hikari means light

36

TW
-metions of eating disorder
-ptsd
-self harm
-suicide
-swearing

It was 1pm, school ended at 3pm, so far the day had gone smoothly. Nothing had gone wrong and it didnt look like anything would, which was a first for the week.

When the group first walked into school, they saw all might walking in a similar direction. He seemed to consider going and talking to the group, more specifically izuku, but everyone gave him cold, hard glares full of hatred.

Yamada had told aizawa what izuku said on the rooftop, and shoto had told hitoshi and katsuki.

To say they were pissed was an understatement. They could barely contain themselves from having a go at the so called no.1 let alone stop eachother from saying anything. But the way izuku kept his head down not acknowledging allmight - or anyone else for that matter - made them reconsider their thoughts and to just send him the evil eye as they walked away.

He was quiet today, then again theres a new side of izuku around every corner. They didnt read too much into it, but kept an eye on him as always. School would be over in a couple hours, and everything was going... as normal as you could expect.

Today was a thursday, meaning mina, denki, sero and kirishima were being tutored by izuku from 4pm till 5pm. Hitoshi, shoto and katsuki were going to be there aswell, mostly for moral support if something went badly, and to keep the rowdy group in check. Izuku was still sometimes easily overwhelmed or angered, depending on how he was that day. He had only just met the group, they werent going to throw him in the deep end.

Izuku had not only been quiet today, but distant aswell. He didnt dare let anyone close to him, and the person who got the closest was hitoshi. But then again izuku had seemed to have a soft spot for hitoshi since day one.

He only spoke if spoken too, even then only gave the smallest answer necessary, and managed to ignore everyones fearful chatter, rude comments and disgusting looks all directed towards him. Not all of them were like that, but quite a few kids weren't exactly fond of him. Gossip had managed to slip about izuku, how he was staying with azaiwa and how he was dangerous. Nothing more than rumours mostly. But usually izuku had some sort of reaction to it. Today he didnt.

He ate a little every time he was asked without a fight or hesitation. Just something small for breakfast, then as much as he could for lunch. They also threw half an iced coffee in there.

School whizzes by fast when you pay zero attention and have no perception of time.

"zuku, schools over. dad went to meet papa and they're gonna meet us at the car to go home" Izuku lifted his head from the table and looked up to see hitoshi with his bag slung over one shoulder. He turned over his phone and tapped on it once, clicking pause on one of his million spotify playlists that he'd made.

In reality there was only around 40 playlists at the moment, but more will definetly be made.

(this definetly isnt my spotify im talking about)

Izuku didnt bother to answer hitoshis statement, he only stood up, put his one A4 notebook and A2 sketchbook into his bag that was sat in a lump on the floor, as well as his pencil case.

-

The whole car ride home izuku didnt say a word. He didnt so much as glance in anyones direction. He just sat looking out the window the whole drive home.

Home.

Izuku had been thinking about how everyone just throws around the word home to him, as if he'd know. As if any of these places are his home. His home was with his mother. She made him feel safe, special, important. Needed. These people didnt need him, they'd be better off if they never had run into him.