I'm The True Hero

Chapter 3: No One Left

BOOM!

That's the sound it made when Izuku was punched into the gate. Izuku was on all fours; struggling to get up. Once he managed to get off one knee, he was kicked back down to his side. He looks up to see Katsuki, Katsumi, and their friends standing in front of him. "You had enough, Deku!" Katsuki yelled.

As much as he wants to get up, he can't. Every time he managed to get close to standing, he would get pushed or kicked down. Izuku has a major headache from the amount of time he hit his head.

Izuku tried to open his eyes but failed. Ouch. Izuku reached for his eye and felt something as big as a golf ball. Izuku rolled on his stomach and tried to get up one more time before he was kicked to the ground. I ...can't...move. Izuku tried to move his hand under himself, but his arms are so sore that he doesn't have the strength to lift a finger. He managed to lift his head up, but he regretted it instantly.

He felt someone grab a big chunk of his hair and made him arch his back. He is barely on his knees and his hands are not touching the ground. His back is hurting, his eyes are hurting, but nothing hurts more than looking ahead to see most of the school having their phones out; recording and laughing. He had no intention of crying, but a single tear was threatening to come out.

Izuku lifted his arms slowly and tried to grab whoever got an ahold on his hair. "Let...go."

"I don't want to," Katsuki replied as he pulled on his hair harder.

Izuku let out a grunt and now has his hand on Katsuki's wrist. Before everything went downhill, Izuku heard a "tsk" sound and next thing you know...

CRACK!

Izuku began to scream in agony as his right wrist was bent backwards. Everyone went quiet while Katsuki, Katsumi, and their friends were laughing at him crying. Katsuki threw him on the ground and put his foot on Izuku's head.

"How are you feeling?"

"Ho...."

Bakugo kicks Izuku's side with the same foot on his head and placed it back on his head. "I asked you a question!"

"Horrible!" Izuku said in a loud whisper.

"Good! That's what you're supposed to feel. You don't deserve happiness. You don't deserve a chance. You don't deserve to exist. All you are is a waste of space in. My. Life."

Izuku let out a hissing sound as Bakugo pressed harder on his head with his foot.

"I mean, what can a quirkless weirdo do that will benefit all of us other than using them as a punching bag?"

Izuku didn't reply to his question, which received another chunk of his hair being pulled once again. His head was lifted and, luckily, his legs were there to support him while his head a forced back.

".... Exactly, there is nothing else for someone who is quirkless to do in life. Other than being used as a punching bag." And threw Izuku to the ground.

Izuku was slowly losing consciousness and his breathing was slowing down. His eyelids got heavy, and he tried to keep them open, but he was losing the battle and passed out.

About two hours later, Izuku woke up in a foreign room. His eyes were slowly adjusting and blinked rapidly. He tried to lift his finger and felt something solid on his wrist. He looked down to see there was a cast put on him. Huh? Izuku tried to lift himself from the bed, but he didn't have enough strength to do it. Great. Not only did I get beaten again, but I'm late to get home AND in a cast. Can this day get any worse? 'Possibly, but not guaranteed'