Memories (Bnha Fanfic)

Bloodied Feelings

"Damn nerd! I told you not to enter this school! I guess you want to die today!" I remember my childhood friend, Katsuki Bakugou, or who I always called 'Kaachan,' said before sending me a strong punch to the side, making me wince in pain. I don't know if he thought of us as friends, but when we got to middle school, I knew it was all over. As I fell before Kaachan, he laughed and ignited his hands. His quirk was explosion. He used it amazingly, but other, including All Might, didn't like him using it on the innocent.

"Don't you ever think you'll come into my school and take my place!" Kaachan shouted angrily and another punch met my side. I tried to stand a couple of times, but I was soon blasted down by Kaachan. There was one time when I stood and tried to fight back, but I received a punch to the nose, making hot blood drip from it. "Trying to fight back, huh? You're gonna regret that!" Bakugou said and charged an attack. "Die!!!" He shouted and with both of his hands, sent a blast that would literally give you awful second degree burns.

I wasn't able to dodge in time so the blast hit me head on, making me hit a near by wall with a large thud. "Why aren't you using your quirk, you worthless nerd!?" Bakugou asked, sounding like a crazed madman. I can say that I was very lucky he didn't have his grenade gauntlets or I'd probably be dead already, but I refused to use One For All. I feared it'll be too deadly. When I went in to attack again, I tried to move to Kaachan's side, but he quickly countered with a blast, then grabbing my neck.

Being chocked, I looked down at Kaachan as death neared, his smirk growing wide and villain like. "What's your last words, Deku?" He asked, squeezing my neck, making me choke and drool a bit. I was about to respond, but I saw an opening and kicked Kaachan in his chest, escaping and running for life. I knew that only made him angrier, but life was better than being caught by the hands of a Highschool bully. Later that day, I stayed at home all day. My mom left to run some errands so I decided to stay home alone, broken...

"I felt broken because I've been bullied all my life by the same person who doesn't give a damn about me. He's only been there to hurt or kill me!" I said aloud to myself and cried. I felt horrible. "Why don't you go take a swan dive off the roof of the building?" I sadly remembered Kaachan saying to me, making more silent tears flow. I then left the house, walking to this abandoned area. I then took the rickety elevator to the last floor, which was the rooftop. My heart begun to thump, feeling like it'll suddenly burst.

This is what he wanted....If he wants me gone, I'll make him happy by granting him his wish...I thought as I walked close to the edge and turned around, my back facing the world, and closed my eyes. What will they all think? My mom.....All Might.....My friends at U.A......Uraraka...I thought, letting various thoughts flow into my head. I then opened my eyes and gasped for life. I couldn't do it. Taking my life would hurt everyone. After crying for a bit, I ran back home, slamming the door shut to see that Mom arrived.

"Izuku! My baby, are you alright?" She asked as I lied, giving her a convincing smile. "Yeah. Just fine." I said before heading to my room, shutting the door forgetting to lock it. I then searched through my dressers, finding a pocket knife. Feeling my heart thump loudly again, I slowly sat down on my bed, rolling my left sleeve up, revealing my clean arm. Instead of being drastic and taking my own life, it made me feel better, but cutting my skin. That day, I had fourteen scars on the arm that used to be perfect...clean...powerful...useful...loving.

After the deed was done, I sat there, as if in a trance, watched my blood trickle down my arm and eventually on the floor. Watching as it slowly dripped. "Izuku?" I heard and my room door opened, making me jumped and quickly hide my arm and the blood. "Come down for dinner okay." She said with a smile and I slowly nodded, watching her close the door. After that I cleaned up my mess and wrapped my arm. I couldn't let anyone see this.