Worth

1 Chapter One: First Sight

"Son of a bitch." Izuku groaned as his alarm for school went off.

His finger hovered over the snooze button, his tired mind contemplating the consequences of his actions.

But before he could act, the consequences established themselves, clear as day.

Uraraka was calling him. He didn't even consider, not answering it.

"Hey." His voice was deep as he groaned into the phone, his body begging for more sleep.

"Don't even fuckin think about it. Get your ass up. Call me when your on your way." The girls voice was demanding as she sharply spoke into the phone and Izuku groaned after she hung up.

He thrashed his body around in the bed angrily and child like for a moment before he abruptly stilled and opened his eyes with a sigh.

The short lived personal temper tantrum did well to wake him up a bit. He sat up straight and stretched for a while, feeling the fuckin orgasmic feeling of his joints cracking before he got out of bed.

"Fuck." He sighed as he went through his closet.

His uniform was dead center in-between the rest of his clothes.

He frowned in distain as he put it on, pulling his green curls out from under the collar of his shirt and letting them fall behind him.

He was thinking of rediying his hair. Maybe blue this time.

Honestly, he'd be fine with any color except for his natural hair.

His green eyes and pale skin were bothersome enough, reminding him of his mother. But their wasn't much he could do about that.

Having his mother's husband's, black curls and freckles however, was simply unacceptable.

The teen slipped his shoes on as he made his way out of his room, phone in hand as he stopped by his dad's door.

"Hey! Wake up!" He shouted as he knocked loudly.

He didn't stick around to make sure Shota actually got up as he grabbed his bag from down stairs and ran out of the house.

He'd decided that he absolutely would not be late today.

Having been absent 30 days that semester and tardy, 47 times, Izuku had begun to grow a reputation that his best friend wasn't quite fond of.

So as he threw his bag in the backseat and slid into the driver's, he proudly pulled out his phone with a smile, calling Uraraka back as she had asked.

"Hey!" He said into the other line when she answered. "I'm on way!" He smiled as if it were a grand accomplishment.

But then he turned the key into the car.

He could hear the engine start up with a sickly wiring sound before it stuttered and stopped all together.

"What was that?" Uraraka asked and Izuku didn't answer as his eyes went wide and he tried again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." The teen mumbled as he heard the sound again and was met with the same reaction.

"Fuck!" He screamed.

"What!? What happened!?" The girl on the other line asked and Izuku sounded as tho he were about to cry but very obviously wasn't.

He sighed sadly as he pulled the phone closer to his ear. "I might be a little late today."

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Izuku didn't have time to fix the car himself so he was thankful that after a few tries he was finally able to get it to start.