~ Kirishima's Pov ~

"Shut the fuck up shitty hair." Bakugo snapped. His voice was ratios as sent an angry growl and got out of the car, slamming the door in my face. Instead of going towards the school, he walked in the opposite direction, towards his house.

I sat there, hurt and stunned. What just happened?

Beside me, Sero frowned and put his hand on my shoulder. "He's just hurt by Midoriya, you know he didn't mean it." When i turned my head towards him, he saw the dejected in my eyes and sighed. "Just give him some time to cool off, I'm sure he'll talk to you later." I nodded but didn't respond as I turned off my car. I got out and hurried to class. I didn't want to be late...

~ Izuku's Pov: ~

When Izuku walked into the school's office, Nezu had been waiting for him by the entrance. When he saw him, he gave Izuku a slight frown but then smiled as he walked up to him. "Midoriya, welcome back!"

Izuku nodded. His eyes averted away from the small mouse. He was still angry from before. "Thanks." He voiced, his tone clipped. He felt himself glare at one of the door's exits behind Nezu. He just wanted to skip today, but he had to go on his first day. It wouldn't be a good look for his reputation.

Nezu beamed brightly at Midoriya as he tucked his hands behind his back. "You can still attend to class 1-A just like previously before, but we're gonna have to give you a test to see how much you have grown-" Izuku looked back into his principal's eyes. "If you pass this test, you'll be allowed to be caught up with the others and given your hero suit an upgrade."

Izuku nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Yes sir." He replied. His tone still sounded as if he was in a bad mood.

Nezu frowned. "Is there something wrong, Izuku?"

Izuku sighed, his eyes fluttering closed. "Just a bit pissed off at Bakugo, that's all."

Nezu frowned. He wasn't used to this kind of behaviour from the sm- he frowned deeper. Another thing that had changed about his student Izuku Midoriya. He was taller. Much taller than before. His eyes were now red and he hadn't changed into normal clothes as he had before. This was much more different than he was used to.

He had changed.

Even his hair was shorter than before.

Izuku rose an eyebrow. "Do I return to class right now, or will you be giving me a test right away?"

Nezu's eyes brightened as he clapped his eyes, bringing himself out of his thoughts. "Oh! No, we are fortunate to inform you, we are going to test you on a random date without letting you know. The day Shoto Aizawa brings you to me, will be the day you'll have your test."

Izuku sighed and nodded. Great. A surprise test. He should've expected that. Scratching his jaw, Izuku turned towards the staircase and waved goodbye to the principal, and walked away. He headed towards the classroom. He was nervous, yes, but it's not like he could act like his old self.

He's many things, but a liar is not one of them.

As he walked the halls to his old classroom, some of the students he recognized from previous years before, had stopped and gawked at him, their mouths dropped open. But he simply ignored them as he shoved his hands in his pockets and made his way at the doorway of his old classroom.

Everyone was seated in - what looked like - their old assigned seats from two years ago. He leaned on the doorway and frowned when he didn't see Bakugo seated at the front. When he smirked, he froze suddenly when he realized that the room had gone silent.

He gritted his teeth as he blinked, seeing that everyone was staring at him.

"HAH?!"

The whole class erupted in explosions for questions, except for Denki, Sero, Mina, and Kirishima of course. They weren't surprised. One after another, every student had stood up and rushed towards him.

"You're really back!"

"Holy crap you've grown!"

"Midoriya, where is your uniform?! It's very disrespectful-"

"Welcome back Izuku-kun!"

"Midoriya!"

"Why didn't you tell us you were leaving?!"

"WHEN DID YOU GET BACK-"

"How many girls did you get to-"

"Shut up Mineta!"

Izuku smirked as he watched all of his old classmates tackle each other, desperate to hug him, but he dodged them easily. Once they knew that they weren't going to be answered or able to get to him, they toned down and returned to their seats.

"Alright, class, settled down," Aizawa said.

"We're already settled down-" Mineta started, but Aizawa untangled his scarf and whipped it towards the grape student, hitting him across the cheek. He cried as he was sent towards the ground.

