i wake up and instantly feel a pain in my back. my mother was behind me holding a chair by the legs. "finally! jesus fucking christ! it took like 3 hits for you to wake up! get in the shower bitch, your dad and i are going to work. you're walking to school, here's the address. don't take money, food or anything except your bag to school. if food or money is missing i won't hesitate to- ah what the fuck. you know the drill." she says smacking me upside the head and walking out. i hear the front door slam and i hop in the shower.
i wash my hair well with shampoo and conditioner so it's nice and soft. it's usually soft anyways, but this made it smell nicer. i blow dry my hair and look in the mirror. "...damn them...." i say looking at my scars. "just fantastic; a huge scar on my face trailing down the hem of my shirt. it looks like there's no end in sight." i change into my biggest hoodie and grab my bag and sketchbook. i look at the time and realize i still have like 20 minuets before i have to leave. i decided to just go early, it would give me a good chance to look around the school before class. i put on my worn out red high tops and sigh homeschool sucks, but... if family can do that to family...
w h a t e l s e c a n a s t r a n g e r d o ?
i think to myself. i head out the front door and look around. bright... i realized right then and there that it was not normal to force your child in the house all day. kids were running, laughing, enjoying themselves and parents were talking to their kids, sending them off to school. it was the middle of the school year when i enrolled, so i'd attract more attention being the new kid. what's more is i was homeschooled all my life.
i make it to the school and look up at it. "hiya~! you must be new!" i hear as a hand is placed on my shoulder. instinctively i flinch and yelp. "woah, it's ok! what's your name? i'm Ochaco Uraraka" the girl said. i gently smile back and reply with "i'm i-izuku midoriya, you're right, i am new... i was just gonna go take a look around and find my class...." she looks at me kindly. "welllll, izuku. would you like help? or if you wanna explore on your own, that's fine too!" she says, smiling at me.
"u-uhmm... could i look around on my own? i just learn better figuring things out myself.. is all....." i say nervously, hoping she doesn't get mad. "ok! that's fine. nice to meet you izuku-chan! see ya~!" she says as she walks away. with that i make my way to the building. i look around all the floors and all the classes taking notes as i go in my binder. i hear the bell ring, which, i'm not gonna lie, made me jump.
i look back at my notes and make my way to class 1-A. i knock and a tired looking man opens the door. "hmm? oh, you're not my student...?" he said in general confusion. "o-oh... i'm the n-new student" i say. "oh, that checks out. i'm your teacher, Mr Aizawa. and you are....?"
"i'm izuku midoriya...."
"ok, you can sit in that desk there." he says, gesturing to a desk. "o-ok" i say, still anxious. about 3 minuets later, everyone shows up and the bell rings signalling the locker break was over. "Izuku," mr aizawa says, i instantly stand up. " w-would you like to introduce yourself?" he continues. "o-ok..." i walk up to the front and face my classmates. "h-hi.. i'm Izuku Midoriya. i hope w-we can all get along this y-year." i say, insanely nervous. a hand then raised, mister aizawa addresses it. "yes minoru?" he says, calmly. "what's that scar on his face from?" he says extremely curious. "now now, he may not want to share it's backstory." mr aizawa says.
"tch" a boy with blonde hair says in annoyance. mr aizawa looks at me as he raises a hand with a smile. i flinch and close my eyes tight, ready to be hit, but nothing.
"izuku..? you may return to your seat now...."
i slowly open my eyes to see he was just pointing to my seat again. i blush from embarrassment and quickly sit down.
~time-skip brought to you by best boi shoto~
at lunch, about a week later, the kid who sat behind me, i think his name is shoto todoroki, taps my shoulder making me jump. i slowly turn around to see him looking at me in confusion. " y-yes?" i say, trying not to make him mad. "i've seen you before. you live near me. you used to go out often, but after some years ago i stopped seeing you. did you move?" he asked while sitting across the table from me at the cafeteria.
"what do you mean?"
"what?"
"w-what do you mean by 'did i move'?"
"... like... moving houses?"
"i've only moved once, but not recently..."
"....k, then why don't you go outside anymore?"
"i'm not allowed to go outside. last week was my first time in years actually..."
"...y-years? what do you mean you're not allowed outside?"
"well, i'm not allowed to leave the house, and when i do......" i trail off
"when you do....? what happens?"
"....i can't talk about it. mother wouldn't like it. punishment would be.... severe." i say, trying to calm down. i found it easy to talk to todoroki. he was kind.
"hey, where'd you get the scar from? it looks newer... i'd like to say... 2 weeks ago?" he says as he takes a bite of macaroni and cheese.
"you got it, on the nose. just a few weeks ago..."
"what's it from?"
"...i can't say.... mother and f-father... wouldn't like it..."
"did they do that to you?! midoriya, listen, i know we don't really know each other, but i know that's not ok." i stare at him scared.
"...i... i know..... well, a-at least now i do.... in normal schools... they... they don't hit you, do they..?"
"i... of course not! midoriya, we need to go to a teacher."
"w-wait i-" i get interrupted by someone saying
"what. the. fuck?"
i visibly flinch at the question and slowly turn around.
"b-b-bakugo?! how long have y-you been there?!" i say scared of what he may have heard
"i heard everything. don't try to hide it. listen, over this past week... you've been acting strange. people don't normally flinch when you gently tap them on the shoulder, they don't reek of alcohol smell and they definitely don't stay inside all day. where's your food nerd? you're so fucking skinny and you haven't eaten anything for the past week you've been here." "i-i.....i don't... have any food...." they both look at me and shoto asks
"when was the last time you ate?"
"....i don't know...."
"deku. when was the last time you ate?!" bakugo asks again angrily. i flinch and cave in. "i don't know. honestly, i'm not hungry." and at that point, my stomach growls. just perfect. caught in a lie by my own damn body. "your stomach says otherwise. here, have some food" todoroki says pushing the plate towards me. "i-i can't.... m-mother.... she would...." i say shakily, on the verge of tears.
"that's it. come with me, nerd. icy-hot, follow if you want. i don't give 2 shits." bakugo says dragging me by the arm. i wonder where we're going.
"b-bakugo" no reply
"katsuki!"
"KACCHAN?!?"
he stops in his tracks and turns to me. "what's with the nickname?" he says while blushing. shoto just caught up and kacchan continues. he shoved me into the boys bathroom along with todoroki, makes sure nobody else is in there and locks the main door. "deku. off with the hoodie and shirt. NOW." i back up and protest.
"n-no! i'm n-not gonna show you anyth-AHH!" i say as he whips off my sweater. "....shit....."
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