Looking in the mirror he saw a collection of discolored marks decorated across his body, some stretched along his sides, while others covered his back and abdomen, but they were nothing compared to the bloody condition of his face.

But Kiri wasn't in the bathroom to treat his injuries, he was there to make more of them. Slowly he pried the blade out of a shaving razor and stared at it for a moment, as if he was pondering whether or not to go through with it. But as the scars on his arms tempted him, he was quick to bring the blade down, making horizontal lines up to his elbow.

Relief was quick to wash over him, it made doing harm to his body worth it and he didn't regret it even as he felt the jolts of pain when he bandaged his injuries.

Kiri was one of the few people who didn't have a quirk, which basically meant he held a sign that said 'beat the shit out of me' to his classmates, more specifically Bakugou.

Not only were there bruises on him, there were large burn marks, "somebody should put him in a fucking straight jacket," he cursed to himself as he stepped out. He was alone at his house as usual, he didn't mind it too much, his family wasn't really one he enjoyed being around.

Besides, he didn't want to have to explain his current condition, despite being a victim, he was sure his parents would find some way to place the blame on him. As if he was the raging blonde psycho who didn't let go of someone, even as they were screaming with smoke coming off them.

Just thinking about the burns made them sting all over again, he wished he could switch places with Izuku, or, as Bakugou liked to call him, 'Deku'. His torment wasn't even considered painful compared to his, and at least he had a half-decent mother to go home to and the end of the day.

As if being born quirkless wasn't bad enough, he also had to be in the same school as him, have a shitty home life, and not have a single outlet for his torture.

But he was going to prove everyone wrong. While he may be quirkless, one thing that people couldn't take away from him was his brain, he'd been studying countlessly over the years, while others were busy living the best 3 years of their lives, Kiri was studying to get into U.A. Highschool. The most prestigious hero school in the country.

Sure he may not have a quirk, but there's no way a school like that would care only about quirks. The dream of someday walking through the walls of U.A. was enough for him to suck up the daily beatings given to him by his classmates, because he knew that things would change this year.

It was his final year, meaning he was eligible to take the U.A.'s entrance exam. U.A. was also the reason for his beating today. For some reason his piece-of-shit teacher felt the need to announce the names of everyone who had signed up to apply there, when his was called out, it was met with a round of laughter from everyone. Unfortunately, Bakugou wasn't content to just laugh it off like everyone else, before he had left him on the floor bleeding he said to him "if I ever see you at the entrance exam, I'll make you regret it."

It only motivated him to study more, which he did. Pulling up a chair he sat down and opened up his books. He liked reading in advance to prepare for his teacher's lectures, which was why despite his lack of a quirk, he still consistently scored the highest in exams. While he was reading through the material he felt a headache forming but before he could grab some water, blood drops appeared on his paper, falling from his nose. It was followed by him falling to the floor.

TOMORROW MORNING

"Uuuugh, what the-," Kiri woke up on his bed. "How'd I end up here?" he asked himself, the last thing he had remembered was studying. He got to his feet to freshen up, not wanting to be late to school, unfortunately as soon as his foot touched the floor, he collapsed to his knees. His entire body felt sore and he struggled to put weight on his legs, it was a painful process to get to the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror he remembered his nosebleed, and was surprised to see that there wasn't any sign of blood. Despite the odd morning, he chalked up the nosebleed to be the result of the beating and figured he must have woken up in the night to clean it off but forgot.

Washing up, he headed out to grab the bus. Due to him not being able to do so last night, he started quickly going through his notebook, and after sometime, arrived on school grounds. Entering his classroom he went to his usual seat in the corner, the insults and profanity written on the desk were a clear indication he was in the right place. He was happy to see that the homeroom teacher was early, things could get risky when Bakugou realized there wasn't a teacher to keep him in line.

Bakugou, he noticed, wasn't in class this morning. In fact a very significant chunk of the students weren't in class today. "Maybe they're sick or something?" he thought to himself.

