ℑ𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔬 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶?

Rat Liver

Society is meant to be the joke of mankind. Nobody helps you unless it's convenient or you're an important person. The people who have been kicked and pushed down to the lowliest of lows know that. They've never fought to get out, because those who've tried failed, and only few lived to tell the tail.

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Weird... that's one word. A rather rude one, but it was the right one to describe me. Or delusional, considering I want to be a hero, but my quirk is so useless.

Izuku had a very... dark mindset. When he first met his childhood friend, Katsuki Bakugo, he started dragging him into his schemes. Inko didn't mind much, brushing it off as the creative mind of a young boy. She was a supportive mother, so she let him do a lot of things other kids couldn't—

—No, he wasn't allowed to do drugs, get your mind outa the gutter.

Hell, at the crisp age of 10 he was allowed to go outside at night, alone. All he needed was his phone, his location on, and to come back before 9:30.

One night, she was in his room, helping him clean it, when she found a rat corpse he put in a jar. She screamed so loud the neighbors came to check on the two. Izuku said it was his special little friend he found on a walk, so she let him keep it. That's most likely one of the reasons he's being bullied.

"Oi, Deku. Whatcha thinking about this time? Do you wanna hit the teacher and put his lungs in a jar?" Katsuki taunted. Izuku only looked up at him, rolling his eyes.

"Don't be silly," he started, making Katsuki's underling heart race. "His lungs would be too big to fit in a jar. I'd need a larger container, like a—"

"You're so fuckin weird!" The blonde slapped the back of Izuku's head, hand sparking explosions to fire at him. Izuku held his hand up to the back of his head, resisting the urge to make any noise from the burning pain.

"You've said it before, is it really your only insult now? Can you really throw nothing at me, or is your head too full from your massive ego?" Izuku's voice shifted from curious to annoyed and a little mad. He stood up and grabbed his school bag, walking out of the classroom, Katsuki screaming after him.

When Izuku looked down at his hand he saw it stained with blood. "Oh goody! I can't wait to explain this to mother!" He smiled and looked up when he got outside, not even squinting at the blinding sun.

"How you love to antagonize me, it's so feeble it's funny!" He closed his eyes and twirled around the school gate, finally leaving the premise.

While walking down the street, he noticed something very interesting. As he kept getting closer, his pace slowed until he stopped at the body of a raccoon, practically cut in half. "Ooh, that's a nice upper half you've got there, mind if I borrow it for a while?"

He looked down at the dead animal, tearing away what was left of the skin and fur holding it together. He had to hold it upside down so none of the bones or organs it had left would fall out. He got some very strange looks, and a blonde man couldn't help but scream to his friend.

"HoOoLy shit! Shota look at that!" He shook his friend as he pointed to a kid carrying the upper-half of roadkill. His jaw was already dropped, but the man waved him off. "He's probably going to bury it or something, and quit using your quirk. It's annoying."

"But Sho! What if he plans on doing some weird cult ritual with it!" The blonde did some weird arm and hand movements while talking to get his point across.

"Hizashi, I honestly doubt it."
"But it COULD happen!" The dark haired man groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't get paid enough to teach and deal with you at the same time..."
"Did you expel your entire—" The dark haired man cut him off before he could finish talking.

"Fine, hypothetically speaking, he does plan on doing something with a dead raccoon, what is a seemingly harmless child, who is wearing a middle school uniform, going to do?" The man asked, making the friend snap his head back to where the kid was.

"I guess you're right, Sho..." he rubbed the back of his neck. "But still! It's a little creepy don't you think?!"

"Mhm..." He muttered sarcastically, taking a sip from his coffee. Yes. It was very creepy, specially because it's not a normal thing you see everyday.

You don't just walk outside and look at all the kids carrying around roadkill. But who was he to judge? His hobby was kidnapping cats and trying not to get caught smuggling them in his house. There's probably a bounty on his head at the adoption center at this point.

"Let's just get back to UA, we need to hurry up before summer break starts and we spend our 10 months of peace trying to look over papers of kids who wanna be hero's." The hobo looking man complained. "Oh come on, we'll have plenty of time! The last day of school is—"
"—tomorrow. It's tomorrow." He finished Hizashi's sentence for him. The blond's jaw dropped yet again and he dragged his friend towards the Highschool know as UA.

"Mom! Where's that scalpel I put in here?" Izuku yelled, his mom coming down from upstairs. She looked at the dead animal on her kitchen table and then towards her son.

"Hah, if I tell you will you completely disinfect my table and let me take you to get a tetanus shot, a rabies shot, a flu shot, and a Meningococcal shot?" Izuku nodded and blinked rapidly with doll eyes. Inko smiled at him and opened one of the higher up shelves, handing it to him.

"Remember to clean it up, mk?" Izuku nodded and hugged his mother. "And you're going in for shots over summer break!" She walked back up the stairs, going back to whatever she was doing.

Izuku went to work on carefully pulling its ribcage out, alone with the heart and lungs, all the others were missing for some reason. And he really wanted a raccoon uterus! (Wtf am I writing-)

He sighed and carefully scraped the skin off the skull, keeping its eyes with the heart. Small and beady, honestly they could fit anywhere. He glanced behind him at the table.

"I should have put a towel down..." he sighed, placing his score in a bag, before putting some gloves on. Wiping the blood off would be the first step in this process of sanitation, the second would be probably sanitizing it, and the third would be making up excuses not to get any shots.

The third step would always and forever be the hardest, but he made due.

And, quite ironically, he always succeeded in the first step. Not this time though, because Inko put her foot down, and had already set up a date for it.

To bad, better luck next time.