The Boy Who Loved Candy

CHAPTER THREE:

A deep frown was set on Izuku's lips as he looked at the building looming over him, shifting his gaze to the tall figure new to him. He tightened his grip on Giri's hand as his stomach turned and lurched with uneasiness. He didn't miss this; more importantly he didn't miss his classmates.

Giri tugged Izuku forward towards the building as he begrudgingly followed, his emerald eyes staying glued to the floor as he ignored the chatting of everyone around him. A cold feeling settled in his chest as he used his other hand to clasp the strap of his bag tightly, knuckles turning white. He blinked away the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes, Giri appearing in his line of sight as he offered a fond smile, his voice low and soothing, "Izu, my little bunny, I need you to keep your head held high, put on a smile that no one will doubt. Also, if anything bad happens please tell me or Shigaraki, okay? Now, enjoy your day and I'll be back to pick you up in a couple hours."

Izuku let a soft sniffle past as he wrapped his thin arms around Giri's neck in a tight hug, nuzzling into his shoulder, voice barely above a whisper, "Love you, Giri. Bye-bye."

Kurogiri gently rubbed Izuku's back as they pulled apart, ruffling the curly locks before waving to the small boy as Izuku nibbled nervously on his lip as a teacher ushered him into the classroom.

Time flew relatively fast; Izuku now sat under the shade of a tree with his lunch on his lap, hesitantly picking at it as he listen to the background noise of children playing and chatting. A frown was on his plump lips as he finished his food, packing it away as he slowly stood up, stretching his arms above his head. His emerald eyes wandered around the area as he dusted the dirt of his uniform; listening as a sets of footsteps met his ears.

He looked up as his brows scrunched together at the five figures in front of him; them all towering over Izuku's small form. The head of the group had wild brown hair as he grinned at Izuku; the look in the other's eyes unsettled Izuku as he spoke softly to the group, "C-can I h-help you?"

"You're the quirkless kid right? How gross and pathetic!" The boy sneer as the others laughed at the remark, the group slowly surrounding around Izuku as they continued to laugh as they shoved and pushed him around like a rag doll.

Izuku's bottom lip trembled as tears brimmed in the corner of his emerald orbs; hands grazed as bruises bloomed on his jaw and chest. The other children laughed as they continued to push him around and hit him, though after one final harsh shove he fell to the ground; knees and hands grazed and bleeding. Using the back of his bleeding hands he wiped away the tears on his freckled cheeks, as he sobbed softly on the ground. His shoulders trembled as he shakily got onto his feet, faintly limping towards his classroom where his teachers were chatting to one another.

His main teacher; a woman with long black hair that framed he round face, she was on the short side but she was always nice and caring to everyone. Izuku sniffled a little as her chocolate brown eyes fell onto Izuku's disheveled self – his gaze falling to the floor as she moved over to him – her voice soft as she spoke, "Izuku, what happened?"

She gently moved him over to a chair as she grabbed the first aid kit and began to clean the wounds; his hands being wrapped in bandages, bandaids were placed over his damaged knees and a couple wrapped around his thin fingers. Izuku sniffled as he wiped away stray tears that escaped his eyes, smiling shakily towards the teacher, "I fell over… When I was playing with the others."

She released a faint sigh as she ruffled his curly green locks, voice soft as she smiled warmly, "Do be careful then, okay?"

Izuku hummed softly in agreement; the lies he had told leaving his mouth like a second language, to him it was. He was use to this sort of treatment from his classmates and that is why he was grateful when Giri and Shiga didn't attack him. They didn't hit him because he was different, because he was a useless, defenseless, quirkless idiot!

With a shaky smile he lifted his head as he walked out the classroom and sat on the bench several feet from the doorway, waiting for the lunch break to be over.

. . . . .

The end of the day couldn't have come any sooner as the teachers dismissed the class; Izuku ran to his pale green bag and slipped it on his shoulders. The kids around him pushing him around as he made his way out the door, almost tripping and falling from a hard shove. He quickly moved away from the crowd as his green orbs looked around until they spotted a familiar figure wearing a suit near the gate of the school. Izuku quickly ran over to the figure; lunging at him as he wrapped his small arms around Giri's waist and cried happily, "Giri~!"

Said man smiled fondly at the greenette, ruffling the curly locks as a chuckle bubbled from his thin lips. Evergreen orbs shining like freshly polished stones looked up at him as Kurogiri's eyes narrowed with concern with the bruises on Izuku's jaw. The smile on his lips disappearing as a frown laced with worry decorated his thin mouth, voice soft and concerned, "Izu, how'd you get the bruises…. And the bandages?"

Kurogiri pulled the other away as he looked over the small boy's form; said boy scratched the back of his neck nervously as a wobbly smile adorned his lips, "I fell over while playing with other kids..."

Kurogiri didn't seemed convince by the response but he simply scooped the boy into his arms; Izuku wrapped his legs around his waist as he let his arms drape around his neck. Giri's deep voice soothing and was sweet like honey, "I'll give you a bag of candy if you tell me the truth when we get back?"

Izuku pouted slightly but hesitantly nodded his head as he hid his face in Kurogiri's shoulder, nuzzling into it. The older man turned into an alley way as Izuku softly spoke; his voice barely above a whisper as he sniffled a little, "Giri… A-am I useless?"

Kurogiri stopped in the dark alley way, tightening his grip on Izuku as his voice was filled with compassion and fondness, "Izuku, you are strong and whoever calls you useless… Will have Shigaraki on their back side."

Izuku giggled as the mist being warped the both of them back to the bar but as soon as they arrive Shigaraki glanced at Izuku and tapped his foot on the ground; a very unsettling smile gracing his dry lips as the air around his curled with murderous intent, "So… Who hurt my lil' Izu~?"

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