Whumptober 2021

Sticks and stones may break my bones but...

Izuku never really had the best of luck when it came to Kacchan. But what happens when he finds out that Izuku made it into the general education course?

Sticks and stones may break my bones but...

Taunting | Insults | "𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂?"

TW!

Depictions of verbal and physical bullying.

Words.

Most people say them every day without thought, without consequences.

For ten years of his life, Izuku has had to bear the insults that humanity has deemed normal for someone like him. Who would want to step up and protect the 'useless' quirkless 'freak'?

Sure, they always say that sticks and stones may break my bones but Izuku knew that words would always hurt him. It was simply human nature to belittle the weak. Izuku wished he could ignore them, wished that the words didn't sting as they came out of his former best friend's mouth.

But people don't change for the better.

So really, he shouldn't have expected any different when he got to U.A.

He may still be quirkless but he managed to get into one of the most prestigious schools in Japan, one that actually accepted quirkless students. The teachers even enforced a strict anti-bullying policy!

He really shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. He'd done that too many times before.

"Deku." A fierce voice spoke from behind Izuku. "I think it's time we have a little chat, don't you think?"

Izuku froze as ice filled his veins. Kacchan stood, a furious look on his face.

Oh no, he was pissed. Izuku was definitely going to get killed.

Izuku's stomach lurched as he was dragged by his blazer to a deserted hallway. An enraged Kacchan stood in front of him, pinning the smaller teen to the wall, forcing Izuku to stand on his toes as to not be choked.

"I've missed doing this you worthless piece of shit." Kacchan smirked as his fist sparked. Abruptly, he slammed it directly into Izuku's face, causing a distinct snapping noise. Izuku flinched, attempting to reach up to cradle his face before Kacchan stopped him dead in his tracks, punching him once again.

He couldn't stop it.

Every time he attempted to escape his tormenter's hold, he was hit harder. Izuku grimaced as his head was slammed into the reinforced wall for what seemed like the millionth time that day. His vision was getting hazy as black spots attempted to overtake his senses.

Izuku was almost relieved when Kacchan dropped him to the floor.

Satisfied with his work, Kacchan smirked to himself, giving Izuku a harsh kick to the ribs before starting to head off to his next destination. Izuku gasped for breath, his face had swelled up nicely due to the constant bashing it took.

He doesn't really know how long he lay there. But it was definitely for a while if the pool of blood underneath his head were to go by.

But eventually, his incomplete vision caught on to a rapidly approaching figure. Distantly, he could hear a worried voice calling out to him. Izuku only grunted in response, unable to form any words.

The last thing Izuku saw before he passed out was the concerned face of his teacher.

Hizashi Yamada would like to think he was having a good day. His students were being well behaved and he only had to speak to one after class. (Opposed to the regular five.)

But what confused him the most was his missing student.

Izuku Midoriya was never late to classes. In fact, he was almost early every single time. Hizashi already knew of his earlier attendance; he was Midoriya's homeroom teacher after all so he knew most of his student's habits.

And frankly, the classroom wasn't the same without the mumbling green-haired student.

So that's why he spent his free period searching for the kid.

After checking in with Principal Nezu, they came to the conclusion that the kid hadn't left the school grounds. Sighing, he excused himself, deciding to walk around the corridors to look for Midoriya himself.

In all honesty, Hizashi was about to give up.

That was until his gaze locked onto the still body of his student laying on the ground. A sense of dread filled his veins as he rushed toward the prone form of the teen. Questions flooded his mind as he examined Midoriya.

The kid had obviously been beaten half to death if the amount of blood were to say anything. His face was red and awfully puffy and his nose seemed like it was crushed to bits. Hizashi grimaced, this was obviously an act of violence from another student.

"Who did this to you?" Hizashi asked as he carefully scooped up the teen.

They would find later. For now, though, he just had to get Midoriya to Recovery Girl.