Bauer

Resolution

    The thirteen year old's eyes snapped open, panic rising as he looked around his room. He sat up, calming his unsteady breath as he realized where he was. He was in his room, not the closet.

    The closest.

    Izuku shuddered at the thought. He quickly got up and got dressed, ignoring the itch of the old bandages wrapped around his body as he put on his school uniform. He grabbed his backpack and tip-toed out of his room as quietly as he could, careful not to wake his mother. He grabbed a slice of bread off the counter and hastily left, not daring to take anymore then that for fear of his mother’s punishments.

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    He arrived at school a couple minutes before class started, and as usual he was pulled over by his tourmenter.

    Kacchan.

    “Where do you think you're going, Deku?” he sneered as he grabbed Izukus shoulder. He could feel the heat rising in Kacchan's hand and he knew he was going to get burned. Izuku flinched as small explosions charred the skin on his shoulder, a familiar pain erupting from his blackened skin.

    “Tsh.” and with that, Bakugou walked off, his goons following. the day passed by rather quickly, and there were no real problems until the last period. The teacher walked up to the front and started talking about careers and the high school selection process.

    “I would hand these out, but who are we kidding, I know you all want to become heros!” the teacher stated, getting an excited response from the class as they all showed their quirks off. Izuku closed in on himself a little more, a feeling of despair settling in his gut as he watched all his classmates with their amazing quirks.

    Something he didn't have.

    Bakugou scoffed and stood up. “Don't lump me in with all these damn extras!! The best they’ll ever be are some D-ranks’  loser sidekick.” he spat, anger lacing his words.

    “Oh yeah, Bakugou. you wanted to go to U.A, didnt you?” the teacher stated. Bakugou’s face contorted into one of pride and ego. Murmurs around the class filled the air.

    “Doesn't U.A have a super low acceptance rate?” someone said. “Yeah like 2%” another person added on. “I thought it was 0.2%?” someone added in questioningly.

    Bakugou just scoffed again, his mouth slowly setting into a grin.

    “I already took the mock test, and I aced it!” he yelled, swimming in all the attention.

    “Oh yeah, Midoriya. you want to go to U.A as well, don't you?” the teacher said, knowing exactly what he was doing. Suddenly, all the attention was brought onto him, and the class burst into laughter. “You think you can be a hero? Your quirkless!” “So stuipid!” “You’d die in the entrance exam!”

    Shit.

    Jabs and insults came from all around the room, but it was nothing he wasn't used to. He sat in his chair, willing for the day to just end already. He could sense the rising anger in Bakugou, yet the angered teen made no move towards him.

         Until the bell rang.

          The teen stomped up to him just as Izuku was packing up and charred his desk with a few small explosions. At this point, everyone had left the classroom except for himself, Bakugou, and his two lackies.

    “USELESS DEKU!!! YOU WOULDN’T EVEN BE ABLE TO SAVE A FLY!” the angry boy shouted, his hands erupting into even more explosions. Izuku opted to continue packing his bag. Bad idea.