Stuck together// Bakudeku

Good ridance chapter 2

{Midoriya's pov}

[Friday afternoon, 8th grade]

I filled out my form and passed it to my teacher taking deep breaths, trying to relax. A couple more did as well and soon everyone had turned in their form.

Mrs. Hoshi (the teacher of hero academics for middle school) stood in the front of her 8th grade class. She was looking through some papers that were turned in by her students. She saw one and smiled and looked at the one behind and had the most shocked expression on her face.

"Midoriya, I am so proud of your bravery to apply to U.A!" She looked up looking at her green haired student. For a moment I was happy that she was proud, then I realized my whole class who hated me now knew.

A blonde boy I recognized as Kacchan, shot up from his desk and death glared at me, I knew at this moment my life was probably over. The teacher did not notice as she dismissed the class for the day and walked out, I begged in my mind for her to not leave but she did. As soon as she was out of sight bakugou and his friends stomped up to me so I stood up but they backed me up against the wall behind me.

Next thing I knew my journal was ripped from my hands and I was on the floor. I stared up at kacchan, only him, I did not care about his friends. He stared right back at me.

"Tch useless deku, who do you think you are!" he said this in a passive aggressive way, I decided not to respond. He looked like he was about to scream at me but his face changed. He moved away from me and scoffed and walked out motioning his friends to follow. I just sat there, alone and tears staining my face.

[at home]

I slowly entered my house, going straight to the kitchen to begin dinner. Soon enough my father came behind me but at this point, I was done. I am not going to let him get his way any more.

"Get off me you old pervy ass man!" I said I still turned away from him holding a pack of ramen noodles.

"OH FUCK NO" Hisashi yelling a ear bleeding yell and grabbed my by my colar, forcing me to turn around. He tore off my shirt then threw me on the ground.

"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO, KILL ME? I AM DONE WITH YOUR SHIT" I got up immediately kicked him where it hurts. I am not strong as him and he made that clear by kicking me back harder against the wall. This time he repeatedly punched and scratched at my chest. I was not going to give in.

"FUCK YOU DAD, DO WHAT YOU WANT YOU WILL NOT BREAK ME" I have never in my life been this brave, but today just put me over my edge. If he didn't kill me, I probably would do it myself.

"YOU ARE A UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT" He spat on me punching me in my chest again leaving a green and purple bruise. All I could do was take it until he got tired of not getting a response he wanted from me. He slapped me across the face one last time and angrily stomping to his room, grabbing a beer on the way there.

I went to my bathroom and cleaned myself up, my wounds and scars. I put on my plain green shirt with some black sweatpants. I walked back in the kitchen and cooked only myself ramen this time. I didn't bother cooking for my dad. I took my dinner to my room and sat at my desk, tears starting to form after being held back for too long. I cried, I cried so incredibly hard, tears were falling into my hot soup so I moved it away and buried my face into my arms crying. All that crying gave me a headache and by then it was 12:00 am. I sighed and looked at my now cold ramen. I didn't bother with it and took off my shirt and went into my warm bed.

{Midoriya's pov}

[The next saturday morning]

I woke up the sound of a shriek, a defining, ear bleeding, shriek. I shot out of bed recognizing the shrek as my mother's. I quickly ran out of my room in only my sweatpants. As I reached the bottom of the stairwell all I saw was my mom over my father, who was on the ground, unconscious. Beer bottles were surrounding him with throw up stains near his head. It reeked but I was more concerned for my mom.