Bereft of life (DEAD DEKU AU)

He Actually Listened

*TW: SU1CID3 (baiting, attempted), BULLYING, GRIEF.*

*NO BAKUDEKU/DEKUBAKU*

*The warnings above are present throughout the story, warning will be added before the paragraphs*

Ever since I got my quirk, explosions, I thought I was more powerful than all my classmates. I would train everyday for the next 11 years. I have trained everyday since I was 4. 

While I was in middle school my childhood friend, Izuku Midoriya (who I just called Deku, meaning useless person), would always be so nice and kind to me, even if I was a complete asshole to him. I made all his friends turn on him, making sure he had no one but himself, even then I felt I made him lose himself at times, but me being young, I payed no notice to his struggles. I wish I had.

*WARNING: HEAVY BULLYING AND SU1C1D3*

Back then I was doing my usual routine of bullying Deku, with my 2 other 'friends', extras who's names I can't remember (nor do I care) "...go take a swan dive off the roof," my so-called-friends smirked and laughed from the classroom door. My 'friends' seemed to feel no guilt. Me, however, felt my stomach do back flips. How could I say that to my friend? 

Once school was over I decided to walk home for a change, instead of getting a cab. Big mistake. The whole incident ended up on the news. 'Junior-High boy attacked by sludge villian, barely survived', it's not really the way I want to be known but that's not the problem. The real problem was Deku. He usually texts me 'hello' or something when he gets home (keep in mind it was 7pm).

After getting home from the hospital, I flopped down on my bed, the pillows felt softer than usual, perhaps I could've been tired. Waking up to the sound of my mother crying and my father comforting her was an unfamiliar situation, usually it's the other way around. She couldn't have been crying because of me, right? No. Something else must've happened.

I crept down the stairs (even if being quiet wasn't my specialty) and peered down to the living room. There was a guest over. She had green hair and a baby pink shirt on. Auntie Inko. She was crying more than my mother was. But, why were they crying? My dad sat there comforting both of them, I guess it was because Deku's dad wasn't around to do so. "I'm sure he'll come back safe, Inko," My dad said reassuringly, but he didn't sound very sure of himself. Who was this 'he' they were talking about? There was only two people I could think of: Hisashi (Deku's dad) or Deku. It was probably Deku. So he hadn't returned home yet. Could he still be at the school? No. No, he couldn't be, the staff members would've found him somewhere.

I quietly tip-toed back to my room and sat at my desk staring at my phone. Still no texts from Izuku. Not home and acting odd. Could it be what I said to him? No. No, Izuku is always happy, he doesn't care what nasty things others say to him.

Izuku, where could you be?