It hurts -2

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3rd POV-
"Man I hope I'm not late to my first day!" Izuku thought to himself. He had hoped to be at school earlier but was help up by his mother yelling at him and slapping him before leaving. He covered up the red hand mark with a big bandaid. You might wonder, why won't izuku ask for help?

Well Inko always told izuku that no one would believe him, and if he did tell anyone he would not live to see another day. Yeah that was a bluff from Inko but it sure worked. Izuku would not dare to tell anyone his exhausting life at home, to anyone.

As izuku was stuck in thoughts, he subconsciously walked straight into tall doors of class 1-A. "Oof." The doors swung open to reveal a third of the class staring at him. "Well that was an entrance!" Said a bubbly girl with brown hair. "Your that plain looking kid that saved me in the entrance exams!" She said. Izuku was taken back by that comment but replied "yeah that's me." In a quiet tone. "This is embarrassing" he thought. "Well hi! My name is Uraraka Ochaco. Nice to meet you!". "Nice to meet you too!" Izuku said. "What's your na-" as the pink cheeked girl was about to finish her sentence, a black haired, tired looking man, rolled in the classroom. Izuku turned around slowly and looked at him. "W-who are you" he said. The man was in a yellow zip-up camp bag and was sucking on a apple sauce pouch. "I'm your teacher. Now sit down." By now aaa the students were in class, scattered around. "TEACHER?!" Thought all the students. Quickly, everyone sat down in their assigned seats.

Izuku's POV-

I quickly walked back to my desk, but as I get there I saw a spiky haired boy in the desk right in front of me. "Oh no, I really hoped he would not be here! Not in my class anyways.." I thought as I sat down. This is going to be a long day.

Time skip; after school -
Izuku's POV-

Finally, school is over! Not that I hate going to U.A. But today was tiring.. I just want to lay down and listen to my usual playlist of music. "Hopefully mom won't treat me as bad as this morning.. I just want to make her prou-"
"HEY DEKU"
I stopped in my tracks and turned around slowly. I knew I would end up bumping into Kacchan at some point but I thought it would be at school. I hope he does not take long because mom strictly told me to get home on time today.. "Stupid nerd! How did you even get into U.A. You pathetic LOSER!"
"K-Kacchan! I- uh- hi.." CRAP what do I say?? "L-look, it's always b-been our dream to become hero's! And I won't give up!" I said shakily. "As if! A quirkiness wannabe like you should not even be in U.A.!" He growled. "Why don't you just take my advice from last year, eh?" He muttered as he turned around and walked away. I stood there, thinking about his words. "Take his advise, huh." I ran home thinking about the conversation we had. "I can't be late, I'm already late no!! I hope punishment won't be bad." A few minutes later I open the front door and see my mom, drunk on the couch.

"H-hey useless. Why a-are *hic* you fucking home late?!" Inko said, obviously angry about it. "I'm sorry mom I ran into someone on the way home." I quietly said. "I CANT HEAR YOU" She yelled. She grabbed an empty beer bottle from the table and I flinched at the sudden movement. "Get back late one more time and it won't turn out good for you fucking bitch!" She yelled as she threw the glass bottle at me. It hit me straight in the head and shattered. "AHH!" I squeaked and screamed. "STOP SCREAMING AND GO AWAY" mom yelled. I ran upstairs, crying and biting my lip, trying to distract myself from the pain. "STUPID KID BETTER CLEAN THAT UP LATER" she yelled. I ran to my bathroom and got out a big shard in my cheek. Blood was everywhere. "Ow ow ow!! Why can't I just have a normal life?" I muttered as I cleaned myself up. I looked in the mirror at myself. "Disgusting." "Useless" "pathetic" "why are you even trying". Those thoughts ran through my head, I sat on the floor, sobbing.

I ran a warm shower to clean all the dried blood and hopefully to get my mind off of things. "Tomorrow is another day, right?"

End chapter 2

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