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THIS WAS HONESTLY JUST SOME RANDOM THING I HAD TYPED OUT FOR A MINI PROLOGUE OF SOME SORT BY I KINDA LIKED IT SHORT. SO NOW ITS A TEASER.

I WILL WRITE MORW IF PEOPLE LIKE THIS. I HAVE A REAL TWISTED MIND SO, LIKE ALL MY STORIES, IS GONBA BE KINDA DARK. SO!

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Izuku had gone through years of ridicule and pain. The laughter that echoed in his head whenever he so much as saw the horrid exposed stitches that covered his body.

Dozens of long strings that crossed and weaved through his skin, under and over, made him seem as if he was a living puppet.

He was lucky enough to have hidden most of them under his clothing, but the dark red stitching that made it's way vertically down his face couldn't be hidden.

Nor could he compleatly hide the nightmare that dwelled within his fingers and wrapped around his hands.

Midoriya's ears rang endlessly as Bakugou pinned him against the cold classroom wall. Eyes dancing frantically around the room trying to avoided eye contact with the blond, who snarled at the timid, stitch covered, boy.

"You're pathetic Deku! How could someone as frail and weak as you, ever make it into Yuuei!?" The blonds voice echoed in Midoriya's head, his chest being pierced by the painful truth.

"Someone like you, a quirkless masochist, could never become a pro!"

"M- masochist?" Midoriya studdered as he tried to hide this face under his arms.

Bakugou relentlessly grabbed one of his arms and yanked down his sleeve revealing his arm. Thick, horrid, and poorly done stitching ran across his arm running above and below his skin.

"You're discusting! Absolutely grotesque, covered in stitches for no reason," Bakugou pinched his fingers over one of the thicker stitching on Midoriya's forearm causing the timid boy to frantically grab at his arm.

"N-no! K- kacchan, don't t- touch them!" The boy pleaded as he tried to weaken the blonds grasp on his arm. He kicked at his legs and stomach, his weak attempt wasn't worth the effort.

Bakugou let go of Midoriya and stepped back from him, "Like hell I'd pull out stitches that deep!" Bakugou ran up to him as he sat their on the ground covering up his arm and kicked him in the stomach.

Tears running from Midoriya's eyes as the pain swelled through his body. The pain traveled through his stitches and into his hands, the feeling of brutal, skin piercing, needles attacking his body one after another at a rapid pace.

Bakugou left the boy quivering in pain and scoffed.

No one came to his aid and he was left to deal with the pain of piercing needles until it finally faded. His ears ringing with the pounding of his heart.

He got onto his feet and wore a weak smile with teary eyes as he made his way and began to leave the school. His scruffy undone hair falling wherever it pleased and the threads of string that hung from under his sleeves.

A boy with a continuously shattering mind always getting stitched back together only to be torn apart, and a body that permanently lacks the feeling of warmth.

Slowly he walked the halls, laughter from the other students echoed around him. Footstep after footstep, until he made it out the doors.

aaand, scene.

Well hoped u luked it. - pfff spelling donts mattser