Writing
Izuku Midoriya would be the last to admit that he writes embarrassing works, but he does. Whenever something big happens, he always writes about it. If people found out, then he would be the talk of the school forever. He has a secret notebook, one that he kept at home, sheltered away. Unfortunately, he now left it in his dorm room, a very unsafe place full of hormonal teenagers. It's not like he didn't trust them, but he haven't shown anyone the notebook, ever.
His first entry was one he remembered dearly. He was ten at the time, recently learning that haiku's existed.
Kacchan goes boom boom
I'm used as a punching bag
Scars and bruises here
That was a day that he was kinda tired of his shit, of course he couldn't strike back though. He could've made a better one if he spent some time to think.
His next entry was when he was eleven, it was more of a vent than anything.
Birthday parties are supposed to be fun.
No one showed up at mine.
People should give you presents.
They gave be bruises instead.
They should cheer with you when you break the pinata.
They only laughed at me when they broke my nose.
They should have fun with you when you were swimming.
They had fun seeing me drown.
You should be able to feel happiness.
All I felt was my heart break.
It was is birthday that day, he was punched over and over again, until his nose broke. He then was forced into the fountain water, struggling to breathe until loosing conscious. He woke up in the nurses office the next day.
There were a lot more in the book. He eventually stated writing a bit more.
If warmth existed why am I still cold.
If love existed why am I breaking
If happiness was true why would I be sad
If your body heals why should mine die
If god is real why am I being tortured
He started writing even more depressing work:
Clear blue skies eventually go gray
Bright green leaves wither to dust
The humans learn to except it
Nothing stays the same, everything changes
The human eye never pays attention to small details
The way he flinches
The obvious pain
The fake responses
No one pays attention
Boys will be boys
They will punch
Break
Hurt
Harm
Bully
Until they crack
Blonde hair
Red eyes
Demonic smile
Explain to me how he isn't Satan
Izuku stopped writing in it for a while when he wanted to focus on his school work and analysis. He didn't forget about it though, he wrote in it again when he was fourteen.
Quirkless
If that means weak
Then just I'll just except it
After all, a weak hero is better than none at all.
There were many entries in that notebook. His favorites came after he met All Might.
Fight on, until you feel weak
Fight on, as your body takes flight
Fight on, as adrenaline flows through your blood
Fight on, as you are the worthy one
The last words in that one were from All Might.
Aside from just his poor attempt at poetry and angst, he also wrote down odd things that his classmates and teachers have said.
"Are peanuts the baby of peas and nuts?"
That quote surprisingly came from Tokoyami at three am.
"Do you think I'm hot?"
That was really funny,
Since Mineta asked it.
"Your hair looks like weed."
Sero said that while drunk
on chocolate milk.
"Do you think that stars are secretly agents sent out by the government to look over us when we do something against the law?"
Kaminari asked that question,
the answer was no.
"What, so they sit there with tiny little binoculars to just stare at us?"
Jirou replied to Kaminari's question.
She also found it quite hilarious.
"I want to be one of them, they must have seen so many big titti-"
Mineta was cut off by Tsuyu's tongue.
He didn't really find it funny, it was honestly just to document the Tsuyu slap.
"If 12am is the morning, and 6pm is the beginning of the night, then isn't 9pm the middle of the night?"
Tokoyami said this while Iida complained about his texting habits.
Those were just a few things that Midoriya has written in his book, he is soon approaching the last page of the book and wondering if he should show his classmates. After all, they did make up a large portion of the book it the first place.