No Rose is Without its Thorns

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Hey there!!! So this chapter's a bit of a filler but I'm happy with it. I said it on my conversation board, but here's a reminder! I've finally come up with an updating schedule that I think I can stick to! I'm gonna begin updating every other Wednesday, starting today! Obviously, haha. So after today's update, an update for The Universe Lies Docile in You Eyes will be posted on the 27th, then an update on The Other Side of the World on December 11th, then an update on this fic on the 25th of December, then so on and so forth. Hopefully, once I get this schedule down I can cut it down to every Wednesday instead of every other Wednesday. Anyways, Here's the chapter!!! I hope you enjoy!

Oh!! Also, This chapter is named after the poem Izuku writes in it, but I couldn't fit in anywhere so if you want to read it it'll be in the notes I put in at the bottom! Okay okay anyways here's the chapter for real. 

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Izuku peaked out of his blankets, warm yellow sun from his window blinding him and he pulled the covers back over his head. He hadn't moved from his place in days, deep fear and a freezing sadness left him glued to his bed and floating around his room like a forgotten specter with nowhere else to go.

He knew Nedzu was worried. He knew it, and yet he still couldn't force himself to leave his isolation. He was plagued with nightmares, past voices and bloody sights fillings his nightly hours, leaving him sluggish and sick in the day. He was a mess, all because of Kacchan.

The last time he saw Katsuki was the same week he was thrown into the Awagoto facility, who's name had recently come out in the news in a shocking report.

He was in front of the fountain at the school, waiting for Katsuki to get to their waiting place so they could walk home when a few of his lackeys had walked up to him, with one main boy almost drooling in eagerness. He demanded to try out his quirk, and Izuku couldn't refuse. The boy asked for Izuku to make him more powerful.

This was an act of envy, as he only asked for more power in order to best Katsuki, who had become too domineering for the boy to handle, and so while his weak wind quirk increased a tenfold in power, he bled to death before he was ever able to use it. Izuku's quirk stole his eyes away, so he may never view another thing to envy. Somewhere in a sick place in his brain, he found this to be the most dramatic death his quirk had ever caused. Did it really need to take his eyes? Why not just the lenses in his eyes? Why not just blind him?

He recalled the wails of sirens and the terrified looks from students older than him as they rabbled around him and the body to which he clung to as he screamed out apologies. He didn't mean to hurt him. He didn't want to. He never did. Teachers attempted to keep the students away, though they weren't too successful. He remembered the cold hard grips of the policemen as the grabbed his wrists and as they clipped the chilly cuffs onto his tiny wrists, the way the officer glanced at him, with that prudent, cagey kind of feeling they carried and how his hands were sticky and wet with blood and that the officer wouldn't let him clean them because they would have to remove the cuffs.

The thought of his sticky, slick hands growing cool and dry made Izuku's stomach roll, and he ran to the bathroom, throwing the door open and releasing the content of his gut into and around the toilet bowl. He choked and spat out the sour spit in his mouth and flopped back against the wall, resting his head against the cool tile. It occurred to him that this was the first time he had left his room since the exams, and he laughed and laughed until fat tears pooled in his eyes and leaked down his cheeks, his throat constricting as little gulps echoed through the spacious room. His throat hurt, and he laid down, eyes sliding closed.

He awoke a little bit later from his accidental doze once again in his room, tucked in nice and tight with a plate and glass of water placed on his bedside table. He began to cry again. He stood up, opened his door and walked out to the living room.