My Realization |BNHA/MHA|Suicidal AU| (Book 1)

⌾Chapter 3⌾

His summer felt too short as his second year of high school started back up again. Izuku wasn't really happy about that, replacing his yellow backpack with a plain and regular duffel bag.

He missed his yellow backpack but he couldn't really do anything about it. It was beaten, broken, torn and burned to a crisp. It was completely unusable, he can't even give it as a hand-me-down. Izuku ended up just conforming with society and got the classic duffel bag that everyone should have. The dull blue-gray color made him feel more uncomfortable than most people should feel.

Izuku was all about conformity, fitting in as much as possible. Whether it be fixing the way his hair looks, using makeup to cover up blemishes and freckles, he wanted to conform with how most people look. That way nobody will pay attention and simultaneously not pay attention to his powerless self.

Izuku didn't care for people, his cynical outlook on life worsening. He started to nitpick things on how other people are and how plastic and fake they were.

"That person obviously had plastic surgery, and that person is caked in makeup but nobody would notice since it's natural." Izuku could see through everyone's facades. All of them were fake, everyone has a secret that they keep to themselves forever.

His daily routine consisted of waking up, using the bathroom, getting dressed, going to school, going home, studying until dinner, and finally, going to sleep.

This boring and mundane daily routine is something he kept up consistently throughout his two years of high school. He didn't have any friends and he didn't want any, so most of the time he just locked himself up in his room.

But for the first time in two years, his mundane routine took a sharp turn and plunged down a cliff. Encountering the man who had put him through living hell was definitely a change of pace in his perfectly calculated schedule.

Tall and handsome, his ears newly pierced and his eyes as sharp as ever. His messy and spiked blonde hair making him look as deadly as ever. A chill went up Izuku's spine when he ran into him on his way to school, the narrow and walled up pathway making his anxiety turn to peak condition.

"Huh? Oh, it's Deku. Fucking nerd. Hey, how have you been these past few years? Still as useless as ever? I thought you would've been dead by now but you're still alive and kicking... What a shame." Bakugo snickered, getting closer and closer.

Izuku rolled his eyes, becoming bolder in his actions and sarcasm. He didn't care if he got hurt anymore. Sure, it would hurt, but sooner or later the wounds would fade away and it would subside.

"Unless he makes you crippled," Izuku thought, as he started to speed up, desperate to ignore him. He hated Bakugo with a burning passion.

Suddenly the man latched onto his arm and pulled him closer to Izuku, looking into his eyes. He could feel his breath on his skin, making it crawl.

And then Bakugo smirked. "Even now, you're legs are shaking in fear and your entire body is telling you to run. It's sort of pathetic to see you haven't gotten out if those habits!"

Izuku felt his face being smashed into a nearby wall, his glasses smashing into small pieces and a burning sensation around his nose. He could feel the small trickle of blood pouring out of it. The one thing Izuku hated more than people was being used.

So he kicked into fight or flight mode. It was either he run (unsuccessfully) or fight (also unsuccessfully). Izuku decided that if he was going down, it was going to be a plane crash headed right for the lake underneath.

Izuku aimed a punch at Bakugo, which caught him off guard. He didn't think the weakling would fight back, let alone have that much fire in his eyes. His fist smacked him right on the cheek.