𝒉𝖏𝙨 𝒑𝞂𝖏𝙨𝞂𝛈

𝐜𝒉𝝰𝒑𝙩𝒆𝗿 6

As the final school bell rang, signalling the end of another day, Izuku wasted no time in packing up his belongings. He had learned that leaving school quickly was often his best strategy to avoid further confrontation with his tormentors. He hoped to get home and find solace in his attic sanctuary.

However, as he made his way to the exit, trying to blend in with the departing students, his tormentors quickly caught up to him. They blocked his path, their mocking grins evident as they spoke.

"Why are you in such a hurry, Deku?" Bakugo taunted. "Running away from us again?"

Izumi chimed in with a cruel laugh. "You're not going anywhere, quirkless loser. It's time for target practice, remember?"

Izuku's emotions, which had been simmering beneath the surface, suddenly boiled over, and before he could stop himself, he retorted with unexpected quickness, "Maybe I'm just tired of being pushed around and wasting my time with a bunch of wannabe heroes who act like villains!"

The shock that washed over their faces quickly turned into glares that could melt steel. Izuku realized his mistake almost instantly. He had spoken his mind without thinking, and now he had put himself in a vulnerable position.

Izuku stood there, his heart pounding, regretting his impulsive words that had ignited the anger of his tormentors. He was about to apologize out of habit, a defence mechanism he had developed over the years, but it was too late. The damage was done.

Bakugo's fist exploded with a violent burst, connecting with Izuku's face, and sending him sprawling to the ground. It was the first blow of many. Before he could even attempt to get up or defend himself, the others joined in with cruel, merciless attacks.

Each of them used their quirks with ruthless cruelty, attacking Izuku from all sides. Uraraka's quirk immobilized him in mid-air while Kirishima's hardened fists struck with unrelenting force. Todoroki's icy blasts and Iida's lightning-fast kicks added to the torment, and Izumi's telekinesis only amplified his helplessness.

Pain coursed through Izuku's body as he endured the relentless assault. He couldn't even cry out; his voice had been stolen by the pain and fear. Bloodied and bruised, he lay crumpled on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he silently pleaded for it to end.

The tormentors showed no mercy, revelling in their cruel power over him.

"This'll teach you to show some respect to your superiors Deku," Bakugo said as he kicked Izuku hard in the gut.

Kirishima lifted him up by his hair and Ururaka launched debris at his face as he was held in that position. Todorki iced his legs to the ground and used his fire to burn the back of his uniform and some of his skin. Izumi only used her telekinesis before launching him hard into a nearby tree followed by Iida kicking him hard enough that the tree broke.

When they were finally satisfied, they left Izuku on the ground, battered and broken, his sobs the only sound in the deserted courtyard.

'Why does this have to be my life?' Izuku cried out internally, 'I never did anything to deserve this. Not one thing. Can't someone, anyone help me?'

His mind went to Momo, but it's not like she could just appear out of nowhere, even if he wanted her to. He would want her to see him like this anyway.

Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the blood that oozed from his battered nose. His body throbbed with pain, and his vision blurred as he struggled to stay conscious. The pain was overwhelming, and he felt like he was on the verge of passing out.

Just as the darkness threatened to claim him, Izuku's weakening gaze shifted to the sky above. There, he saw a figure approaching, a silhouette against the darkening sky. It was the same figure he had thought he had seen the other night.