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He wasn't always like this. He didn't like the taste. The texture. The ounce of sanity it gives. The peace it unravels.
Izuku Midoriya wasn't always a cannibal. He didn't always hunt, just to satisfy his own selfish needs. He didn't feel the need to find something. Anything. Just to free himself of this horrid sensation. The pull to anything human. Flesh, blood, sometimes even his own, controlled the direction of the pull.
It was just any day. He went to the doctors, found out the had, in fact, been a little bit of a late bloomer, and had his quirk diagnosed.
It were just the enlarged, sharpened teeth and claws the doctor noted. It, in fact, was not it.
Shortly after, the young boy found out that he had better vision, then before. A few months later, a better sense of smell. He was initially excited to boast to his mum about this, but, a late evening of his mum crying over bills with Auntie comforting her, had changed his mind.
Of course, he told his best friend Kacchan of his sharpened senses. The boy seemed excited. He really did believe that they could be heroes.. How times have changed..
His first experience with this.. strange sensation, was in primary school. One of his classmates had accidentally cut themselves with scissors. No doubt playing with them.
The smell hit first. Almost stronger than anything he had felt before. The smell was so distracting. He couldn't look away..
Of course, Kacchan, who he was talking to previously, snapped him out of it. By a rather 'light' punch.
Midoriya blinked, realised he was staring, realised what he was staring at, and promptly buried his head in his arms.
"Oi, Deku, you alright? You look spacy." A rough, loud voice interrupted his.. hiding(?).
The boy flinched slightly at the voice beside his head, not expecting the sudden volume from his best friend. He finally stuck his head out, peeking at Kacchan. The blond boy had his usual scowl, but there was a worried glint in his eyes.
"Oh, Kacchan, I'm really fine! Just.." his eyes flicked to the spot where the scissors still were, stained slightly by blood, "..Can we talk about this after school? It's.. Sorta weird.." Midoriya tried to placate his worried pomeranian-like friend.
The boy scoffed, but relented, sinking into his seat, just as the bell rung, signalling the start of class.
The day passed by relatively normally. Except for the unrelenting stares of Kacchan.
The last class passed by pretty quickly, and he was in no rush to pack up and go to the flat. His mum was never there anyway, and it was easier to just hang out with Kacchan or Auntie Mitsuki, than stay at his, honestly depressing house.
While he was still closing his pencil case, he heard precisely three footsteps, that belonged to Kacchan, before his notebooks were shoved in his bag with precise aggression. While he still put up a font of aggression, nearing viciousness, the green haired boy saw how the blond had made sure to not accidentally fold any of the edges of his notebooks.
Kacchan looked very proud of himself for speeding up the process. Before he saw the pencil case still gripped in Dekus hand. He scowled and reached out to snatch the poor object, before Izuku pulled it away, holding it as far away as possible from Kacchan. He had to fight to hide the cheeky smirk, that wanted to grace his face.
His best friend scowled even more, somehow, before vaulting over the table to grab the pencil case. Midoriya had to hold back giggles as he abruptly stood up, moving his prized possession just out of reach. He waited to see the blonds reaction, but before he could see past his fallen hair, he had to dodge out of a full-on tackle.
He stumbled on his feet, just to see how Bakugo looked absolutely rabid.
In this moment, Midoriya realised, he was fucked.
So the only logical solution? He ran. Of course he managed to grab his bag, but not without evading the Pomeranian.
He ran out of the classroom, attempting to stifle his giggles. He ultimately failed, but it was a good try.
He dodged a stunned student, before looking back.
As it turned out, Kacchan at that very moment, decided to take a leap of faith. To grab Izuku.
As Katsuki slammed on top of Deku, the only thing he could think of, was how he had yet to learn those moves.
They both tumbled like a well-thrown rock, before slamming harshly into a wall. Of course, Deku had received most of the horrid force, as he was the one to cushion their death roll.
They both groaned, but eventually broke out in giggles and laughs as they made eye contact. Izuku couldn't believe that just happened!