Is that what you think?

Chapter Two

(TW: bullying) 

Izuku's POV

It was another typical day for me. The sun was up, the grass was green, birds were flying. You know, the usual things you would expect to happen. Which is why I expected the explosion to my chest long before it happened.

Explosion, you say? Well that would be thanks to one of the many tormentors that take it upon themselves to make my life more of a living hell than it already was. This particular tormentor was named Katsuki Bakugou. Ash blonde hair, blood red eyes and temper hotter than Endeavour's flames. His temper may be a result of his quirk, Explosion, but nonetheless he was still very bad mannered. He had become one of my main tormentors for as long as I could remember. He used to mention how he 'couldn't believe we used to be friends', but I couldn't for the life of me even imagine such a thing.

I was now in my last year of middle school and I couldn't remember a single day where I wasn't verbally or physically abused. Everyone was in on it and the teachers didn't give a damn about the 'quirkless nobody that was wasting valuable resources that a promising child could have used'. So it's fair to say that my school life sucked. Despite all the rumours, labelling and blame I get for things I didn't do (namely starting fights), I didn't care. I had become very disattached to my emotions for years now that my face has forgotten how to show emotions. I didn't even react to the pain anymore. Thanks to the abuse I had at home, my pain tolerance was way higher than it should be all thanks to the number one hero.

That's right. I knew my dad, Toshinori Yagi, was the one and only All Might. Pretty shocking what he's become, right? What's funny is that he doesn't know that I know his 'super secret identity'. He actually showed me his true form when he was drunk and used it to beat the crap out of me. He's done that a few times actually and then completely forgets that he transformed and monologues about his 'epic fight with evil incarnation' every single time. I have it all memorised by now. What's even funnier is that he blames me for losing the fight even though I was nowhere near to fight nor had I any idea about it. But he needs someone to put the blame on because Mr. Perfect-number-one-hero-to-all could never do anything wrong, even though he's the reason there has been a rise in crime throughout the country.

Back to my present situation, I got up from my place on the ground and made my way up to my classroom only to be shouted at and told to stay outside of the classroom for the rest of the day just because I arrived two seconds after the bell had sounded. Honestly, I was happy about that. The subject was maths and I had already completed the school's curriculum for maths. I was at university level for most of my subjects so I could afford missing a lesson here and there. I spent more of my time outside of the lessons than actually in them so I took it upon myself to get ahead of my class so that I don't fall behind. Knowledge is power after all.

Now that I was standing still, I could tell that Bakugou had cracked two ribs with that explosion earlier. That was going to be a pain to deal with. Well, better cracked ribs than broken ones. I could tell from the smell that my skin was also burned to the point where it would leave a scar, but that was nothing new. I doubted that there was a single section of my body that was clear of scars. Not even my face. I had two perfect lines on my right cheek, sort of looking like a cat's whiskers, as well as a small one on the left side of my jaw. Neither were very noticeable, time reducing them to mere white lines which were difficult to see, but if someone looked hard enough they would be able to see them. Not like anyone cared enough to spare me a second glance and actually question the injuries I was receiving and use their brains enough to notice that they were more severe than anything a middle school kid could do, even with a powerful quirk. But, alas, that was not to be.

I have had to suffer in silence for my whole life. It was something that has become normal to me. I didn't think that there was any other way for me to live. Everyone had more priority over me and my wellbeing, if something went wrong, it was most likely my fault and everyone needs to be fed and tended to before myself. That was the way I was raised and that was the way I will continue to live. I don't know any other way.