"All right class, I'm sure most of you have heard the news about Motsuro already, it's also the reason why some of your classmates aren't here…"

Motsuro, the name left a bad image in Kiri's head, he was always with Bakugou and was an insecure brat. He always wanted to prove himself to Bakugou, but despite not being strong or reliable in any shape or form, he settled with being able to entertain him.

Which often meant he'd be the one to join in on beatings, defile his stuff and overall be a nuisance to him. Just as long as he was able to make Bakugou laugh, he had no problem doing all sorts of things to Kiri.

"If you're not aware of the situation, Motsura was unfortunately…injured yesterday," the way he said that made Kiri curious, why would he hesitate in the middle of the sentence. But before he could come up with an answer he noticed the whispers around him.

"I heard it was an animal"

"No way that could have been a human"

"Poor Motsuro, he must be scarred"

It was clear this wasn't any ordinary injury. "Because of his critical condition, today will be a self-study period. You are welcome to focus on any course you feel behind on, the principal has also notified your other instructors. Please be sure to also visit Motsuro in the hospital when you can, I'm sure your hospitality will be appreciated by him."

Kiri was in a good mood, not only was his main bully away today and his lapdog in the hospital, he was also free to just study all day. It's true that might make him sound like a nerd, but he enjoyed the simpler things in life.

RING RING RING

The bell for dismissal rang and Kiri was surprised as to how fast the day went by. It felt nice being able to relax and not have to worry about when the next punch or kick might come, though his happy thoughts were short lived.

"Oy, freak!" Kiri stopped, already his chest tightened as he knew who that voice belonged to. Bakugou. "Oh, hi Bakugou, you weren't in class today," he sheepishly tried to make small talk in an attempt to prolong the inevitable. "I didn't see you at Mosura's room. Don't tell me you weren't planning on going."

Kiri remained quiet for a moment, he knew that Bakugou wasn't exactly friends with Motsuro, but he was still somewhat connected to him. Therefore he must at least be somewhat concerned over what happened to him. Which meant that Kiri had a small chance to get out of this situation without any pain.

"W-what, don't be silly. I was just heading over there right now," Kiri lied through his teeth. But it seemed to work, Bakugou hadn't called him out or ran at him with his fists on fire. Yet.

"Is that so? Fine let's go then, I'll join you," Kiri let out a breath of relief. It seemed Bakugou had bought his act and the current circumstances must have done well in cooling his temper. Soon they were walking together to the local hospital. From a stranger's point of view it may seem like two friends were going to visit another friend, but he knew how far that would be from the truth.

"Hello, what can I do for you boys?" asked a bubbly receptionist. "We"re here to see Motsuro," Bakugou curtly answered for the both of them. Soon they were led to his room, inside it had been packed with chocolates, balloons, and get well soon cards.

But in his mind, Kiri knew everything was just for show. People didn't actually care about Motsuro, they just wanted to give off the appearance that they were caring people who wouldn't leave a poor injured classmate alone. The lack of genuinity disgusted him.

Arriving at his room, horrified was an understatement and quickly he ran out. "Hey, where the hell are you going?" Bakugou asked as he ran after him, he must've thought that Kiri was running away. When in reality he was looking for the nearest garbage can, soon enough today's breakfast and last night's dinner came spewing out in the form of a green liquid. Which was also enough for Bakugou to get off his case.

It wasn't just Motsuro he saw back in the room, instead it was a Motsuro who had looked like he'd been hit with hammers with broken teeth, bloodied eyes, fingers and bones protruding out in all the wrong directions.

Still hunched over the garbage can, "I don't blame you, I was shocked too when I saw what happened to him," Bakugou said. "W-what happened?" asked Kiri, still recovering on the floor.

"What! You mean you don't kn-" Bakugou stopped talking halfway, realizing that on top of being a total loser, Kiri's parents weren't around much, meaning he didn't hear about the school email.

"They say he was attacked last night, on his way home from my house. At first, looking at the injuries, the police thought that an animal did it. But with closer inspection it was a person, a twisted sick bastard did this to a kid."