Date: Monday, March 30 2200
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Time: 11:20 pm
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Location: School-Class 2-B
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Season: Spring
"…And that's how you identify a poisonous mushroom from the non-toxic shroom!" a short, slightly pudgy man, Fujī Akihiro, 5'5", biased, easily swayed with any type bribery, explained. The man's nasally voice was barely heard from the chattering of the class. The man noticed that no one was paying attention, put on a nervous smile and hesitantly spoke up "Come now children, you can finish your talking later. Pay attention!" But no one listened. The man deflated, seeing how no one was focusing. He walked to his desk and pulled out a cigarette, any trace of his previous smile turned to a disgusted sneer. The man lighted his smoke and murmured quietly, eyes trained on the kids, "These fucking little shits…. ugh. I'm not getting payed enough for this shit fest…" He noticed a pair of familiar forest green eyes glancing at him. Midoriya Izuku's green eyes were looking at him. He plastered a nice smile on his face for him. The boy smiled awkwardly back. He then quickly went back to what he was doing beforehand. Writing notes, it seems. The man's beady little eyes narrowed thoughtfully, thinking if he should inform his mother of what's happening before dismissing any thoughts of it. He wasn't getting paid to be the classes babysitter. Whatever happens to the kid, he didn't want to be involved. If he lived through this, he did. If he committed suicide, then he did. What can he do to help? He puffs out, smoke coming out.
We then zoom on Midoriya Izuku, male, 5'3", nervous, has a habit of rambling, quirkless, writing fast in a note book labeled no.12. He had his hand in his green hair, pulling it in frustration. His lips twisted in a tiny frown, forested eyes narrowed and back hunched. Whatever he was writing was making him frustrated, that was for sure.
Suddenly, a static voice was heard above, evidently coming from the flat speaker latched on the roof of the class, "Classes have ended. Students, proceed to your break-time. Teachers, proceed to the teachers' lounge."
The class was filled with the sounds of chairs and tables screeches. And with the increasingly rising voices. In a matter of seconds, the class was emptied from students. …Almost emptied, it seems.
Midoriya seemed to stay at his desk, not noticing the ruckus that happened earlier. So absorbed in his work, in his little world. Suddenly, a hand shook his shoulder. The boy jumped in surprise, flinching. Behind Midoriya's shoulder was Fuji Sensei, raising an eyebrow at him. His sensei outwardly looked relaxed, with a smoke in his mouth. Dull brown hair fading in some splotches and dull wine-colored eyes. His eyes showing no thoughts or emotions. It was a bit unnerving. The sensei spoke softly, dull eyes boring into him, "Midoriya-kun, its break time. Go out and enjoy your food," his sensei eyes start steeling, looking at him. Midoriya nodded his head shakily, and quickly took his stuff and booked it. Fuji looked at his student running, then sighed. He moved to go to the teacher's lounge. He had a coffee that has his name on it.
Date: Monday, March 30 2200
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Time: 11:29 pm
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Location: Rooftop of The School
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Season: Spring
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We find young Midoriya sitting on the roof, munching on his launch, hunched over. His lunch consisted of some apple, orange and mango slices. Next to it, we have his notebook opened. In it, we find a sketch of the Underground Hero: Ireizā Heddo. He isn't very well known, same goes to many underground heroes, but he prefers that. No media to butt in his business.
Young Midoriya all of a sudden let out a hiss of pain, quickly reaching to see where it hurts. He identified the area of pain, as it was his shoulder. His face pales a bit.
He slid the fabric of his uniform, to see a red irritated splotch in his skin. He flinched back, not expecting it. He thought it was a twinge of muscle, not a burn. He swiftly seized his cool, water bottle and put on his shoulder. He immediately felt it take effect, as his posture relaxed. Hi brushed his hair out of his face, and soothingly breathed. His eyes briefly closed, before reopening them.
So, he laid there, vacantly staring up to the sky.
After a while, Midoriya removes the bottle and sets it down. He re-looked at the burn, this time more critically. He doesn't remember going near any hot spots nor having anything hot sprayed on him. "Hm…." He hums thoughtfully, teeth chewing on his lips. He's certain that he hasn't went near anything hot…. Unless….
"Shit..." cursed Izuku, eyes getting a tiny bit wet. It was from Kacchan.
Kacchan was his childhood friend since diapers. He and Izuku were inseparable when they were young. But…. after he learned he wouldn't be able to have a quirk, he ended the friendship viscously. Not caring if that had hurt Izuku or not. He never cared about that…...never, never, never, nevernevernevernevernevernevernevernevernevereneverneverNEVER.