"Anyone else?" Aizawa asked, raising an eyebrow as he put his scarf back around his neck calmly. Everyone sweated and shook their head no, except for Izuku. He remained unfazed as he was still glued to the doorway, looking bored. "Very well." He coughed and closed his eyes, yawning. "As you can see-" He opened his tired eyes and glanced towards Izuku tiredly. Izuku noted how tired he still looked. "-Izuku Midoriya has transferred back to UA as of last night. Though I should warn you, we do not know the level of his power and we do not know why he has transferred back but he will not be staying here for long."

Izuku himself yawned and closed his eyes, leaning his head against the doorway, tired as well. He didn't get much sleep last night. Another night terror and he was glad that Bakugo hadn't been woken up.

His parents were killed when he had just turned fifteen. That day, they were on their way to go to the airport to go to L.A. They were supposed to stay there for two weeks. They were supposed to get on that plane and have fun, but instead; a villain had attacked the shop next to them, causing an explosion that had caused them to swerve in the car and crash into a fire hydrant. Izuku's memories had been blurry and he was dizzy but he couldn't do anything as the police dragged him out of the car, just in time for him to see the villain grab his parent's car and rip off the car doors.

He froze in terror, his mouth gaped open as he watched his mother fall to the cement ground and his father taken by the head and tore apart from his body. He remembered it so vividly. The car was flung into the air and dropped onto his mother. He had blood spewed everywhere on himself.

He remembers being dragged away by the police. Shouts were heard. Blood was severed. Life was lost. His heart was crushed.

"Midoriya?"

Ever since that day, he has been diagnosed with night terrors. Other's called it PTSD, BPD, but he didn't mind it too much. He was used to his sleepwalking. Waking up in tears and sweat, his throat scorched dry as he screamed for his parents, his hand reaching out.

The only way to hide the pain was to play it cool and smile.

That's all he was good for.

"Midoriya!"

"Huh?" Izuku blinked and realized that he was staring down at the ground. His teacher was crouched in front of him, looking up into his eyes. He showed visible concern for Izuku, as he reached up and placed his hand on the green-haired boy.

Aizawa's eyes narrowed in confusion. "I said you can return to your old assigned seat." He said, his voice softer.

Clearing his throat, Izuku nodded and shrugged Aizawa's grip off of his shoulder and sauntered towards his seat. Inside, he was freaking out. If it wasn't for snapping him out of his thoughts, he would've had to return home because he'd have a panic attack without realizing it, but he didn't.

Not this time.

On the outside, he had been staring at the floor, unnoticed that the others were looking at him, but now he played it cool with a smirk and headed towards his desk and sat down with a smile. He sighed tiredly. This day is going to take awhile.

Later ~

He had been staring outside the window for some time now and he thought that maybe he should stop and pay attention to class, but he never did. He's answered questions here and there, but he wasn't really there answering them. His close-set crimson eyes, narrowed in boredom. He wasn't keen on going to school today; nevertheless seeing Bakugo instantly when he had gotten back, but things hadn't exactly gone the way he wanted it to.

Then the bell rang.

He fluttered his eyes closed as he suppressed a soft groan, exhaling a breath of stress he hadn't realized he had been holding. It felt as if he had been trapped in this classroom for the whole day, but he knew it wasn't true and that it had only been merely an hour. He felt himself stretch, yawning as he groaned tiredly. He sat up straight, leaned down and grabbed his bag and hoisted it over his shoulder. He stood back up and jumped startled when he saw his old group, standing beside his desk with excitement in their eyes.

"Hey Deku-" Uraraka smiled cheekily but frowned when Izuku raised his hand up to stop her and yawned again.

"Let me get one thing straight." Izuku yawned, closing his eyes and he leaned his head to the side. He opened one of his eyes and peered between Iida, Uraraka, Tsu and Todoroki who all had frowns on their lips. "Deku means stupid. Worthless. Vulnerable. I am not either of those things so there is no need to call me that-"

"But Midoriya, didn't you go through that with Uraraka?" Tsu asked, her brow confused.

"I did, but now I disagree." His soft gaze suddenly turned into a hard gaze, glaring at Tsu. "If I catch you calling me that stupid name, I will fight each and every one of you until you get it through your heads." HIs eyes wavered over the four of them before he rubbed his face and walked passed them. He didn't make it to the door before being stopped by Bakugo who stepped in front of him on purpose. Izuku scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Move Bakugo."

He heard the class stop and pay attention to the two. Bakugo growled and narrowed his eyes reaching forwards to poke Izuku in the chest, but with one swift movement, his hand was being gripped tightly by Izuku.

