Expelled (MHA Dadzawa)

Chapter 1

It was currently the Easter holidays in the 2-A dorms. Everyone was taking part in an egg hunt, courtesy of Momo because she thought that it would be fun, and no one was fighting. Well, apart from Bakugou, he's always trying to fight with someone. Midoryia was skipping around the kitchen when he felt a presence behind him, turning around he saw his homeroom teacher. "Hello Aizawa-sensei! Are you joining in with the egg hunt?" The pure cinnamon roll asked a bright smile was on his face. "No, I came here to tell you to pack up your things. You're expelled." The tiered man stated. As the younger male fell to his knees sobbing, all Aizawa could do was remind him to leave before tomorrow. It was them when the cinnamon roll felt something break. He was told by a teacher who was starting to feel like a father-figure crushed his dreams and didn't even spear him a glance before he left. Midoryia got up off of the floor and headed to his old dorm room where he proceeds to put his thing into two separate categories, trash and take home. 

As the clock struck one o'clock, Midoryia had gotten rid of all hero themed things and only kept his darker plain things. There were five boxed to get rid off and two to take home along with a duffle bag. There was a note on the boxes, " Fuck you guys. Take this, burn it for all I care. Next time you will hear from me, you'll be wishing that you didn't expel me. This was the last straw. I'm now broken beyond repair and no hero can help me now. Also, the person who you thought I was, was an act. See you in hell." With that there, he left the dorms and UA feeling broken and empty. He saw Eraserhead before he was off of the campus so he decided to stick his middle fingers up at him and then continued to walk away. Eraserhead was shocked. The problem child walked out only caring two boxes and a duffel bag before flipping him off and leaving.

He decided to make sure he didn't accidentally leave anything behind so he checked his old dorm. It was there that he got even more shocked and confused. After reading his note that he left, he was sad to see him go but it was for the best. He looked in the boxes to find all of his heroes themed items and a bundle of notes, all of them were addressed to 'kacchan' or Bakugou. Although it was breaching his privacy, he opened one of them. It was a suicide letter dated three years ago. He opened another, three years, three years, two years, two years, last year and one from a month ago. Did he attempt to kill himself on multiple occasions but failed each time? Turning his attention back to the piles of merch he decided that the school would sell them and then give Problem child the money.

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Midoryia's mind was clouded. There were no reasons that he could think that he would get expelled, Mineta had more reasons to get expelled and ye he is still there! He was angry- No! He was beyond pissed. Tomorrow when his rage has passed he shall contact Nezu and ask for the reason of his expulsion. But today, he would redecorate his whole small apartment and start a new life. One where he won't be put down for anything, he will be the king of the world. His room was now painted white with a dark green feature wall. He had a black double bed with black sheets, Black nightstands on either side. A bookcase opposite his bed along with a large desk. The window had black curtains on them now and there was nothing to do with heroes in his room. His bathroom and closet were painted a light grey and his closet now only contained blacks, greys and dark greens. He had combat boot, black vans, white vans, black and white vans and black dress shoes. His kitchen and living room were now black, grey, white and dark green and the former guest room was now a gym and office for him. The gym equipment could be hidden in the closet, out of sight. 

There was only one thing that was on his wall, it was above a mirror before the door. It was a simple quote that stated 'Ruling the world'. Izuku Midoryia will rule the world, it may take some time but he will. And he'll do it without anyone to 'hold his hand'.