Izuku slowly panicked, breath coming in small pants. Mind racing on what if his mama saw it or if someone saw it and made fun of him for it! It isn't like it was the first time Izuku was burned from Kacchan, no, Kacchan likes to burn Izuku but had noticed Inko, Midoriya Inko, mother to Midoriya Izuku, friends with Bakougo Mitsuki, was getting more suspicions. So, he said, rather lackluster, he won't burn him for now. (Really, what did he fucking expect…tch)
"H-he lied-d….ag-gain" Izuku stuttered, skin white. Admittedly, it was quite clear that Kacchan only stopped because of his mother, and hadn't promised anything to him. Yet, a small part of him wanted to believe that Kacchan still cares for him…...He was wrong…. again…. Izuku found himself in closing walls, getting smaller and smaller. His chest felt tight, head light. His breaths came in short pants.
Why does Kachan hate me so much, I didn't do anything wrong, so why, why, why, why, why, whywhywhywhywhywhywhwywhwywhywhywhywhwhywhywhywhywhywhywwhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhyhwyhwyhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhwyWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHWHY….
"Break has ended. Students and Teachers please return to your assigned classes. Thank you." the same staticky voice cut through his panicked train of thoughts.
Izuku frantically glanced up to find no closing walls any more. Izuku still felt himself trembling, though. He used the technique that his mother taught him. Count till 10 backwards
…10…
Izuku shakily gets up
…9….
He grabs all his items and starts moving toward the stairs
….8….
He reached his level and pulls the door to open it
…...7….
When he opens it, he was met with a sea of students. All black faces with nameless tags hanging above them.
….6…...
Girls and boys were talking loudly, too loudly. Why so fucking loud
…...5….
He was almost to his class when he felt a rough hand reach to his neck
….5…
"Going anywhere, you fucking nerd!?" He was met with the smirking face of Bakougo Katsuki, eyes gleaming a rueful red
….5…...
Izuku shakes his head rapidly no. If anything, this further encouraged Katsuki, "Thought so, you little shit." He smirked horribly, his hands getting suspiciously warm. Izuku felt his mind blaring a familiar white alarm, the ringing hunting his ears.
The bystanders barely even glanced at them. Not sparing a thought to help him.
…...5….
Before Katsuki had the chance to do anything, the warning bell rang. Katsuki face darkened before letting Izuku go
…5…...
Katsuki sneers at him "Next time you won't fucking get away you fucking Deku!" spiting the words in venom
…...5….
Izuku is left there feeling numb, his forested eyes dulling, his ears ringing
...….5….
After what felt like hours, Izuku's eyes returned vibrant again but his eyes where shadowed by his bangs
…...4…...
Izuku calmly walks to his class
…...3…
Izuku sits down quietly
….2….
The teacher comes in
…...1….
They stand up to bow
….0….
Izuku meets Katsuki's face, as he makes the throat slitting gesture with a cocky smirk.
Izuku felt his heart throb in fear.
Date: Monday, March 30 2200
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Time: 2:50 pm (End of School)
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Location: Outside the School
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Season: Spring
"School Has Ended. Students and Teachers, Thank You for the Hard Work Today! We Hope to See You Tomorrow!" The same staticky voice rang loud and clear amongst the loud chatter from the students and teachers alike.
One Midoriya was cautiously walking to the entrance of the school, glancing around to see if anyone was there. He neared so close, so fucking close, before a hand clamped on his shoulder again. The hand dragged him roughly. Izuku tried to fight it, pulling and fidgeting around to get out of the hand's grip. He heard a growl before the hand's grip got worse. It made him go limp, like a doll that had its strings cut. He looked around to see if anyone would help. He saw two 2-years, both males from the looks of it, just observing what was happening. He mouthed a soft "Help me" to them, achingly, desperately, wanting them to help him, when he saw them look at him. The guys shook their heads and left.
Izuku's heart sank as he saw it. There was no escaping this.
All Izuku felt right now was pain, pain, and more pain. He sat alone, behind the school. His stomach marinated with scars, burns and bruises, his shoulders both burned and were a little achy, and his face was a little bruised. His head felt achy too, from all the hair pulling Kacchan did. Kacchan…Izuku shudders, remembering the smirking face of him when he kneed him in the gut.
Izuku tried to get up. He succeeded, somewhat. He got up on shaky legs, like a newborn fawn. He almost fell but caught himself in time.
