Misunderstood? | BakuDeku

Ch. 1 Desirable Memory

It was a cold and chilly morning, not to mention this time of year for new opportunities. Time of year new things come around only once a month, it had only seemed like it was years ago, before the streets grew this noisy. The time of year for new and rare collectibles to be added to the shelves of many shops around the world of December. People who were even desperate to wait outside in the freezing cold just to be first in line to be able to obtain such a rare item, a certain person who was willing to do that was nevertheless Izuku Midoryia.

An alarm had deliberately rung causing the green haired boy to jolt up, a loud creak followed in his bed's frame with the sudden movement. He put his warm, and soft, gentle hand on the side of his head nauseously. His eye's closed hesitantly, as everything began to grow dark around him. He shook his head quickly, slapping his cheeks minorly soft, still leaving behind a slight pink print from the sudden tension to his fragile cheeks, trying to keep himself awake of course. 

Slowly he tilted his head, reading off the alarm clock, 2 am it had said.  A soft small smile formed on his face, without a moments doubt he began to hurriedly get up out of bed to put his clothes on, grabbing any essential that he needed such as his phone, sleeping bag, wallet, keys, book, and etc. Rushing out of his bedroom door, and running down the stairs, leaving a creak behind him with each step, cautiously but hurridly trying to make it out the door without waking his mother.

Not long looking up out at the fresh, clear darkish sky, with essential misty transparent clouds slowly floating about the early sky. He inhaled deeply with his hands tightly gripping his backpack straps, as the first few steps of his short journey began.

A gush of wind blew, hitting the green haired boy's face on impact. His eyes closed tightly as the wind swept past his face in a split second. His cheeks began to grow a bit red, the freezing wind not to mention temperatures stung his fragile cheeks. That one blow of wind already had him shivering in an instant, it was obvious it would happen considering what he had been wearing, which was only a baggy pastel pink sweater that read ¨happy¨ in Japanese with white print, and black jeggings. Not to mention made him look quite feminine. 

Even in all these condition's Izuku was still capable to smile, which was expected of him since he had been thinking of this moment for years now, it was something he had always wanted to do but never got to as a child, now it was the day, a memory that would last him his entire lifetime.

Before you know it the green haired boy was there in a blink of an eye, all kinds of thoughts clogging up his mind making it as quick as it had been. He had been on the other side of the street observing his surroundings around the small shop, only seeing people setting up their tents, and people resting in their sleeping bags already calling it a night. He inhaled deeply and exhaled happily aware that the line was fairly short.

It was time to set up his ¨tent¨ for the night, he unraveled his things crossing the street, heading to the back of the small line. Izuku had gotten onto the cold aching floor as he squirmed tightly trying to fit in his sleeping bag, not really thinking that the sleeping bag would grow out on him in only three years, not to mention not the most comfortable without the cushioning of a mattress in a nice warm bed.

Nothing that he could do now, he slowly began to rest his head down on the bed. His head touched the ground but suddenly shot back up with an unexpected yelp, following behind with his hand on his cheek, one trail of blood dripping from his middle and index finger. Not to mention yet again followed behind with about eight shushes, as the people gave him deathening and unconcerned glares as they went on to do what they were doing. But Izuku being the apologetic boy he is, stood up and began bowing repeatedly explaining how sorry he was, which began to turn into speeches even paragraphs long worth of rambling, and nonstop tears that began to trickle down the pale boy's face and cheeks.

An angered blonde spiky haired boy ripped open his tent in annoyment, looking at the green haired boy in utter annoyance. That sudden glare made Izuku stop dead in his tracks, causing him to sit down immediately, blinking back the residue of tears that were in his eyes, getting rid of that cloudy vision he once had. But who he saw two people sleeping in sleeping bags ahead of him, was abrupt.

The blonde clenched his fists tightly. ¨Shut the hell up, people are trying to sleep, you idiot!¨ He shouted, breathing heavily.

Izuku shook his head quickly as if he was in some type of dream. ¨K-Kacchan?!¨ He stuttered, gazing at the blonde spiky-haired boy's crimson eyes, in awe.