MHA: Masterpiece [Izukuxharem]

Chapter 2: Izuku

AN: I write, you read. New challenge, we'll do this until night time. Last one standing wins!
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When the bell rang to end the school day, to say that I had a lot of thoughts swirling around inside my head would've been an understatement.

A million words buzzed around and lingered in my mind which could only hope to retain the things forcefully crammed into it today. We even had to skip lunch just to 'digest' the information by our 'loving' homeroom teacher's 'sweet' command which apparently, didn't extend to Katsuki Bakugo who was given special passes to take a break from the 'stress' he APPARENTLY had. I'm pretty sure the old prune only did it out of spite but hey, it is what it is.

My brain was battered to say the least though despite that, I somehow still had enough spare energy to start packing my things as soon as the teacher left the classroom.

The sounds of chairs creaking as they slid backwards whilst my classmates stood to do the same thing as me filled the space, some already on their way out with their friends.

Must be nice.

I couldn't help but sigh and grin at the expense of my pitiful, friendless self who could do nothing but mind his own business when it all came down to it. My ears unintentionally picked up on their conversations that were as usual, all about their plans for hanging out in some place where only people with healthy social lives could enjoy. The corners of my eyes unwillingly wrapped around the way they all gathered in groups from across the room, smiling their exhaustion away. If I had that kind of chance then the world now wouldn't seem so bad but that was it, a hopeless, wishful thinking of mine.

Instead of daydreaming, I figured I should just head home. Who knows, maybe we'll have Katsudon for dinner, that'll make this day at least a little less crappier.

Yeah, and so I looked down on what was left of the things I needed to pack. A half-filled, tattered notebook laid atop my desk, waiting for me to pick it up. Just seeing the number '12' on the cover, I immediately knew that what lied inside weren't notes about today's overbearing lessons. Those pages were instead used to satisfy my useless curiosity.

While I might not want to become a hero, and I also might be one to question why people would bother to take up such a profession in the first place, that didn't mean I wasn't interested in the idea. It always fascinated me how people used their mutations to fight against others with the same uncanny characteristics then start calling themselves heroes and villains. Just like a scripted play.

Heck, some even claim to have these 'ideals' that drive their 'heroic' and 'villainous' acts. Talk about cheesy.

The world could exist without both these 'heroes' and 'villains.'

But what could I do about it? Might as well just live my life without getting involved. That's my realistic 'ideal.' It might not be some dramatic 'I want to change the world for the better' kind of thinking but hey, it is what it is.

I picked up the notebook—Well, at least had time to think about doing so before another person's hand ripped it off the tabletop.

"Oi, we're not done."

Of course it was him. I sighed as my eyes trailed upwards to meet his furious crimson eyes then I asked sparky, "What did I do now?"

"Don't act stupid, Midoriya. You thought a nobody like you could cross me and just forget about it? Hell no." The blonde grinned down at me for whatever self-centered reason he had at the moment. "Listen here you little b*sta*d, I'm destined to be the best of the best so I need a good backstory to tell, you get me? 'The only student from his school to pass the Yuuei entrance exam,' I need to be that person so if you don't mind..." his free hand bolted towards my shoulder, gripping it tightly as he leaned down to threateningly grin and whisper, "...stop dreaming you weak little runt, know your place."