"I said-" Izuku's red eyes turned cold. He disliked Bakugo. Maybe that was the wrong word, he hated Bakugo and it was all thanks to his friends in Australia. They were the ones who made him realize that he never treated him once with kindness when he had learned he was quirkless.

Some friend he was.

"Move." He spat out the word venomously, growling just as loud as Bakugo had.

Suddenly Kirishima was there, chuckling nervously, getting between the two of us. His red eyes glanced back and forth between the both of us, but mostly at Bakugo, but the two ignored the red-head, standing tall as they glared into each other's eyes, a cold aura suffocating the hallways and the classroom behind them.

"H-hey guys, couldn't we just get a-alo-"

"Shut up, Kirishima." Izuku turned his head and glared at him. Kirishima froze. He never knew Izuku to be like this, but Izuku didn't care. Whether or not they still believe Izuku is the same cute boy, he wasn't and they had to see that.

Izuku turned his gaze back towards Bakugo. "Move and I won't blast you out of this building." He threatened. His voice still sounded cold and distant. "You don't know a thing about me. You don't know my past, my likings, my thoughts, my trauma, you don't even know my friend's names." Izuku inched closer to Bakugo's face and spat. It hit his nose. "You don't know me, Kaksuki Bakugo."

Bakugo growled and whipped his face, looking down at his sleeve that showed saliva. His eyes flashed a bright red and suddenly Izuku was faced with an explosion but he only smirked coldly. Izuku had been trained to deal with explosions, fires, police attacks, villain attacks, etc. He was experienced.

Just as his hand was thrown to his face, Izuku reached up and grabbed his arm, twisting it clockwise. He heard a snap and a pop and Izuku knew he broke his wrist. Kaksuki drew back and huffed big breaths, probably trying to hide the fact that he was in pain.

"DAMNIT IZUKU!" Bakugo screamed. "I CAME HERE TO TALK TO YOU BECAUSE-"

"You are not in the position to start talking to me, Bakugo." Izuku interrupted. Bakugo frowned, taken aback when Izuku talked so calmly. "You are nothing to me, but a narcissistic asshole who liked nothing else than to take advantage of other's who were beneath you, to boost about your quirk thinking you were better than everyone else, but you see the truth is-" Izuku stepped forwards and lifted Kaksuki's head up, looking into his eyes with pure hatred and calmness. "You're just scared."

"You know what?" Bakugo smiled and laughed, coaming his hand through his hair as he looked away for a second. "Your right."

Izuku frowned. "I'm so-"

"Your right." Bakugo looked back over to Izuku, a glint in his eyes. "I was a selfish child, but you want to know why?"

Kirishima stepped in, pleading in his eyes as he grabbed Bakugo's hands. "Babe please, you don't have to do thi-"

"Kirishima." Bakugo's eyes met with Kirishima's. "Let me do this."

Kirishima shut his mouth and looked away sadly.

"My mother was abusive. She called me weak, she put m-"

Izuku scoffed and put his hand up. "I don't need to hear your sob story, Bakugo." Izuku said, rolling his eyes annoyed. "You didn't have someone telling you to kill yourself. You had a choice whether or not to be kind to someone and guess what?" He glared at Bakugo. "You didn't stop bullying me until I left, fed up with your bullshit. I thought I needed you, I thought that you were the best person there was but the truth was you were the worse. You put me down just because you felt scared that I'd leave. You told me to kill myself everyday in midd[le school, you didn't like me because you didn't like a quirkless wannabe 'Deku-'" Kaksuki flinched at that name. "all because I didn't have a quirk."

"I know but-"

"But what?" Izuku asked, throwing his hands up in the air. "Now that you've changed, now that you're not the angry selfish narcissistic asshole I knew and grew to loved as we grew up, things are changed? It makes it all better? You didn't stop when my parents died!"

There was a gasp. A few murmurs.

"The thing is, you think I'm better off with you by my side. You think that you're good for me but here's the thing." Izuku turned his body away towards the door, no longer facing Bakugo and the others. "You were poison for my health so I left. I want nothing to do with you. I don't want to hear from you." He turned his head a bit and looked back at Bakugo glaring. "You're dead to me."

Within that said, he walked out.

The door shut quietly behind him.