Green Innocence

13: Confessions

    It was a question that was asked, but twice. And in truth, Midoriya had never brought forth an honest answer for the two other's in his life that have asked him such a question of direness.

    "We're you ever bullied?".

    It was a question that was asked by his mother, whom held such worry within her breath as she spoke the four words; however, she found out perhaps the worst way out of the two. Imagine you await at your abode for your son to come home, and yet you expect the worse case scenario over the best, as he had been coming home with more and more bruised, with less and less light behind his pupils. Imagine the worst scenario happened, your child comes home with a black eye, a busted lip, and approximately two new bruises, or burns, across his body.

    When she sung the words out from her lips to her sons ears, it tainted his heart with guilt knowing that he'd been lying to her for so long; and, he'd have to keep on lying, if but half. Imagine how black his heart must have felt when he spoke in response to her, that he was picked on, but that it was just a few miscreants of the school. Some of yo may know the type: no necktie, collar is wrinkled more than a senior citizen, typically have the worst hairdos, and often or not mess with people they deem 'weak'.

    And of course he had to add the extra defining feature that the reason they were still in was because they were either rich-ish kids, too heavily feared, or had really good quirks. In the end it was still just more half-truths, half-lies. But the sigh of relief, and look of trust upon the mothers face showing that she as happy that he was willing to open up to her, Inko's smiling face...

    It made the green haired boy want to vomit; the sight of her happiness left a bad taste in his mouth, for that tangy, gag inducing, taste was what many describe as shame.

    The second person to ask this question, was his third, or perhaps second, greatest friend Uraraka. She was spared the violence's aftermath, the wounds, the dirtied skin of purple and brown, she was given this suspicion through the accidental slip of the tongue on his end of their conversation. He'd grown so excited from his recent conversation with the very girl whom now sat beside him within her abode, that he was lead to an inevitable crash and reminder of how many had viewed his hobbies, or how awful he'd been treated.

    The word was slight, so fast that even a cheetah wouldn't catch up to it, but within the many different murmurs, and mutters, and rantings, about quirks and his love for heroes, Ochako heard the brief sound, a word, nay two words...'everyone else' spoken in such a sour tone. This pair of words, given the faintest amount of CO2 two sound out to the air, were immediately pounced upon with curiosity and worry mixed in as he was asked why he said them. As far as she could tell, anyone who was anyone within their class absolutely adored the green haired boy, in each their own way.

    Izuku was often or not spoken fondly among most of the girls, either for his intellect or his politeness; Ashido even stated that she saw him as a good friend at this point. And heck, ninety-nine point-nine percent of the guys in the class held a liking towards him as well, whether it be on friendly terms, or well off acquaintance. Many of the guys saw him as brave, strong, soft spoken, that was mostly Koda, and often or not a really kind person.

    Then who, the big W would ask, who is 'everyone else'?

    The brunette pried this question open like a can of tuna; however, she was polite about it all, and even asked if he'd prefer a place with less people around them. It took a few minutes of her not budging an inch against his stubbornness in wanting to drop the whole thing, and list it as him going off on another one of his dorkish rants. Eventually he gave in, or at the least that was what she thought.