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A Patient Song

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"If you want to be a hero, there might just be a way you could do it," Bakugo barely turned his body to look at the distraught mob of green hair.
"Pray you’ll be born with a better quirk in your next life and take a swan dive off the roof of the building." His lackeys laughed, patting Bakugo on the back while Izuku looked on in wide-eyed horror.
'you can't just say that to someone, can you?' With trembling hands, he placed his things back in the bag and walked passed the teacher who seemed to have looked over the obscene words of his student.
"Put some urgency in those steps, yeah? I got papers to grade and people to see, kitty cat." The man glared at the boy while fanning the stack of tests through the air. Izuku swallowed thickly, apologizing in a frenzy and putting the urgency in his step. He left his teachers presence, a curtain of fear draping around him as he walked through the clusters of students and out the front doors.
'What if I did it..' Izuku chuckled grimly and looked up at the roof, 'That would mean you instigated a suicide, Kacchan. Try to think before you speak.'

It had been a while since Izuku had arrived home that night, and he wished he had stayed out longer. If there was one thing his mother was good at, it was criticizing his useless quirk. Every day was a banquet of sarcastic remarks, harsh tones, silent treatments, you name it.
"I thought I told you to put away the dinner, problem child." Inko groaned from the doorway.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Izuku moved to get up, "I'll do that quick."
Inko put out a hand, stopping the boy.
"If you can't even remember a simple task like cleaning up food, how could you ever become a hero with a stupid quirk?" She snapped before slamming the door, hard. Izuku sighed and rummaged around in his drawers. Once he found what he was looking for, he slipped out his open window. With expert precision and focus, he climbed the windowsills to the roof, the place nobody went.

"Alls well that ends well, I guess." He muttered to himself as he pulled a Juul from his pocket. Whether it was a vape or alcohol, it usually found its way to his backpack. Nobody ever checked. Nobody cared. Nobody looked his way. If he had jumped from the roof after school, nobody would have noticed.
"Should I go with cotton candy," he looked from one hand to the other, "Or maybe some good old jolly ranchers?" With a couple more glances, he decided on cotton candy, his go-to on rough nights.
"Well, here goes nothing."
Izuku pulled his hood over his head and let his legs dangle off the edge of the roof. With a deep inhale, a sweet sensation filled his lungs and coated his tongue, sending him to a calmer state. The smoke drifted through the crisp air of the evening, whirling around him before disappearing into thin air.
"How about a goodnight song, whoever you might be?" Izuku yawned, gazing at the stars above him, his soulmate in mind. He thought, but for only a moment as the perfect song came to mind. The wind seemed to pick up on Izuku's intent, backing him up with a delicate hum.

"The sun is nearly gone
The lights are turning on
A silver shine that stretches to the sea

We've stumbled on a view
That's tailor-made for two
What a shame those two are you and me

Some other girl and guy
Would love this swirling sky
But there's only you and I
And we've got no shot

This could never be
You're not the type for me

And there's not a spark insight
What a waste of a lovely night...

You say there's nothing here?
Well, let's make something clear
I think I'll be the one to make that call

But you'll call?

And though you looked so cute
In your polyester suit

It's wool

You're right, I'd never fall for you at all

And maybe this appeals
To someone not in heels
Or to any man who feels
There's some chance for romance

But, I'm frankly feeling nothing

Is that so?

Or it could be less than nothing

Good to know
So you agree?

That's right

What a waste of a lovely night

But I'm frankly feeling nothing

Is that so?

Or it could be less than nothing

Good to know
So you agree?

That's right

What a waste of a lovely...night~"
A strong sense of calm flowed over him as the words flowed past his parted lips with a still harmony. Each word spread into the night air and graced the upper floor of the apartment building. It danced with the steam of the hot chocolate vendor down the street and squeezed through the opening of every window in town. Applause rang through the streets, breaking Izuku from his current daze.
"At least my singing is something.." he muttered, packing his things back up and climbing back down to his room. He had almost forgotten to submit his online test for UA.
"Time to ace this bitch." Izuku mused, looking in the general area of his soulmark.
"Time to ace this so you won't find me as repulsive as these guys do."

Izuku had passed the exam with flying colors. Every question was answered perfectly. So perfectly that his 7th-hour teacher was informed of how much he impressed the principal at UA.
"So Midoriya," He called at the beginning of class, "I was contacted by the principal of UA about you." A genuine smile was gracing his lips.
"I-is that a bad thing?" Izuku spoke up, genuinely surprised when his teacher let out a laugh.
"Not at all. You're the first kid to ever pass the written exam with a perfect score and beyond!"
Izuku froze. Perfect score? Better than perfect? All he had done was take a couple of drags from his vape and look at his inner thigh, imagining his soulmark. But better than perfect!? How the hell?!
"Now, don't let this get to your head, kitty cat. Just because you passed the written part doesn't mean you'll pass the quirk testing." Izuku nodded, knowing he was going to bring up his quirk at some point. Whispers began to echo around the classroom. Some were impressed, and some were pissed. But Izuku could live with that.

"YOU DAMN NERD! HOW DARE YOU SHOW ME UP! YOU MUST BE FUCKING INSANE!" Bakugo raged, shoving Izuku to the ground behind the school.
"Well," Izuku sighed, standing up and brushing himself off, "You're lucky I find sanity highly overrated, Kacchan." Bakugos faced was morphed to one of pure agitation. NOBODY talks back to him. EVER!
"WELL FUCK YOU!"
"Is that an invitation?"
"You fucking SICK BASTARD!" Bakugo shouted, sending explosions in Izukus general direction.
"You say that like it's a bad thing?"
"What the hell is wrong with you!?"
"Do you want a list?"
"Just shut the HELL UP! SHUT. UP."
"Thanks, but I function better without unsolicited advice."
"ARGH! GO TO HELL YOU DAMN TWAT!"
Rage boiled in the blond boy's skull, steam flowing from his ears and down his body. 'this isn't going to be a fast recovery, I'll say that much.' Izuku thought as the world around him began to fade from the vibrant colors of Bakugos quirk. And suddenly, he was out.

It had been months of relentless training for Izuku as he tried to prepare for the test. Hours and hours of hard labor, cleaning the beach to restore its original beauty. And as soon as his self-induced training began, the night before the test had arrived, and he was fitter than before. But like every night he was home, his mother never ceased to impress Izuku with her insults. And like every other night, he found himself on the roof with a Juul in hand. And with every rooftop adventure, he found himself singing to his soulmate. It was calming, like a little kid watching the clouds pass overhead.

"Where is the moment when we needed the most?
You kick up the leaves, and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue sky's faded to gray
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carrying on

Stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces every time
And I don't need no carrying on

'Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile, and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down, and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carrying on

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile, and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day

Sometimes the system goes on the blink, and the whole thing it turns out
Wrong
You might not make it back and you know that you could be well, oh, that
Strong
And I'm not wrong

So where is the passion when you need it the most?
Oh, you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

'Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You see what you like
And how does it feel one more time?
You had a bad day
You had a bad day"

No noise rang through the streets but a small laugh from a windowsill across the way. It made sense. It was already midnight. With that, Izuku hopped down and slid through his bedroom window with the courage of a lion.
"Goodnight, Izuku.." He mumbled to himself before stripping down to his boxers and getting to bed. 

Tomorrow would be a new day.