Holding hands part 1

Holding hands always been normal.

Izuku Midoriya and Ochako Uraraka been doing that ever since kindergarten.

Kindergarten. Ochako always held Izuku's hand in leading whenever they go to school or home.

"Why do we always have to hold hands?" The green-haired boy ask as the two walk home together, hand in hand. And the girl in front him leading as usual.

"It something we always do." She simply answer as she turn back to look ahead. "It's very important."

"How?"

"Because it is."

The boy was gonna ask more, but they were almost home. So he put the question away in the back of his five year old mind.

And he never knew the reason why the hand holding was so important, like he never knew the blush creeping on the little girl's cheeks.

Later years in grade school

"What are you, a little brat?" A kid in Izuku's grade and some other corner the curly-haired boy to a wall during recess. "Why are you guys still holding hands? Do you always need to be led by someone?!" And they begin shoving the green-haired boy to
a wall, which he painful bounce off it for him get push again.

"This is fifth grade! Grow up you useless baby!"

"L-Leave me alone…" Was all the victim could do was mutter a plea and tears filling the edge of his eyes.

"Is this kid gonna cry now?! Why don't ya, baby boy?" And soon the bullies begin laughing, taunting their target for knowing how weak and useless they are.

"Leave him alone!"

All heads turn to Ochako. Standing tall and giving all the boy's an intimidating glare. "Leave my friend alone!"

"What are you going to do?" The ringleader asked annoy of the girl's presence.

She stay silent as she made her way to Izuku. Ignoring the glares she receiving from them as she just stood there right in front of the frightened boy.

She grab his hand and begin storming off, away from the bullies, and with Izuku trailing behind.

She look back at them and just stick her tongue out. "Who wants to waste time with dummies like you!"

And Ochako and Izuku continue walking away from the early scene.

"Are you okay, Izu—" She turn to her friend with a concern face, but instead witness his hands slapping away hers. "...ku…?"

"Why…?" He ask in a low voice as some tears begins streaming down his face. "Why don't you grow up too?"

"Huh?"

Never have the brunette seen such a raging expression from the boy she known for years.

"If you quit the hand holding, maybe people wouldn't think I'm being treated like I'm some baby!" Tears streaming down more in rage than pity. "Then maybe I wouldn't be getting crap from others and wouldn't be looked downlike those boys earlier!"

"How long—" She tries to quickly ask the question of how long have he been bullied for.

"Enough of this baby crap!" Their eyes meet, rage clashing against fear. "I hate to agree with them, but we're in fifth grade now! We need to grow up!"

He left the girl behind as he said his last words.

"It's best for me if we just never see each other. I'm better off without having you around anyway."

And just like back in kindergarten. Izuku never notice the faces she makes when he's behind her.

This time, he's front of the girl, but he turn away and walk straight ahead.

Never noticing the multiple tears pouring out of the girl's eyes.

And the question was still left in the air and mind of both of the torn apart kids.

Sequel soon...