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|Izuku Midoriya: Someone I Can Relate to|

[Edited: 7/13/19]

chapter twelve:
|Izuku Midoriya: Someone I Can Relate to|
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Himawari's POV

"First up, we have Izuku Midoriya, from the hero class, and Hitoshi Shinso, from general studies! Now.....BEGIN!"

Present Mic screamed into his microphone. No one moved on the battle field. The purple haired kid, that I now knew as Shinso, just stood there, talking. I could see Midoriya's face from up on the stands. He was getting angry, anyone could've guessed that.

Midoriya started taking small steps before his opponent. The tension was thick, thicker than some unsalted butter. Shinso smirked, I knew that smirk. I knew it because my classmates wore that smirk daily. They wore it when they looked at me.

Shinso was taunting Midoriya.

My eyes narrowed as Shinso started to yell louder. I could hear him loud and clear.

"You're so blessed! You've gotten everything you've ever wanted! Your friends! Your family. Your chance of becoming a hero!"

The verbal abuse brought me back to my high school. I remembered everything. All of it. The insults, the purposefully loud whispers that followed me every step I took, the points and stares that haunted me no matter where I went.

C'mon, Midoriya, do something already. Don't let him talk down to you like that!

Midoriya shouted at the boy, but I couldn't hear him. Before the words ever left his angered lips, he stopped in his tracks. His eyes clouded over as he stood in some type of daze.

What the fuck?

Midoriya started walking towards the edge of the arena.

"What is he doing?!" A girl with bobbed hair yelled from beside me, covering her mouth.

The boy stopped right at the edge. Everyone in the crowds held their breath. All of a sudden, a bursting wind whooshed throughout the stadium, sending people's hair flying back.

Midoriya looked back at the purpled headed boy, his eyes were raging. He started to run towards him. I could see the panic build up in Shinso's eyes as he desperately spat out words to try and make Midoriya mad again, but why though?

I thought for a second before connecting the dots.

It's his quirk. He needs to get him to talk.

I sucked my teeth sassily.

This guy is such a douche.

I stood abruptly from my seat, startling Kirishima who sat behind me.

"Morales what are you doin-?"

I grabbed the edge of the railing, leaning the upper-half of my body over it. I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping Midoriya would hear it over the loud cheers of the crowd.

"Kick his mothafucking ass, Midoriya!!" My voice went raspy as I yelled.

Kirishima burst into a fit of laughter, watching as I screamed bloody murder for a guy I barely knew.

"Looks like someone is enthusiastic," a girl with short, purple hair smirked.

She seemed chill. I could totally fuck with her.

Midoriya grunted at he dug his nails into Shinso's arm, punching him in the face in the process.

Unfortunately, Shinso turned the tables. Midoriya was so close to being out of the ring. I could see fresh blood running down his face as he furrowed his eyebrows in frustration.

Then, he pulled a Hail-Mary comeback.

Midoriya's face turned from frustration to absolute rage. He grabbed Shinso's arm with all his strength and flipped him over his shoulder. It was the most badass move I'd seen in a while.

"Hell yea! You totally beat his ass!" I yelled, smiling triumphantly.

I guess the timid boy heard me because he looked up at my smiling stature, half over the railing. He rubbed the back of his neck bashfully, sending me a thumbs up and a smile.

Izuku Midoriya? Yea, I could relate.

~✍️♥️🕸

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chapter twelve:
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