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He wasn’t focused at all, Izuku had zoned out awhile ago “-doriya, MIDORIYA!” Izuku head shot up at the shouting but he soon shrunk back down after he noticed it was his teachers yelling “y-yes..?” The teacher, wait what was his name again- “the question. Midoriya, answer the question. “ he pointed to the equation written on the black board behind him “f-forty six” Izuku answered, that was the answer he knew it, it was a relatively easy question so he sure be right-
“wrong. I’m disappointed in you Midoriya, detention after school” Izuku eyes shot wide yet said nothing, it wasn’t the first time he’s gotten something right yet his teachers had said otherwise; then that including him getting a detention for stupid reasons that don’t even apply to the situation at the time. “Anyone else?” The teacher called out as Izuku shrunk into himself, he heard all the snickers and howling at his embarrassment.
Akito, a boy in his class, he’d say was defiantly a lot worse compared to Kacchans name calling and the occasional burn- but he knew Kacchan didn’t mean it, he couldn’t he just didn’t want to be hated by everyone so he could be a hero. Izuku was more than happy to take everything, he was fine with it, as long as him and Kacchan became hero’s together. It would make it all worth it.
But after class Izuku had went to pack his bag to take with him to his after school detention, usually the teachers were to disgusted with Izuku existence and left him alone in the class to go do other things, not like izuku minded. Well that was when it was just him but there were very few times he wished the teacher stayed.
Akito decided that tormenting Izuku didn’t stop when the bell went so he had started to get detentions on the days Izuku had the misfortune of pissing of his teachers unintentionally meaning he had to sit in a unintended classroom with the devil himself.
Izuku hoped and prayed he could just get it over with and go home. But that’s not how life works for him, no. Life wants to stab, gut, and drown him over and over again with punishments he never asked or warranted.
It happened so slow yet so fast Izuku didn’t even understand what was happening until after, Akito had sat in the desk next to the one Izuku sat down in after the teacher accounted that they both were here he left. Oh how Izuku wished he hadn’t.
Next things after that classroom door shut and Akito got up locking it are a big blob of blurry spots, Akito had pushed Izuku up onto his desk and had his way with him, Izuku screamed and cried out for anyone and anything to save him for this all to stop. But Izuku didn’t really know what was happening to him until Akito was zipping back up his pants and Izuku was slumped on the floor with his pants still undone and his shirt discarded next to him, that’s when it really hit him.
When after school detention was over Izuku ran home and ran i shower hoping it would somehow help with this horrible feeling all over him, Izuku felt disgusting when he accidentally caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror when changing. He screwed his eyes shut and got into the scolding shower scrubbing at his light freckled skin, it looked so ugly, so dirty now.
Izuku went to bed as soon as he was done, he didn’t feel like eating. He didn’t even think he could eat or even keep anything down after the events of today.
Izuku woke up dread pooling in his stomach, Izuku pushed it to the side and got ready for school. Izuku walked into class, he felt like a shell of himself he felt to disgusted with him to even put on his normal smile as he sat quietly at his desk as the day went on.
It all became to much around just before lunch, Akito had come up to him spouting about something he wasn’t really listening he could only hear a high pitched buzzing that engulfed him with Akito made a sound.
Izuku wanted to run, he wanted to scream, lock himself away- far, far away from Akito- from the world. From everything.
Akito went back to his seat and the buzzing died down a bit, it was faint but it was still there like static keeping him from staying in the world around him, begging him to leave this place, his body, all of it. To just leave.
Izuku is as packing away his stuff feeling exhausted and drained from the bare minimum of the day. Izuku was about to pack away his hero notebook, that and parts of his school work seemed to be the only things he had worked on all day.
Kacchan came up and swiped the notebook out of Izukus hand “K-Kacchan p-please I need that-“ Izuku reached up to get it back only for Bakugo to burn it in his palms, “n-no…” Izuku watched with widened eyes as his book fluttered out the window out of view falling somewhere on the ground out side.
“Deku. Do you really think a quirkless wannabe like you can still be a hero?” Bakugo scoffed at Izuku pitiful expression “If you wanna be a hero that badly there mights still be another way.” Bakugo paused briefly like he was searching for words but not quite- “go take a swan dive of the roof of the building and pray for a quirk in your next life.” He scoffed again as small tears ran down Izukus hurt face.
Him and his goons left as Izuku stood there as he felt himself crack and break.
“M-maybe I will.” Izuku whispered to himself through a small watery smile as he looked out the window to see where his notebook had landed. Great, in the Koi pond. Just great. Izuku got his book back, even if the pages and ink was kinda smudge it will be okay? Yeah. He’ll fix it, he always does.
Izuku had a plan, he walked (ran away from some upper class men that thought chasing him would be funny) home, Izuku got home a wrote letters, one to his mum, Inko, telling her about his bullying and why he hid it and that he only wanted what was best for her and to not blame herself and that he loved her so, so much.
