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~ Izukus Pov ~

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I hit the floor hard, the contents of my bag spreading over the floor. My chair had tipped over with a loud bang. I heard laughing and looked around, although- I already knew where the sound was coming from.

"Wow, how did you manage to do that nerd!? You were even leaning over your desk!" A rather loud, spiky haired blond boy spat out, continuing to laugh. I knew it was best not to answer, so I didnt instead I just looked down at the floor, slowly gathering up my belongings. Suddenly, I felt heat coming in short bursts, ending is soft popping sounds. I just continued to collect my things, placing them in my worn yellow school bag. As I started to zip up my bag, it got snatched away from me, snickering following.

"Hm, this bag is so plain, it really needs something to break it up-" The blond spoke loudly, his voice seeming to weigh on me. The sound of explosions soon followed and I looked up. My once yellow bag now had large patches of dark brown and black, smoking in some patches with a faint orange glow.

"P-Please I n-ne-ed my ba-ag bac-ck K-Kacchan" I spoke softly, my voice breaking several times, causing me to stutter. Kacchan looked at me, squinting slightly with his piercing ruby eyes.

"You want It back so badly? Sure, here"

"T-Than- A-" I was cut off suddenly by my burnt backpack hitting me heavily in the face, causing me to fall backwards from my sitting position and hitting my head on the hard floor of the classroom.

Why. All I wanted was my bag- you didn't have to throw it in my face-

I could hear Kacchan leaving the room, laughing with his friends in tow. I sat up slowly, a thick red substance dripping out of my nose and the right side of my face hurt. I grabbed my bag slowly, wiping my bloody nose on my sleeve.

I ran home swiftly after leaving the school building. I greeted my mother at the door as I took off my shoes and placed my bag next to the door. I walked to my room after taking my notebook out from my now burnt yellow bag and set the notebook on the desk.

~ Time skip to the next day, at school ~

I sat at my desk, listening to the teacher talk (sort of) as I took notes down swiftly.

"Oh yea, Midoriya, you wanted to go to U.A to, right?" The teacher said loudly with a bored tone, his stare freezing me as I looked up from my note taking. Suddenly, all eyes were on me, and everyone was still.

For around 2 seconds at least-

The room lit up with laughter and I tried to hide underneath my arms, not wanting to look at anyone.

"Don't even try it, nerd! You'll probably die in the entrance exams anyway!" The hot-tempered boy proclaimed loudly, the laughter only increasing in volume after.

It's always me, why can't they laugh at someone else for a change. Oh, wait, I'm quirkless. Quirkless are funny. Somehow. Well, that would mean 20% of the population is funny and laughed at, looked down upon and treated like a wild puppy. Just like me I suppose.

"Does U.A even let quirkless in?" Someone said over the laughing

"No- I dont think it does" Another classmate answered swiftly

I stood up, shaking uncontrollably, my voice breaking and cracking with fear and my eyes wide as I looked around the class. Even the teacher was chuckling softly to himself, he couldnt hide it from me. I knew.

"T-They got ri-id of that-at r-rule-e!" I replied loudly. The class only continued to laugh, Kacchan giving me a large smile, as if telling me telepathically 'Don't try it nerd, if you do, you'll die, although that would certainly get you off my backside.'

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~ Time skip to the end of the day ~

I was packing up my school bag, suddenly I felt someone stand in front of me and looked up to see Kacchan smirking at me. He placed at hand on my shoulder as I put my bag down. I could feel the heat from his hand, it burned, straight through my frayed uniform and to my skin. I turned my head to look at his hand, then he took an opportunity and pushed me against the wall, forcing me to fall down and slide until I was sitting. Kacchan took a quick glance at my desk, then looked back at me, doing a double take he picked up my notebook that I had left there foolishly.

Dang it, I should've put that away first! Crap, crap, crap! Why, why, why! Im such an idiot- oh, should I say- a Deku? Yes, that would fit better, it's what everyone calls me by anyways. It feels oddly right now though, like it has become part of me, the meaning of the word taking me over until... I had become a Deku.

He opened the notebook, quickly flicking through the pages, then he closed it with a loud 'snap' and looked at me, sitting on the floor.

"Seriously? you take notes about this sort of stuff? Wow, youre such a stalker, Deku." Kacchan stared at me with a glint in his blood red eyes.

"..."

He held the book flat as he clapped his hands together, creating an explosion, burning my notebook. He smiled sadistically, throwing the steaming book out the widow behind him.

Why did he do that? Did he have to?

Why me.

Again, and again- although, I still know the answer.

My question still stands, regardless

Why.

Why?

WHY!

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YO, hope you like it- or not! I don't mind!

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These parts may be somewhat short? idk really.

Word count: 955 (not counting this bit)

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