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"Stand up." Izuku was down on his knees, his hands on the ground, still coughing like crazy. So much so that he thought for a moment that he was going to vomit again. When he finally managed to get over the tickle in his throat, he tried to stand up with his hands for supporting his exhausted body. He clenched his fists as this gesture resulted in disappointment and he fell onto his bruised knees.
"I didn't think you wouldn't be able to do even such a simple thing." If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it would be humiliation. When Tomura's words made the electrical wires in his brain rub against each other. Izuku finally managed to stand up, forcing his body, which was pricking with needles from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. Staring disgustedly at his vomit on the floor and straightening up, he muttered angrily, trying to keep himself from revealing his pain again.
"Last time I remember I was told my body needed time to get used to it, Tomura." Izuku made a single move, and his wounds that erupted again began to cover his bandages with hot liquid for the 10th time in a day. They were bleeding again and again, he was tired of it. One day, anemia would begin from these bleedings and they were going to find his body in one of the secluded streets.
Trying not to fall to the ground where he was, he crouched down and slowly dropped to the ground. Leaning wearily on the seat behind him, he threw his head back and brought it together with the cushion of the seat. He had been sleepless for days, but the only reason he hadn't felt sleepy until now was because of the fresh wounds under the bandages wrapped all over his body. Pain was always stimulating and sobering. His tired eye bags and bloodshot eyes were the only indications of his lack of sleep.
Tomura stared at the young man on the floor, his expression as neutral as the wall, not showing he was thinking. Although Izuku tried not to show it, it was obvious that the young man, who was a few years younger than himself, was having trouble. He leaned back silently, rubbing his forehead nervously.
"Well... Keep trying until the entrance exams. After that, you won't have a chance to fail even if you wanted to." He pressed his lips together for the last time before standing up and leaving the dim room, and he disappeared into the darkness as he turned around and made his way to the back room of the bar.
When Kurogiri had finished rubbing the not-so-dirty glass in his hand, he replaced it and picked up a new one. This bar was not a public, used bar, but it seems that everyone who went behind that table was destined to do that barman move. While Izuku was playing with the bandages that were bothering him, Kurogiri took a break from his work and started talking in an uplifting way.
"Although Tomura talks like he is not satisfied, we are all aware of your potential, including him. You weren't chosen for nothing." Izuku forcefully stood up and limped to his feet with a trembling body and slammed himself on the table as if he couldn't hold his head in the air any longer.
"I can't say I care about what he says, but there is less than a year left for the exam, we agree on that." He must've hit his head hard on the brown table, which was wet because Kurogiri had just wiped it, as he let out a painful sigh. He put his arm under his head and stared sideways into Kurogiri's yellow eyes.
"Tomura was just like you. The only difference is that he got used to it from a young age. So his young body got used to it more easily, but keep this in mind, you can't really get up without falling." He didn't need to hear them because him giving up was out of the question. However, since they got along well with Kurogiri, he just nodded and didn't say anything bad.
He straightened up and surveyed his body from head to toe. There was no trace of that little child a year ago. He also liked having these scars there because it reminded him of his hard work and what it was for. It was like the satisfaction he felt when he saw the mess of solutions on the math paper.
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𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 // 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙪
Fanfiction"You're too late for everything again, Kacchan." What if Deku was a villain instead of hero while Katsuki knows him well enough to notice some differences? Villian Deku au. W: mature content, blood, wounds