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Warnings: Self Harm, Suicide, and the likes. This is still a WIP so be patient!!
Ever since Midoriya Izuku was young, he's ALWAYS wanted to be a hero- chasing after that dream as if it were his only savior in life, and it was. Dreaming of the day he'd be side by side with THE Bakugou Katsuki! Maybe they'd be partners- friends even! Maybe- Maybe...!
BAM! "You extras could never be seen by me once I become a hero!" Bakugou shouted as the class was crowding him, still to this day awed by his explosive quirk.
"Alright class, today is the day you'll submit the high school you'd all want to get into!" The teacher said loudly, obviously annoyed at the volume of the students. "I know a good amount of you would like to get into UA High," He glances at Katsuki Bakugou, his hateful stare evident. "-but we all know that a lot of you wont be making it in." finishing off by looking at Izuku Midoriya, causing the children to laugh.
"Stupid Deku wouldn't even get the privilege to stand in FRONT of the school." Bakugou shouts, shooting a glare at Midoriya which causes him to shrink in his seat. Midoriya never liked being the topic of discussion, but it was hard when you had THE Katsuki Bakugou, future number one hero! As kids, he wouldn't have even thought to say such mean things to him, but now its as easy as drinking water. Midoriya ducks his head in his arms to hide from the classmates, pretending to sleep which causes the teacher to extend his arm to smack him in the head.
"No sleeping in my class, you brat!" He yells, but then finally goes back to teaching- you know, what a teachers supposed to do. As the teaching went on, Midoriya would stare at his sleeves- his eyes blank and zoned out. Pain. Pain. PAIN. He had to go clean it up, the blood was going through the bandages. HE HAD TO GO. NOW. He raised his other hand shakily, speaking quietly.
"Can I go to the bathroom...?" Midoriya asked quietly, the teacher giving a dismissive nod- as if he couldv'e give a fuck where he went, and he didn't. So he left. Dashing for the bathroom, a drop fell onto the floor. One, two, three, and he slammed the door and instantly put his arms over the sink after he pushed his sleeves up. Blood dripping down the sinks faucet, he turned the water in and repulsed at the sting as the blood and water practically filled the sink. Drip, drip, drip... His blank expression dulled further as he stared at the cuts on his arm, and they stared back with hatred. Repulsion. Envy. Anger.
Hatred for his classmates and their discrimination against him and the other classmates that would hide, fear that they would get bullied just like him. If anything, he hated *them* more. His kindness slowly wilted into an angry, dull, sad excuse of a human being. He didnt understand his lack of emotions anymore, at one point he would cry, scream, anything to get them away. It would never work. Once his emotions dulled out, they'd hit him more if he showed less emotion, so he forced himself to be more 'expressive' for them to stop.
Repulsed by the greed of his past friends, he would avoid them. Turning every corner of the hall with fear that they'd be there waiting to bully him, hiding in the bathroom stall during lunch as he tries listening for Bakugous booming voice. The classmates giggles and cackles as he gets thrown onto the ground, forced to eat dirt and 'die', girls trying-and failing- to cling onto Bakugou as he blasts Midoriyas face 'off'.
He finally rewraps his wrists and pulls his sleeves back down, opening the bathroom door and briskly leaving to go to class. His legs feel heavy every step he takes to his classroom, everything practically in slow motion as he thinks about the horrible man that he'll have to be in class with. Then, his thoughts quickly flash to an intrusive thought-...
"What if I just killed myself now to escape him?"
...What? What was that thought just now..? Surely he'd never think that way- a hero has to be strong willed! A hero has to be brave! A hero- was something Izuku was not. Due to that factor, there was only one way his legs were taking him. The roof top.