’t see any days at all
Izuku wished he could be at peace …but that wouldn’t happen not in this life not with that factor that was his status of quirkless not with the factor of him being a weakling
Seriously how did he even think he could be a hero and protect others with a smile when he couldn’t even defend himself
Was being a hero even worth it at this point ?
that dimly lit dream was only causing more troubles for him, that dream just meant more beatings from kachan trying to get it out of his thick skull that he couldn’t be a hero
And maybe he was right he couldn’t be a hero like all might that can make people smile just by the knowledge that he was there.. he couldn’t be a hero in this life right ?…
But even after all that he couldn’t shake the feeling that if he at least saved one person only one , he could be fulfilled
because he had been born with a heart of a hero in a frail body and as such he wanted so bad to be a hero not for the fame but for the knowledge that he was useful that he had the power to save someone or even make someone smile then that would be enough
But he knew that he couldn’t make someone smile with his disgusting face, and his disgusting disability that he was born with, a disability that took all his opportunities away
He knew he couldn’t make someone smile because if they took one good look the would notice those blinding bright shoes, those shoes that screamed to the whole world that HE was quirkless
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Izuku arrived home and with that it started the most bearable part of the day,
the time that he longing for to come each beating ,and each insult
And that was to see his mother
“Mom I am here !” Izuku called out
But no one answered
Inko was working late again wasn’t she…
Izuku hated when Inko had to work extra hours
because he felt useless
How can he make his mother work extra hours…
he shouldn’t have bought that ice cream yesterday…
He was just wasting money on things he didn’t need , ofcourse he enjoyed the ice cream but it wasn’t worth it
He felt like crying
Ofcourse he was crying that was the only thing he could do in this situation
Because no one wanted the quirkless to work
How much did he hated being a burden to his mother
He needed to do something to keep his mind off things something to make him feel useful even if the comfort was momentary because if not he would do something worst some harm to himself
Izuku shook his head to get rid of those thoughts
He should focus on making dinner for his mom and him to enjoy when she comes back