To (You) Lose Yourself

Anyone/No one

Hello! I'm ItzYukii, but call me Yuki, Yuu, or Kiyuu for short.

Despite what it seems like, this isn't my first time posting on Ao3. My first work was accidentally orphaned, and my second was decidedly too embarrassing, so I made it anonymous.

As far as I know, this is an original concept, but if it's not, feel free to tell me in the comments.

P.S: I'm not exactly familiar with how Japanese names work, so forgive me if it's virtually impossible for people to have the same family name without being related in Japan.

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It was a normal school week for Izuku. Get up, go through his morning routine, walk to school, go to homeroom, throw some spiderlillies, suicide notes, and quirkless kidnapping documents away, get laughed at, go through the morning classes while the teachers either berate or ignore him and his classmates snicker and throw spit wads and insults at him, spend lunch curled under a staircase to hide from his pursuers, get tripped down some stairs and shoved into a few closets or lockers, get through his afternoon classes with the derisive glares of the other students constantly boring through his head, run home — away from the unrelenting bullies that like to play chase with him — mostly unscathed — unless he was unlucky enough to get a beating or two — , and greet an empty apartment that never really quite felt like home ever since the age of four.

It was a tiring routine that scraped and picked at Izuku's sanity bit by bit, but it was normal. His normal. And it was a constant. Because of that, Izuku was grateful for it.

But today, Monday, a day where Izuku has to wake up knowing that he's going to kiss the relative calm and freedom of the weekend goodbye, was different. Izuku could feel it in the stillness of the air; not to mention the glances his homeroom teacher gave him when he thought Izuku was looking away. It was weird, since none of the teachers ever bothered to remember he existed unless it was to add more torment to his torture or because they absolutely had to.

When the bell rang, signaling the official start of homeroom, the teacher walked up to the podium, which garnered everyone's attention, as he usually never went up there, preferring to browse on his phone. The teacher sighed and said, "Today, we have a transfer student."

Izuku blinked. This late into the year?

A few of Izuku's classmates shifted in his peripheral vision. It wasn't unheard of for a student to transfer this late, but it was rare. Izuku smiled at his desk. Maybe the new student could be a potential friend... if they didn't mind his quirk —or lack of one— status, of course.

It was wishful thinking, but Izuku indulged himself with the fantasy anyway. They were one of the only things that kept him going these days. Either way, aside from his quirklessness, he was famous for being an unrealistic dreamer — along with the title of 'creepy mumbling stalker', of course.