REEEEEEEE, I KNOW. I SUCK. LETS JUST GET THIS ON WITH.
Izuku sat in his seat, silently, head held in his hands, listening... Listening to hus classmates, their remarks, their taunts, their torture.
He couldn't do anything to prevent the pain, the scars. His teachers did nothing, his mother didn't even know.
A sudden pound on the desk made Izuku spring up from his seat and onto the floor, laughter erupting from everyone in the room. Except the boy who lie on the floor, startled, and fearful.
He looked up at the one who made him jump, seeing the same spikey blond haired boy he always knew.
Fear jolted through his chest, he could feel the strings twisting beneath his skin.
He hid his face behind his arms in a weak attempt to shield himself.
Bakugou grabbed Izuku's arm and yanked the boy to his face, a sinister smirk on the blonds face.
Everyone laughed as they watched Izuku squirm and struggle to get his arm free, but he couldn't do a thing. His nails dug into the blonds skin slightly, without Izuku's intention, making him wince.
He threw Izuku onto the floor and pinned him beneath his foot, pressing hard on his chest. Izuku, once again, struggling to free himself.
Paying not attention to the struggles of the boy beneath his foot, Bakugou looked at his arm, blood flowing from a newly formed cut.
In a burst of laughter was anger, he stomped on Izuku's chest causing him to cough.
"You pathetic piece of shit!!!" Bakugou yelled picking Izuku up by his collar, "You cut me!"
There were gasps coming from the kids in the room. Izuku struggling to even get out his own words.
"I- I didn't m- mean to!" He squirmed, attempting to keep Bakugou from moving his hands to his neck.
"You're so weak that you resorted to using a blade!?" Bakugou laughed in anger, "Where is it!?"
The blond threw Izuku onto the floor, hitting his head hard on a desk.
"I- I don't h- have a knife!" He lowered his head below his arms, cowering.
"Then explain," The blond demanded, "How the fuck did you do this?!"
He forced Izuku's head up and his eyes landed on the blood that streamed from his arm.
"I don't know..." He muttered.
"What did you say?" Bakugou growled.
"I- I don't know..." Izuku cried softly.
"I can't fucking hear you, speak up!" Bakugou snapped.
"I don't know!" Izuku yelled in fear, his voice breaking.
Bakugou was furious, slamming Izuku's head into the ground then kicking him full force into the stomach.
The green haired boy coughed up blood, followed by vomit. He choked on the foul liquid that rose through his throat, the stench filling the room.
Students gagged and Bakugou only growled at the weak boy at his feet.
Where is a teacher... why won't they ever help me? - Izuku wondered.
Tears fell from his face as someone walked into the room from the hallway. They said nothing, only turning and walking back into the hallway.
Falling to the floor, Izuku couldn't do anything. The vile dripped from his mouth, the pain pulsating throughout his body.
A few moments later and footsteps began running in the hall, and his classmates moved away from him. Teachers and faculty members rushed into the room.
Bakugou was taken out of the room and his parents were imideatly called to the school. As for Izuku, an ambulance was called, as well as his mother.
He was taken to a hospital and it was there that it was found that Izuku had a broken rib, a bruised lung, a torn scalp, a ton of bruising, and some internal damage to his stomach which was the cause of him coughing up blood.
He didn't remember how long he was in the hospital, he only knew that it hurt. Even when Bakugou came to apologize he could feel that it was only a front, hatred and anger dwelling behind these lies.
Izuku could see the small amount of stitching on Bakuou's arm. Seeing it made his skin crawl, he could hear the words echoing in his head, "Quirkless masochist," over and over and over again to no end as he fell asleep.
He could feel the stiches weaving their way in his skin where it had been torn. It ached, it burned, throbbing with pain.
It wasn't long until it was suggested that Izuku be taken out of public school for his safty, as well as other reasons not disclosed to him.
As much as he didn't want to be taken out, his mother made the final decision for him.
He had all the time in the world to take his courses at home and study for highschool exams at this point, his mother still on edge of letting him apply or not.
She could see the determination in her sons eyes, she pittied him. She hated that her son was treated so terribly, she only wanted to protect him.
Bu at the cost of keeping him from his dream?
She couldn't.
~A FEW DAYS LATER~
Izuku sat in his room and fiddled with the needles that came from under his fingers, trying to dull them to avoid any unintentional injuries.
The needles were strange, he couldn't quite put them into words. The long strings that pulled behind them, the dangers that they cause to him and anyone else.
It didn't matter what he did, if something happened... If his needles wove their way into someone else...
Izuku was frightened of the pain they would feel. Needles weaving underneath their skin, slowly tightening until their veins snap. An open wound oozing with blood and slowly draining them of life...
Izuku snapped into reality, the sudden prick of his finger shocking him.
I guess they can't be dulled... - He thought.
Izuku sighed, getting out of his chair and going to lie down on his bed. His hair messy, his stiches constantly getting caught on the fabric.
His mother calling him down to eat, which she had already done multiple times, failed to render in her sons ears.
He could hear the pulsing of his heart pounding in his head, the twisting of stiches in his skin.
Izuku wondered what it would take for him to make it into UA, could he even do it?
He lay there in silence, the sun slowly setting and the light in his room growing dimmer. Izuku began drifting off into slumber, but even there his pain would remain.
Y'all are gonna see what happens when ~~~~~oops spoilers, nevermind.