Izuku awoke too the sound of his mother calling him...So did Bakugou.
"Izuku honey! Please get up for school"
"KATSUKI BAKUGOU IF YOU DONT WAKE UP IN THE NEXT FIVE SECONDS I WILL DRAG YOUR SORRY SELF OUT OF BED. YOUR GONNA BE LATEEE!"
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Izuku rose up from his bed slowly. His blankets and pillows scattered all over the place, he was a restless sleeper. Though despite his messy bed his room was fairly neat and tidy. All Might posters stuck up in an orderly fashion along with his figurines on display.
He also had other posters up.. Quotes his Mom picked out.
"Not every puzzle is yours too solve."
"Heal yourself first the rest will come later."
"Live laugh love."
He doesn't have the heart too tell her they're cliche. Anyways the quotes have kind of grown on him.
"I-i'm up Mom!"
He mutters though a yawn. He stretches and peels himself out of bed making sure to take his phone with him. Back too middle school he goes. The cycle continues.
Izuku never liked middle school. He didn't have friends. He was bullied.
Bullied is an understatement.
Still he went, every day. Without fail.
100% attendance. Just like his Mom wants.
Sure he would try and attempt fake sick, but eh he always felt guilty before he actually done it, he couldn't just lie too his mom.
He's even tried walking in the rain before without a jacket just so he could skip a day of school. But that was just stupid.
Since he had a shower the night before he doesn't feel the need to have another.
The boy slowly brushes his teeth in his bathroom mirror. Blinking at his reflection. School won't be that bad today right? Kacchan will sure have found something else to do right?
He quickly washes his face trying too wake himself up with the cold water, while also trying to silence his thoughts at the same time. He looks back up to the mirror his eyes shifting to his hair. He doesn't do much with his hair, he never does anyways. It always been messy ever since he was young.
He slips on his black uniform buttoning it up too the very top before changing his socks. He always sleeps in socks. Then laces up his signature red boots.
Lastly he grabs money for lunch, the thought almost slipping his mind.
He looks around the room wearily before approaching a small tin opening it with caution. Yes he keeps his money in a tin, he thinks it's inconspicuous.
