Addict BNHA Shouta x OC

A friend?

To say that going to school with a hanger over was hell for Clover, was an understatement. It was like she landed in the bottomless pit of hell. Walking to class she ignored the judge mental stares of her not being in uniform and prepare herself for another day of hell in that class.
Clover didn't even know if she had a quirk and it's probably making other kids jealous she got put in 1-A for no reason.

As she slid open the door all eyes were on her, she felt crowded like back at the building.

"𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒"

It haunted her, tortured her, the only nights where she didn't have nightmares was when she was high off of morphine. All the girls in class 1-A mean mugged her while the boys side eyes her and some drooled over her. One particular person walked up to her to greet her surprising not only Clover but the rest of the class as well.

"Good morning Clover how was your weekend?" He asked as he greeted her with a smile. Clover didn't know what to do, nobody showed her this much kindness before and it was only a simple question. She panicked and nodded and went to her desk.

While she looked out the window waiting for her teacher to come in she heard whispers.

"She didn't even acknowledge us how rude."

"I know right like she thinks she's better than us"

"Her body is amazing did you see those curves."

"Man her rack was totally busted up."

Clover shuddered at the last to comments. She hated people complimenting on her body because it reminded her of all those men. But she also craved compliments from men she hated boys she wanted to feel like she did something right, she wanted her teacher to acknowledge her, praise her, make her feel wanted.

But she knew he wouldn't care, nobody does for Clover. And that's why drugs and booze became her best friend.

The class bell rang and in walked her teacher.
"Morning class right now I'm tired and don't care what you do work on some work from yesterday talk just let me sle-" and he dropped to the ground.

The class erupted into chatter, everybody in groups leaving clover the odd one out. She just looked out the window. She hated to admit it but she was beautiful. Developed more than anyone in the class, she just needed to get her strength back up. She saw how girls envied her, wishing they could be her.

She hated it. Those girls will never know what she went through. And they never will. Clover was looking out at the window when she felt someone tap her shoulder. She jumped and turned around to be faced with a smile freckles and green hair.

She was confused on why he kept trying to be nice to her. She walked in this class one day, hasn't said a word or anything. She tilted her head as to ask what is it he wanted and he snapped out of it a smiled.

"Hi Clover you seem to be lonely and I wanted ask if you wanted to train together." Is what he ask her. She was caught off guard. Not every SHE knows if she has a quirk and now he's asking to train.

"I I can't" she whispered. Izuku squatted down and asked why. Surely a person being transferred would be strong but what is it about her that's so miserable.

"Is something wrong Clover? I know we just met but you can talk to me. I promise I won't judge you." Izuku spoke again. Clover lifted her head up and for once after all those years she felt pure warmth that she had before she was casted away to a drafty dreary place.

"I ... I don't know if I have a quirk or not." She whispered and she felt her eyes starting to water.

Izuku eyes widens slightly and he sets his hand on her back makin her jump and look at him terrified.

"I can't do this I need to leave." She said to herself as she booked it out the classroom.

"Clover wait!"Izuku shouted. He tsk and runs after her making everyone shout out after him.

Clover ran to the farthest bathroom and hid in the farthest stall. And just let the tears flow.

"I can't do anything right." She whispered to herself. She got out a blunt and lit it. She inhaled the smoke to calm herself down.

She closed her eyes and let a single tear slide down her cheek and she layer up against the bathroom floor.

Izuku was out calling for Clover everywhere. He was just getting there when she has so much fear in her eyes when he touched her. He needed to make it right.

He stopped once he saw the farthest bathroom away from the school classr buildings. He smelt smoke and ran in.

"Clover? Are you in here?" He asked as he walked around. He heard sniffling and walked towards the sound.

"Clover I'm gonna come in the stall, is that alright with you?" He asked gently as his hand was on the door knob.

Clover let out a yes and Izuku opened the door and saw her completely broken down. She was huddled up in the corner, he saw the blunt next to her. He saw the tears, the guilt clouded his mind. He wanted to help her. She was screaming calling for help.

"Clover, I-"

"It's o-ok it's n-not your f-f-fault izu-Ku." She choked out. Izuku came closer to her and sat down.

"I know your not ready to tell me what happened to you. And if I'm being honest it's ok maybe I don't wanna know. But just know this Clover- he turned to her and placed his hand on her shoulder.- you have a friend ok?" He smiled at her.

Clover looked at Izuku shocked and her eyes watered all over again as she lunged and hugged Izuku bawling her eyes out.

Izuku just holded her and let her cry. Clover was happy she found a real friend. A friend she could talk to and not just use to get high. She had her goonies at the club but Izuku was different.

"Thank you Izuku." She whispered to him and she fell asleep. Izuku looked down at the girl asleep in his arms.

" Clover you aren't alone anymore I'm you friend and you have me. I'm not going anywhere." He said as he closed his eyes aswell.