Kacchan was a lot more complicated to write, he told Kacchan about the assault? Is that what he could call what happened between him and Akito, Izuku told him about his years long crush he’s had on him, but it was only brief- again telling him not to blame himself, just that Izuku was taking the cowards way out and that Izuku just couldn’t pick himself up to fight anymore.
He wrote one for auntie Mitsuki and uncle Masaru, and that was kind of it. Izuku placed them neatly into his bag and walked out the front door locking it with his key and walked out into the cool night air of the streets of Musutafu.
Izuku made his way up onto a building roof where he gently put his bright red shoes neatly to the side and took of the slightly tattered and scorched school jacket smiling to himself as he folded the black fabric into a neat pile.
Placing his phone gently down next to him Izuku sat down as he hummed a small tone listening to the last voice message his mum had left him earlier that day. “Hay sweetie, I won’t be home till early morning tomorrow, around four am, so I’ll be home when you wake up but I left some money on the counter just in case you don’t feel like cooking! I love you, have a good day at school!” His mothers rushed yet delicate voice rang softly through the midnight air into his ears.
His legs dangled off the side of the building staring down at the empty street below him. Someone would probably find his body when the sun came up and the work rush started.
Aizawa saw the small figure of a person putting their stuff down and walk towards the edge, Aizawa started to run hopping from roof to roof trying to make it. Hoping and praying he’d be able to get there in time. Aizawa wasn’t surprised when he got closer and saw a kid, his bright red shoes illuminating in the faint glow from the moon, it still doesn’t make it easier to when he sees it though.
Aizawa landed onto the building roof, his hands flew to his scarf as the scarf did the same yet in the direction of the child trying to grip onto them, as the kid leaped forward off the lip of the building Aizawa tried with all his might to catch the kid, Aizawa leaped after then hoping and praying in those few seconds he had to save the boy he could.
Aizawa was too slow.
Aizawa watched the moment the kids body hit the ground and became a mangled mess on the side walk, the child’s blood pooling underneath their body as they lay there lifeless. The kid died, and Shouta could have stoped it. But he was to god damn slow… he wasn’t fast enough… Aizawa swung with his scarf around a pole and landed on the ground safely (the kid should have as well.) his knees almost buckling to hold this child whose life was taken.
Why did it come to this? How did it come to this? Aizawa remembered the red shoes… the child was quirkless. They were special shoes that were Aizawa felt his eye tear up slightly, he blinked them away as he called the emergency line and then Tsukauchi.
Aizawa was supposed to be a hero, even if he’s an underground one; he had failed in the worst possible way, he wasn’t good enough, and he most certainly wasn’t fast enough.
Izuku smiled as he fell, he felt like he was flying. It was nice and peaceful, though Izuku did feel quite bad that the pro-hero Eraserhead would watch Izukus organs and brain matter splatter over the side walk, but he’s couldn’t fight anything anymore he just couldn’t so he’s going out cowardly, and he’s okay with that. He’s finally giving up.
Izuku was so tired, and he felt dirty, no mater how hot his showers were or how much soap he used, and scrubbed at his skin. He couldn’t get the violated and unclean feeling off of him, Izuku just wanted a way out.
Izuku had gotten that way out.
But at what cost?
Tuskauchi and Aizawa had gone to Mrs Midoriyas apartment to tell her the unfortunate news of her son’s suicide, and to hand over the note he had left neatly folded in the yellow bad he left on that roof.
She wailed and wailed crying snotty sobs hard over her sons death, they had handed over his belongings that he had with him at the time and it had just made it worse, Aizawa stayed with the grieving mother as he also apologised for not making it in time. Mrs Midoriya was to kind, really, she just sobbed and told him there was probably nothing she could have done if he had saved the boy.
She didn’t hold it against him for not being fast enough, but sure did Aizawas consciousness.
It got easier as the days went by Inko went to live with the Bakugous after almost taking her own life, Katsuki had learned about the green haired boys death through a overhead phone call between his mum and Izukus mum and oh, did it crush Katsuki, especially when he got his note from the boy. The last piece he had of Izuku a sheet of paper claiming it wasn’t Katsukis fault yet the blonde couldn’t get the enormous lump of guilt out of his throat, he almost threw up from guilt every time he saw something that reminded him of the green haired boy.
And my god did Katsuki miss the boys mumbling during class. Sure Katsuki had bullied and hurt Izuku but he had gotten so use to the nerds mumbling that the classroom felt so empty with the boys seat unfilled. Nobody really cared when they learnt about what had happened, some people full on laughed and oh boy did Katsuki want to pummel them himself for it.
He was angry at not only himself but also mostly at one class mate in particular. How could he have been so stupid and let himself be swayed by socialites idiotic ways of thinking.
Izuku was a person too; he had learnt that far too late.
Katsuki changed. He changed a lot, it was for the better, Katsuki would never let anyone go through the pain he let and helped Izuku go through not ever. Not anymore.