Homework Club

The Duality of Icyhot

This song just gives me 2007 emo Todoroki vibes and I'm going to go draw fanart of that now
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I don't know what the fuck that Nerds Club is doing to me. I just had fun with someone who isn't Kirishima. Two people that aren't Kirishima. With Glee! Of all things. I think I need medical attention. This can't be normal. This is concerning...

Luckily, it was a Friday. That means...

A) No school for two, beautiful, blissful days.
B) I get to binge-watch Glee! with Kirishima.
C) I get to fucking sleep.

Yep, weekends are definitely my favourite time of the week (Club meetings starting to make a close second). That is because mom lets me sleep for as long as I want. If you don't believe me, once I didn't sleep at all for three days straight, then the other two days of the week, I got less than four hours sleep. That weekend, I was legally in a coma. I slept for 26 hours without waking up. It was the best two days of my highschool life.

Sadly, before that, I have to get past last period.

Maths.

Mental
Abuse
To
Human
Society.

I want to tape the person who invented the math curriculum to a firework and have a nice show for the whole school. I think that would earn me some brownie points with the kids at this school. Unfortunately, that would be classified as murder and then I would go to jail for doing the world a favour.

I stared at the clock. Sweet Jesus, there was still 20 minutes left. I looked at the board to see the teacher pointing and explaining random basic shit that I already learned from Icyhot earlier in the week.

Oh fuck, here we go again. It seems like any time I zone out, my mind makes a loop back to the damn Nerds Club. Sometimes I wonder if Kirishima really had good intentions when he signed me up because this club is driving me fucking bonkers.

Suddenly, the bell rang and students began filing out of the classroom while the teacher wiped down the board. Fuuuuuuuck, was my first thought. I was so zoned out I didn't write the homework assignment. Welp, guess who needs to start praying to every god that has ever existed if I don't want to get my ass whooped by Icyhot.

As I was walking down the hall towards the exit, some asshole bumped into me, hard. "Oi! What..." My voice trailed off when I saw the familiar bi-coloured hair, speed walking into a less crowded corridor. He looked like he was shaking, like he was genuinely scared. So, because I'm obviously the nicest person in the world, I followed him.

As I turned the corner I saw him. Jesus Christ. He was a mess. He was sitting on the ground shaking, crying and fumbling in his backpack for something. In a panic, I ran towards him and grabbed his shoulders. I had a friend who acted like this on some occasions and lets just say I didn't see him again after that.

He looked up at me in shock. "K-Katsuki..." He muttered. I nodded and sat next to him on the ground. "What the fucks wrong with you?" I asked, trying to hide the fact that this asshole is actually worrying me.

"It's nothing. Just a little anxiety." He shrugged and I wasn't having it. A little anxiety, my ass. A few seconds ago he was an absolute wreck. "Ok, I'm going to tell you something. That was absolute bullshit. What the hell is wrong, and what were you so desperate to get out of your bag?"

He sighed. "Don't tell Midoriya, or anyone for that matter." I nodded and prepared myself for some sad-ass story. "It started when I was four. I don't even know what happened, but mom and dad started fighting. I mean, violent fights. Dad would grab her and force her head into the wall. Once, he smashed a plate over her head and knocked her unconscious. Then one day, he decided he'd find a new way to hurt her," I looked at him to show that I was listening. He swallowed thickly before continuing. "Me. The first time he hit me was when I was five. He would hurt me to take out his anger and to get back at her for defying him. It's how I got this damn scar. The fireplace wqs getting a new fence so it was completely exposed, he pushed me and I fell into it. Not only me, though, but my other siblings as well. I guess one day, mom had taken enough bullshit and left. She just left us with him. That made everything ten times worse. Even now, I'm still scared to go home." His voice trailed off.

"That bastard..." That was the only thing I could say. Jeez, this guy had daddy issues. Then I remembered. "What were you getting out of your bag?"

"Oh right. It's honestly nothing. It's just my sketchbook. Drawing calms me down. But, surprise surprise, dad doesn't support it. On multiple occasions, he's torn up a peice in front of me." Can I punch this guy? He sounds like the biggest gaping asshole this world has ever seen.

"Can I see your pictures or whatever you call them?" He suddenly looked panicked and shook his head violently. I'll take that as a no. "That's fine. It's ok. Just gimme a pen and a peice of paper real quick." He skeptically took a pen from the overflowing pencil case and his Club schedual.

"If you ever need to get away from your dad..." I wrote down my address. "You're welcome at my place. No one should go through that bullshit. Plus, Mom would probably be delighted that I have a friend over." I rolled my eyes.

He laughed a bit. "We're friends?" I immediately realized what I'd said. "JUST TAKE THE FUCKING ADDRESS, ASSHOLE!" I yelled and stood up. He smiled and nodded.

The fuck did I get myself into?