If he's anything like me - BakuDeku

A Fucking Nightmare

This is a fucking nightmare, Izuku thought as Katsuki shoved him back into the brick wall. School had just ended, but it only took a second for Izuku to realize things were off. There were two possibilities: he was either having a very vivid nightmare, or he died and went to hell. Either way, Izuku wanted out. Now.

"Look at this quirkless loser," Katsuki cackled.

"Aw, I think he's gonna cry!" Tesaki mocked. He drove his knee up, ramming the bone into Izuku's bruised abdomen, knocking the wind out of him.

"You think you're gonna get into Yuuei, Deku?" Katsuki spat. "Ain't no way in hell."

Izuku wiped his bloody nose with the back of his hand, smearing the red over his skin in an attempt to stop it from dripping onto his tattered uniform. "Oh, shut the fuck up, Kat," Izuku scoffed, fighting to stand up straight. "You can cut the shit, okay? I don't know what the hell is wrong with you today, but—"

Hashiga threw a right hook and hit Izuku square in the jaw, knocking him back against the wall. It took nearly every fiber of strength in his body just to stay standing after the back of his head smashed against the brick. "Don't you dare fucking talk to him like that," Hashiga snapped, his chubby face inches from Izuku's as he fisted his collar. "Ya hear me?! You're a quirkless nobody—"

Izuku cut him off with a right hook of his own, probably three times as strong as the one that left a nasty bruise on his left cheek. Hashiga practically flew backwards, smacking his backside against the concrete as he skirted away. But Izuku wasn't done. He marched forward, dropping his red sneaker directly onto Hashiga's thick neck, making the boy choke on his own oxygen. Izuku gave his heel a twist for good measure, then leaned down to taunt the boy.

"This quirkless nobody is about to commit murder if he doesn't hear an apology," Izuku sneered.

Hashiga sputtered some discriminatory, quirkist nonsense, his squinted eyes flying open as he glanced around for help. Katsuki and Tesaki stood like statues, completely frozen in time. It was like Izuku was a completely different person.

"Alright, let me break it down for you," Izuku said, adding more pressure onto Hashiga's throat. He crushed the boy's adam's apple beneath the heel of his sneaker. "You're going to say you're sorry before I get to three, or else I'm going to fucking kill you. Ya hear me?" Izuku mocked. "1... 2..."

"SORRY! S-SORRY! I'M SO SORRY! I'LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN! FORGIVE ME, I BEG YOU! PLEASE!"

Izuku smirked and removed his foot from Hashiga's neck. He scrambled to his feet and sprinted away from the freckled boy who wore an unusually friendly smile on his beaten and bruised face.

Izuku turned to Tesaki, his eyes dark with malice and combating his friendly grin. "May I please have a word with him? If you don't mind, of course."

Tesaki dashed out of there in less than a millisecond. Katsuki swallowed the lump in his throat as Izuku approached him.

"Where the fuck did you learn how to do that, Deku?" Katsuki asked.

Izuku's smile dropped. "That's not my name."

"Answer my fucking question," Katsuki seethed.

Izuku didn't back down. He narrowed his eyes, stepping dangerously close to the blonde. "Call me by my real fucking name, and I might consider entertaining this bullshit facade of yours."

Katsuki rolled his eyes and took a step back, desperate to hide his fear. "The hell are you talking about, you psycho nerd?"

Izuku scoffed. "This really must be a fucking fever dream," he muttered. "Whatever. I'll figure it out by myself. Go fuck yourself, Katsuki."

As Izuku began to walk away, Katsuki caught his wrist, feeling his heartbeat in every inch of his body. "Wait!" he blurted. "Hold on. You didn't answer my question."

Izuku snapped his wrist away, rubbing at the bruise forming around his left eye. "I learned everything I know from you, asshole. You taught me to protect myself."

"I... what?" Katsuki said. "I never..."

"Like I said," Izuku muttered. "I'm probably dreaming. Don't worry about it. It's my fucking problem, right? Not yours. Now leave me the hell alone."