The automatic doors of the convenience store slid open without a sound. Izuku tightened his hold on the black plastic bag in his right hand as he exited the store.
It was one of these nights where no stars shone. Not even the moon was out and the only source of light were the street lamps scattered along his way. Izuku was feeling on edge. He had to cross through the park and this late, he couldn't help but feel antsy about it. Parks always felt kind of ominous during the night, the shape of the trees morphing into monster-like entities that freaked him out.
He was practically jogging now, when suddenly, roaring laughter and an angry shout made him stop in his tracks, a shiver running down his spine.
"I'm going to fucking kill you, shithead!", someone exclaimed and Izuku felt as if his heart was going to burst as a thousand scenarios ran through his head, most of them involving someone getting mugged, stabbed or beaten to death. What was the best action to take now? Should he simply ignore the threat?
Another curse made Izuku look back.
They were barely distinguishable, but a group of four people were standing not far off a dimly lit park bench. Two of them were standing very close to one another. Izuku narrowed his eyes.
"Chill, bro, if you hit me, it's not going to be pretty.", one of the two said, earning laughter from the other pair that just stood there, watching the exchange. Well, if things were going to escalate, those two could take care of it, Izuku guessed and turned around again, deciding to not interfere and hurry back home as fast as he could.
Shouting and the tell-tale sound of two bodies hitting the ground managed to make him stop in his tracks again.
"Wooho! Go at it! Bash his face in!", one of them shouted, obviously enjoying the display.
This wouldn't do. Without wasting any more time, Izuku ran past the two onlookers and grabbed one -his hair was strikingly blonde- by the back of his collar, tugging with all his force.
"Stop fighting! Get o-", and suddenly, Izuku tasted copper the moment his eyes met the intense red ones and a heavy fist connected to his face. Another blow, this time aimed at his gut, made him lurch over and spit out blood. He fell to his knees and readied himself for another blow that never came.
"DUDE, FUCKING CHILL!", Izuku coughed and thanked God for the other guys that were restraining the blonde.
He took a huge gulp of fresh air and tilted his head back to face his assailant. Their eyes met again, and Izuku was taken aback by the pure rage mirrored in those dark red eyes. His own green ones were filled with defiance as he held the others gaze. His ears were ringing and the world was tilting, but damn him, he wasn't going to let him win this.
But pride didn't keep Izuku from passing out only seconds later, the darkness of the night engulfing his senses as his body dropped to the side onto the hard ground.
He didn't even feel the impact.
A/N: Thanks for reading my first entry & first story!
This story will probably be about life choices. It's not much yet, but there will be more :3
M-rated because of the violence :( (and because Bakugou is a punk, haha).
Any feedback is much appreciated :)