"I heard he seduced that sensei to fuck him for a passing score"
"No way, what a fucking whore"
"Because of him that sensei ended up in jail for 'sexual harassment' what bullshit"
"Ruining everyone's life"
"Best if he just die, what a disgusting creep"
It had barely been a month since the start of the year and [m/n] was suddenly bullied like he was in the past. He walked over to his desk to see a flower pot with one bloomed flower in it, all over his desk were cruel words carved into it, so he couldn't even get rid of it. 'Bitch', 'Whore', 'Die', 'Fuck you' etc.
He tried his best to ignore it but he couldn't help the sick feeling in his gut, he couldn't help the tears glazing over his eyes. What did he do that was so wrong to deserve any of this.
Ah yes, second year of junior year, a lot happened this year, a lot that changed me to who I am now. But let's not jump too far ahead.
And for those that don't get why the flower on my table was shitty, you see in Japan whenever a classmate passes away, the other students place a flower on their desk as a sign of respect and stuff like that. So by them putting it on my desk is the same as telling me to seriously go die...
And even better my dad—if you can even call him that— was home more often now, which means more beatings for no fucking reason... yay...
Oh, and If you didn't get it from the conversations happening between my so called classmates... apparently word got out about what happened to me in sixth grade. My guess is that a parent must have heard about it somehow and told their kid who then blabbed about it to the entire fucking school.
But they completely butchered the story, because that story went from 'A' to a fucking 'E=mc2'. Like how did me getting almost raped turn to me seducing the disgusting bastard, you DUMB FUCKS...
Sorry... I guess I'm still bitter about the whole thing... Anyways, my whole life became a shit storm again. Before I was isolated for have a fucked up quirk and being weird... and as if that in itself wasn't bad enough now i'm a whore, a bitch, a home wrecker, and I'm 'easy'.
Sad isn't this...? but don't get the wrong idea I'm not asking for your pity, I don't need it.
"Oi! Scum!" A group of three boys yelled out to [m/n] who they saw washing his hands in the bathroom sink. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" [m/n] bit back not even bothering to face them
"Oh? someones got an attitude" the second one spoke out
"I thought the only thing that mouth could do was suck dick" [m/n] whipped his head to the side and glared harshly at them
"Piss off" he turned off the sink water and tried to leave but they all blocked his path
"Funny how you think you can just leave before we teach you a lesson" they all took a step forward making [m/n] move back to keep the distance.
"You better watch how you fucking talk to us, you little bitch" he threw a punch, hitting [m/n]'s right on his jaw sending him flying back and crashing into the cleaning supplies behind him. The impact making a cut on the corner of his lips.
"Tch, for someone so weak you sure have a big mouth" the boy kicked [m/n] right in the gut causing him to groan and clutch his stomach in pain. The final guy grabbed [m/n]'s collar and pulled him up. Then he grabbed his throat and pushed him into the wall
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Blood Bath (BNHA x Villain! Male! Reader)
Fanfiction*Record scratch* *Freeze frame* Hey, [m/n] here, I bet you're all wondering why and how I was murdered, right? • • • Not everyone wants to be a hero, not everyone can be like Midoriya Izuku and remain hopeful in the world that rejected him. And [l...