Terminal Sinners

Chapter 3: Sludge in Places Where Sludge Don't Belong

Chapter 3: Sludge in Places Where Sludge Don't Belong

~I Z U K U~

Midoriya Izuku, as anybody who knew him could tell you, was not big on self-preservation.

Perhaps it was the two years of total isolation from his friends and family that made him this way, or maybe his mom just dropped him on his head as a baby and that part of his brain was permanently damaged.

Whatever the reason, Izuku had little to no care for what happened to him directly. It was for this reason that he never fought back when bullies from school would push him around. Though this angered Kacchan to no end, in his eyes, these were just kids who were brought up to think this way, due to society's view on quirklessness as a whole.

He did care, however, when others got hurt for no reason. Which is why he had originally stepped in when he saw the three bullies picking on a younger kid when he had come outside, and why he was currently holding himself back from separating their heads from their necks after what they said to Kacchan.

He knew that it was his fault that it had gotten this far, that if he had just let Kacchan rough them up a bit they wouldn't have had this issue, but that goes against everything Izuku stands for, and he was fairly certain that after what had happened in class earlier that day, Kacchan was already toeing a very thin line.

Which is why he felt such unbridled fury at the way these kids mocked Kacchan for being the bigger person. It was one thing to pick on the quirkless kid when you've been taught to think that way, it was a whole nother thing to actively try to hurt someone that you have no prejudice against.

And worst of all they mocked Kacchan. Kacchan. Izuku knew how much Kacchan absolutely hated being told what to do, hated the feeling of being looked down on, hated the feeling of being lesser than someone else, and yet his friend had still listened to him and stood down. Because he trusted him. And he got mocked for it.

And plus, Kacchan was Izuku's nickname. He wasn't about to let anybody else get away with using it.

Yeah. Midoriya Izuku was not a fucking happy camper.

They had gotten him so riled up, that before he even realized it, he had let a small amount of his bloodlust seep it's way through it's cage. He was just so incredibly angry and it was so hard to control sometimes. So he was okay with letting them have a little taste of it, if only to be able to prevent the oncoming fight. What he hadn't meant to do, however, was get Kacchan caught up in it. That was the last thing he ever wanted. For Kacchan of all people to be scared of him.

Because he knew Kacchan. He'd be embarrassed at how much it had affected him, and he'd inevitably lash out. He'd be angry that he had been frozen in fear so easily, especially when fear was an emotion that he had no prior knowledge of. And he'd be especially mad that Izuku had never told him about this little ability prior to this. Ugh. The walk home will be awkward. I'm not looking forward to this.

As quickly as he had let it out, he locked it back up, and the air pressure returned to normal. He, of course, was unaffected, and merely kept standing there staring at his three classmates trying to calm himself down, but the bullies and Kacchan all hunched over immediately, hands on their knees, gasping for breath.

When they finally recovered, the three boys looked up to him in utter fear and started to back away slowly. Kacchan stood up straight, but kept his head down, saying nothing. Izuku merely sighed before faking a bright smile and tucking his unruly hair behind a pierced ear. "Sorry about that. Let's just forget this ever happened. No hard feelings?"