Chapter 3: Izuku Midoriya Final Part

As the final bell of the school day rang, the students in the classroom broke into their respective groups as they headed out of the building.

Gathering his belongings, Izuku had only put on one shoulder strap—

-Slam!

"Hold on buddy, where do y'a think you're going?"

Raising his gaze — he was met with the smirk of a nondescript, black-haired teen. "…It's Suzuki-kun, right?" He tentatively asked, with a slightly troubled look on his face.

"Oi, Oi, don't tell me you actually forgot about me. How cruel, Midoriya-kun!" Suzuki whined, pouting his lips together.

Izuku tightened the grip on his bag. "I-It's not like—"

"Ah, don't worry about it!" The teen cut him off, the smirk returning to his face, as he slung an arm around his neck. "More importantly, there's someone who wants to see you. You could say he's been waiting allll day!"

Izuku stiffened under his grasp.

"You know who I'm talking about, don't you?" Suzuki placed his lips beside Izuku's left ear. "You should've expected as much, when you chose to disobey him." Pulling away, he playfully tapped him on the back. "Let's go." Walking to the open door, of the now empty classroom, he glanced back at the motionless Izuku from the side. "You're only making things worse for yourself by making him wait longer." Having said his piece, he resumed his steps.

A thousand thoughts bounced around Izuku's head, before he finally bit his lower lip and followed Suzuki's lead.

Under the setting sun, the shadows warped, stretching longer across the winding hallways. All Izuku could hear was his own pounding heart, and the footsteps in front of him.

"We're here."

Izuku cringed, looking like a deer caught in a headlight.

Suzuki shook his head with equal parts contempt, as well as pity. "What can I say man — you reap what you sow." Opening the emergency fire exit door. "Go on." He gestured.

Izuku contemplated running for a second, but when he recalled what led to the current set of events that notion completely disappeared from his mind.

Taking a step forward, 'Be brave. I'm not wrong—'

The sudden sucker punch to the back of his head, caused Izuku to nearly fall to the ground. The whole world spun around him as he staggered into the metal box in front of him, containing the koi fish, his knees just barely above the ground. Before he could even process that he was yanked backwards by his collar cuff, his head slamming into the hard gravel. He muffled back the scream, he so desperately wanted to let out.

"Nerd-kun's trying to play it tough, eh?"

A figure squatted beside him. Even though his vision was swimming, Izuku knew that damn blond hair from anywhere.

"How about it?" The figure grinned in an almost a animalistic manner at him. "Have you changed your mind?"

-Ptu!

"Screw…you…Kacchan!" Izuku glared up at him from the ground.

Wiping the spit of his face, "You're gonna fucking regret that, Deku." Was all the warning he got before he received another hard kick to the gut. And another one. And another one…

The greenette had lost track of time, only that at some point he coughed out his blood and lunch.

Snarling in disgust, Katsuki pulled a dazed Izuku up by the roots of his hair. "Still gonna play tough?"

"…"

"Fine, have it your way!" He snapped. "GET ME HIS FUCKING BAG!"

"Here y'a go, boss!" Suzuki kicked the backpack towards the two.

Unzipping it Katsuki violently shook all of its contents onto the ground, his eyes brightening when a particular item fell out. "Hey, HEY!" He said, snapping his fingers to get Izuku's dilated eyes to focus on him. "You care about this fucking thing, don't you?"

The greenette gasped in recognition, weakly lunging for the item — only to meet air.

"Tsk! Tsk! I suggest you cool your head Deku otherwise," he raised it over the surface of water. "You're precious diary gonna becomes fish food. So what's it gonna be?"

'I'm not wrong for wanting to go to UA, I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong, am I—'

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" A voice called out from above. Katsuki tore his gaze away from Izuku for moment, meeting the seething glare of a balding middle-aged man, sticking his head out from a classroom window, on the middle of the third floor. "WHAT ARE YOU KIDS STILL DOING AT SCHOOL — HOLD ON, I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!"

Clicking his tongue, "This ain't over Deku." Katsuki said dropping the notebook into the small tank, before walking off with his hands in his pockets.

"You could've at least fought back, dude." Suzuki said as he walked past him. The other two students offering their own snide remarks, before running up to catch up with Bakugo and the black-haired teen.

Izuku stared blankly up at the sky — a small murder of crows flying overhead, crying fiercely, as they pushed on against the wind.

He gingerly rolled to his side, pressing his forearms into the ground. He rested there for a moment, before raising his butt to the air — pushing one foot to the ground, and then another — catching himself against the steel frame of the tank, as he stumbled forward. Breathing heavily, "That's…not…fish food." He muttered, fishing the notebook out of the water. Shaking out as much of it as he could, Izuku flipped to a certain page not expecting much, but still couldn't help but be disappointed by the results — all that remained was smudge and ink.

He walked over to his school bag with a small limp in his gait, shoving his things back inside. Zipping it shut, he grimaced in pain despite his best efforts, as he slung it strap-by-strap onto his back — hobbling his way back home.

To respond to the reviews left by theo1400 and a guest user: Izuku will be getting his own quirk, but he'll still be getting OFA as a base (the quirk I've planned is useless on its own).

Unfortunately, this chapter wasn't as long as I would've liked it to be — I'll have to work out a better schedule when I get back to uni (I'm flying back tonight).

Side note: don't expect Izuku and Bakugo to get all buddy-buddy later on — it ain't happening in this fic.