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Getting out of class as fast as he could was the only thing he usually had going for him, but today life decided that he wouldn’t be as lucky.
The night prior Izuku had stayed up watching hero videos for his analysis notebook, he had found a blurry video of Eraserhead that he found on an underground heroes forum. The video was grainy as all hell but after re-watching it a few hundred times he was able to get, what he thinks is, a full analysis of the underground hero.
With bags under his eyes and an ache in his writing hand he was slow to realize that the ending bell had rung. He scrambled to shove his schoolwork into his busted old yellow backpack, but the acidic smell of nitroglycerin assaulted his nose. He knew he wasn’t going to make it home without a few burns.
Izuku closed his eyes and held in a whimper, he was preparing himself for the punch that was inevitably coming. He felt warm hands grab the collar of his school uniform pulling out of his seat and onto the floor.
The green haired teen was used to being Bakugou’s punching bag, he was really good at it apparently. After a few months not only did he old childhood friend use him for quirk practice but so did the other dickheads in his class.
Almost every other day Izuku came home with multiple cuts, bruises, and burns. And he wasn’t dumb, he knew Inko noticed them too she would stare at the scars that littered his arms.
A punch to his nose pulled Izuku back to his current issue, a gasp of pain shot through his face as he choked on his own blood. He held his nose and felt the prickle of tears burn in the corner of his eyes, he looked up at the blonde assailant that towered over him with his sparking fists clenched.
“Deku,” Bakugou hissed through his teeth. “What did I tell you about signing up for Yuuei?” he asked as he delivered a quirked punch to his stomach, Izuku let out a pathetic cry of pain.
A few of Bakugou’s lackeys wanted in on the fun and joined in on the kicking. Izuku curled into the fetal position and started bawling loudly, crying out to whatever gods there were to kill him and save him from this endless nightmare he seemed trapped in.
He couldn’t remember how long the kicking and punching went on but after what felt like years at all stopped. He naively hoped that the gods listened, unfortunately his few seconds of bliss were cut short when he was pulled face to face with a scowling red glare.
“If I see you at the entrance exam you’d better run as hard as you pathetic self can carry you.” Izuku heard his shoulder sizzle where Bakugou’s hand rested.
That was the freckled teens last warning before he felt his bile and lunch rise to the back of his throat from the pain and anger running through his small quirkless body. In a brilliant moment of unfiltered rage he decided to puke his guts onto Bakugou’s ugly mug.
His bullies lept back with cries of disgust, Izuku tried not to smile with his bruised pride as Bakugou looked sick. Vomit was on the front of his middle school uniform and his face, the blonde stumbled his way out the door with a pale face.
The rest of the kids had followed his lead, leaving Izuku to limp his way back to his bag and out of the school. His wounds were slowly oozing and his ankle hurt to walk on but he pushed himself to get home and take care of them.
Walking through a dark tunnel on his way home Izuku couldn’t help the feeling of dread that washed over him. He started limping faster, the other side was so close but it wasn’t close enough.
The sound of the sewer grate rattling made him stop in fear, he had no time to turn around as a slimy substance curled around him. “Thanks kid, you’re my hero!” Izuku felt his blood run cold, suddenly the slime was forcing himself down his throat and nose.
He couldn’t breathe, after his small victory with Bakugou he was going to die and no one would even mourn him. “This will only last a few seconds, so please hold still.” The teen tried to call out for someone, anyone, to save him but all of course all that came out was gurgling.
Just as his vision was going dark he heard a muffled shout but he couldn’t recognize any of the words that were being spoken.
He couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer, he was so tired.
He decided to close his eyes for a bit, he was just so goddamn tired.