Coexistence

Hell at UA

Izuku POV:

The day started out no different than I thought it would. As me and Uraraka walked into class, everyone was giving me the death stare like I was some kind of plague on the world. Not that I blame them. "Glaring at me wont make the problem go away people. Just suck it up and deal with it." I take my seat going over a few things with Uraraka sitting down and watching me. "....Do you mind." "Sorry, I was just curious." I roll my eyes with Iida walking up to me. "Do not think I will allow you to sit idly by and use us as your meal monster. For as a hero, it is my duty to-" "Your duty can go find itself up your ass. What we define as right and wrong are things that make this hellhole we call life have sense. If you really want to lecture me on ethics, how about we start with beginning polite conversations like a 'good morning' or 'hello'. Your ethics are bullshit if your going to threaten me before even giving me a pleasant hello to start the day."

He remained silent as he walked back to his desk. "That was uncalled for Midoriya." "He started it. I just ended it." "That's a two year old retort. Can't you think of something better?" "Sadly, no." I kept working on some work before Mr. Aizawa walked in. "Nice to see your all silent." He got to the podium to begin homeroom for us. "Today you will be doing something that effects your course of life here at UA." Everyone gasped in fear while I was hardly paying attention. "You all need to pick a class rep." "Thank god it's normal school stuff." Everyone sighed and said this with them all going into a frenzy over who it should be after. They stopped when the guy Iida suggested an election. I didn't think this was a bad idea, but I kept to myself. Everyone agreed and began writing who they wanted on the paper. I didn't even bother to join in on this, and I don't think anyone else wanted me to either.

When the tallies were done, I was class rep with 3 points. "No way am I letting a Ghoul be our classes rep." "Yeah." Everyone started muttering under their breath with nobody wanting to have me do it. Things began to escalate when they added some bad comments on how I'm a coward cause of wearing a mask when I fight. I was getting enraged. So as a way to deal with this, I grabbed a quincke from my coat pocket I had. "He's got a knife!" Everyone began to get up with some trying to charge me. Before they could though, I slammed the quinke into the podium to look at the class. "This petty bullshit you all have against me is getting on my nerves. So as a way to deal with it, I have a quincke here that is able to cut me. Anyone with a problem against me can come up and slash or stab me if they want. Like it or not, were classmates. Your all gonna have to deal with that. So when your done with this, do not assume that your talking under your breath will fly with me anymore."

Everyone was silent until Bakugou stands up. He walks over to the podium to grab the quinke and glare at me. In a single moment, he slits my throat from ear to ear to have blood come out of me like a geyser. After, my neck healed with everyone's eyes going wide. "I don't die that easily. Even if I wanted to, I can't. Anyone else want to take a crack at me?" This began with almost every student taking their fill of stabbing, cutting off limbs, or slitting my throat with me walking away fine after with only the blood and my damaged uniform as proof it even happened. The only people that didn't to this were Uraraka and Todoroki. Both I could see since they understand Ghouls a bit more. "Everyone good now? Or at least a little?" They nod with me putting the quinke away. "Good, cause Mr. idea man here will be your class rep." Everyone was silent as I walked back to my desk. 'Why do I get the feeling these bastards are long from satisfied.'

During noon at the Midoriya's, Inko POV:

After speaking to Mr. Yoshimura a bit about starting a distribution route of syntha meat in the 20th ward, I found myself heading home to think of any possible next moves to help. "Maybe I should ask Itori if anyone in her ward would like to make a small area to create the syntha meat. No, that would cause more trouble for us to keep afloat. What we really need is a benefactor that will be willing to pay for the ingredients. *sigh* Who knows when ones gonna show up at our doorstep." I start to put my keys in the door to notice it was unlocked and open. "Hello?" 'I'm sure I locked it before I left.' "Mr. Arima? Uta? Is anyone here?" I began to walk farther in with something not feeling right. I immediately pull the gun Mr. Arima gave me for protection out. I began to slowly enter into the living room to see absolutely nothing. I was about to leave until I heard a voice I dreaded to hear again. "Hello Inko. Long time no see."