Back Again (old version)

4

I laughed at his request. Fight? Ah, whatever. I got up and faced him. "After school, training hall 3. Be there."

He looked at me and nodded. Everyone in the class was looking back and forth between us. No one knew what to say. I left shortly after feeling bored. I had a lot in my mind. What to do for my fight with Shoto.

When the end of the day came, I finally had a plan. This would work.

Shoto and I both stepped into a circle of students, everyone was making bets, mostly on Shoto. Then it started.

FIGHT!

Shoto made the first move sending a wave of ice towards me. I easily dodged ran straight for him. He sent more ice towards me but I kept dodging them. This battle was already decided. He wasn't using his fire. Getting closer to him, it was getting harder to dodge. I ended up letting it look like he hit his mark but just hiding behind his wall of ice. Checkmate. I circle around to his fireside and caught him off guard. Before he could turn and use his ice, I nailed his jaw and sent him flying. This was over.

My victory was mostly thanks to my speed and Shoto's lack of using his fireside. It leaves him open there.

Everyone now knew what I was all about but I guess some didn't like that.

After my match, I headed out. Hunger was getting the best of me. I started towards my favorite cafe. I was about there when I was stopped. They were some kids from school based on their uniforms.

"Hey, we saw your match..." one of them said.

"Tha..."

"You quirkless sh*t."

Before I could fully process what they said, I was met with a fist to my face. I looked up. It was Bakugou.

"We don't really like it when quirkless punks like you get a big head. So we came here to put you in your place."

Three people could up behind me and hold me in place. Despite all my efforts to work out, these guys had strengthening quirks. I was helpless.

"You may have beat Icy-Hot but you can't win without your little tricks." A foot made contact with my stomach. "Your nothing here. kick. You're helpless. kick. Weak. punch. Pathetic. punch. Nothing. Remember that."

They continued to beat me until I couldn't struggle anymore. They left me there and spat on me. This situation seemed all too familiar. Why? Why still do I get treated like trash? Dirt. For being quirkless. I had had enough. If they won't accept me, I know who will.