"H-how a-am I goi-ing t-to t-tell Mama…..." said Izuku, slightly quivering from the pain. He bit his lips worriedly, eyes shadowed with pain. His clothes were rumbled.
He started limping away.
"HELP ME" a desperate yell cut through the crowd. People glanced at the direction of the yell but seeing it was in an alley-way no one moved an inch to help. The heroes can help, one thought. The police will handle it, another thought. They moved on with no remorse.
"PLEASE HElp…" They yelled again, trying to get some one to hear. But everyone acted like they heard nothing. But one boy though. The boy had forested, pain filled eyes, curly green hair and freckles. In closer inspection, the boy seemed to have a limp in his walking, preferring one leg over the other. The boy also outwardly seemed to be injured from head to toe. But that doesn't stop him from going to help.
The boy cut through seas of people, running as fast his injured legs could take him. He made it at what seemed to be a dark allay, with boxes covering the outside of it. He glanced around his surroundings, searching for a weapon. He found a pipe conveniently placed near an empty box in front of him. Someone was probably hiding it here for backup, the boy thought to himself. He grabbed, making sure to securely hold it. He slowly walked in front.
He found the back of male looking person, wearing a thick coat of green and brown pants, male, looks around 24-26, 5'7", and appears to be a thug, looming over what he could make out as a feminine figure, female, looks around 21-23, 5'5", scared, and appears to have the build of an athlete. The man lent forward and whispered "Come on, sweetheart. All I want from you is to come back with me. I promise I wont bite…" the man's head titled sideways, giving out a creepy smirk, "much"
The boy snapped his face up, holding the pipe tighter. He suddenly moved fast, jumping on the man's back. "W-whaa…get the fuck off me, boy!" the man yelled, trying to shake the boy off. He backed himself to the wall, making sure to hit the boy with it. The boy looked like his breath was being knocked out of him. The boy tried choking the man with the pipe, but as his grip weakened, the force behind did too. Making the man throw him on the wall even more strongly.
As an act of final desperation, the boy quickly bashed his pipe on the man's head as hard as he could. That seemed to do the trick, as the man fell hard on the floor, unconscious.
The boy let out a breathy pant, as he fell too. The woman, with red, red hair, ran up to him and quickly got to him before he hit the floor.
All he saw, before he went unconscious, was a flash of amber eyes.
I felt myself wake up, slowly gaining more consciousness by the minute. I glanced around, expecting to see my All Might poster and alarm clock. Instead I found myself in a cream-colored room, filed with a desk, PC, drawers, shelf's and …some one? My vision still was blurry.
The figure glanced back to me, jumping when they saw me awake and swiftly running to me, with what appeared to be an aid kit in their hands.
"Hello? Can you understand what I'm saying?" the blurry figure spoke in a slow feminine voice, their amber eyes (familiar amber eyes) looking at me reassuringly.
I nodded my head yes. The ever-clearing mist now resembling a woman smiled, her amber eyes twinkling. I tried to sit up but a horrible ache hit me. I let out a hiss of pain, reaching to touch the area of pain. The woman, eyes trained on me, reached to help sit up, carefully pulling a pillow and looking at me worriedly. "Be very careful, love. You got some nasty bruises there", she cautioned. I shakily nodded.
"W-where I-I'm I?" I nervously asked her, chewing on my lip. I started fidgeting with my hands, getting more anxious, the longer she stayed staring. I felt ants crawling on my legs, itching. Just waiting for me to scratch it off.
Her eyes flashed with surprise, before it was covered up. Letting her eyes twinkle again.
She grinned at me, clutching her hands together "You are at my studio, as, unfortunately, I wasn't able to get you to any hospitals. Because just about all of them are too far away. So, I had to treat you myself. Good thing I have some medical training!" I looked down at my arms, noticing it bandaged up. I felt a wet feeling at my eyes, before briskly wiping it. This was the first time someone tried to help me…I felt my heart burn with relief that someone still cared. The woman gently smiled at him, red hair shining a brilliant rose color.
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…...A silence filled the room…
The woman's smile hedged into a slightly awkward one.
I fidgeted with my hands more, trying to get the courage to tell her the thank you she deserves. But the words seemed to swallow themselves in my throat. Not going out.
A flash of astonishment blared through the woman's face, before the woman yelled in surprise. "Ahhhh, I didn't introduce myself yet, right?" seeing me nod she continued with a beaming smile on her face "Welp, Ello! My name Is Fukumoto Kana. Thank you for saving me!"
I felt faint.