I have friends, plenty of them. I've made tons of alliances during my time here at U.A. I used to constantly hang out with Ochako, Iida, Shoto, Tsuyu, Aoyama, and a few others. But these days it feels so draining. All I do is train with All Might, write down some analytics, and then I go home.
School. Train. Sleep. Go home... repeat. And by home I mean U.A. dorms. I no longer live with my mom. Technically, at least for now, I live here... on the safety of school grounds, which has sort of a blessing and a curse.
I'm trapped between a rock and a hard place. The academy is where I work, obviously.. and get taunted constantly by Kacchan. He's mostly verbal with his onslaught of violence, all bark and no bite. But it still hurts. I'm a sensitive guy.. although I hate admitting that out loud. And on the days he actually hits me.. it makes me so upset I clench my fists until my knuckles turn white.
But I never do anything about it.
At the end of each day I retreat to the dorms, a place where I'm supposed to be able to unwind. I never can. My life just gets so damn hectic! ..especially with me being one of the most powerful students in my class, everyone's always relying on me like all the time, so I'm always working, grinding to become the new symbol of peace.
So I need to rest between then. And home- home is supposed to be like, some peaceful zen garden for you to return to. But lately it feels just as annoying as school does. God I hate that.. I really do.
I'm kind of never alone since I've got so many roommates. It feels like needles and knives linger in the air, stabbing at my skin everytime I walk into this building. I'm always on edge and I don't know why...
Why. Am I so. On edge?
As I fluff and pinch the tips of my hair in between my fingertips, squishing out the last bit of knots and tangles I can feel, I sigh in the mirror. I'm quarter-black. My dad isn't around but my mom told me he was mixed, which is why I'm so lightskin and look nothing like him.. however. Ididn't sigh because of the state of my hair. It's actually kind of easy to manage. I sigh because everytime I look at it.. I think of the father I never got, the daddy I deserved. I bet he had hair like this.
I throw my jacket over my shoulder and walk out my dorm room into the hallway, leisurely walking to the elevator as I continue thinking about it, about how my father abandoned my beautiful mother who deserves a man in her life to take care of her, and his only child.. even as I walk outside the dorm building into the brisk air of the night.
I hate my dad. Whoever the fuck he is.
How could he abandon us?! I needed him. So many times.. I needed a man that I can look up to. A shoulder to cry on. And sure, I've got All Might. Everybody knows... he's my absolute favorite hero in the whole wide world. He's not only my mentor, but just about the only reasonable father figure I've got.
I mean there's Aizawa-sensei too.. But he's more like a grumpy strict Uncle, a stark contrast to All Might's happy-go-lucky charm and bold demeanor. I love my teacher, but I'd prefer a nicer dad.
I drop my gym bag in the corner of the training room and flick on the light, my eyes squinting as they adjust to the brightness. A soft sigh escaped my thin nostrils. I wish for once in my entire life someone would take care of me. Here I am at Midnight about to train.. again. While everyone else sleeps peacefully because they don't have the same responsibilities I do.
I have to save the world, time and time again... I'm just a kid fighting adult battles.
Sometimes I want to lie down, to give up, but this is what I asked for..! *I* decided to be a Hero and I knew what it came with: the strife, the grief, the long days. Hell, my literal goal is to be number one.. so just shut up Izuku! Shake it off.. and get started with your training.
"Alright.. full cowling," I mumble under my breath, closing my eyes as the green aura forms around my body.
It feels electric, almost alive as it pulses through me; one for all always manages to surprise me no matter how many times I use it. My arms and legs infuse with the energy and begin to power up, whilst mint green veins, thick as molasses protrude from my pale skin all over.
"OKAY." I shouted through gritted teeth, a look of determination on my face as I lowered my stance into a fighting position and curled my hands into fists. A smirk tugged at my lips. My last training session with All Might went extremely well and I learned tons of new things, leaving me excited to test my progress. "Time to test my new move!"
"Oi.. nerd." I recognize that gruff raspy voice.
My head whips around, and of course it's him. But who else would it be?
To me, he's kacchan. My bestfriend since we could walk. To everyone else.. he's Katsuki Bakugou. The annoying, loud-mouthed, arrogant, cocky, mean blonde boy that thinks he runs U.A. just because his quirk is cool and powerful. Tbh.. I agree. Just don't tell kacchan I said that.
As I glance over my shoulder with probably a really dumb look on my face, I take in his appearance. His usual spiky hair is more rounded around the edges, probably due to sleeping on it, but its disheveled nonetheless and.. kind of cute if I say so myself. But like, not in a weird way.
He's wearing all black, it's really casual. Sneakers, sweats, short-sleeved tee. I think its around 12:30 am by now, and usually everyone is asleep at this time or in their rooms.. so why.. why is he here? I slowly turn my body to face him, crossing my arms. His low red eyes drink me in, looking me up and down with disdain. A corner of his upper lip raises in a scowl, I immediately cringe. Does he just.. wake up angry?
"kacchan..?" I pipe up softly, my body instinctively taking a few steps towards him. He was at least five feet away. "What's wrong? Is.. everything okay..?"
"Yeah. Everything's fine, Deku." He deadpans, sleep dripping off his tone. I can tell he's tired and wants to go back to bed but somethings keeping him up. Something that made him get up, get dressed, and come find me at almost 1 in the morning.
