"What does ______ have that I don't..."
Deku's POV
let's start from the Beginning, shall we! It all started in middle school. On July fourteenth.
As I mutter done the stairs to retrieve my now soaked notebook, I trip over my untied lasses. The whole class next to me chuckles and points. I keep my head done and speed walk to my book.
By the time I get done to the fish-filled pond, A few Koi's have nibbled there way at the book at all angles.
"My dreams have turned into fish food.." I say as I watch them nom at my notebook.
"That's enough, give it back."
I snatch the book, and the fish faded into the Murky water. I stare at the partially damaged book.
"Damn it.." I mutter. Continuing to blankly stare.
'Hero Analysis for the Future' it states.
"Stupid.. Jerk." I whisper as Bakugo stares at me from the second floor window.
Bakugo's POV
"Stupid Deku." I scoff as he runs down the stairs to get that useless book of his.
As Tsubasa laughs hysterically, I watch Deku stare upon fish in the small pond. After a moment he snatches the book from the Koi fish almost in frustration.
He turns around and we interlock eye contact from the ground to the second floor of this hell whole of a school. Tears stroll down the Nerd's face. Mild guilt closes in on me. I twist around to the dunce face I call friend.
"Worthless Deku!" Tsubasa chuckles as he passes the miserable boy, his tears still fresh.
"Tch." I grunt. That was my way of excusing Tsubasa behaviour, of course I don't feel bad for Deku.
"He's a Quirkless Nerd." I state to no one but myself, as I toss my bag into the closet.
"Deku."
