Vanity

Chapter 6

   "Izuku?" Knocking on the door was heard as Inko called out to her son. She stood there for just a moment trying to see if he was still passed out but then hears his faint voice. It sounded a little scruffy along with a dry throat. Like he was getting sick.
    "Can I come in?" She asked. She was slightly scared to get an answer and hoped for the best.
    "Sure..." Izuku said quietly. Inko walked in looking at her boy as his face was stuffed in his pillow. Both were just as embarrassed to talk to each other like the other.
    "Can I start?" Inko asked him with an anxious tone.

  The younger Midoriya nodded and stuck his head up to listen, still laying on the bed not bothering to sit up.
    "I'm sorry about those ugly things that came out of my mouth. I-I don't know..." Silence stood in the room as both tried to say something. The conversation was hard recognizing the current circumstance of there relationship, but they were trying.
    "Hm." Izuku hummed. It was hard to be angry, but it was also hard to accept the apology and forgive.
    "To be honest Mom, I think we still need space." He managed to choke out.Inko knew what he wanted and all she could do was try her best to respect it.

    "Okay..." It saddened her that her son can't forgive her, but it's understandable. He must hate her guts.
    "Am I painful to look and talk to?" Izuku asked. Inko didn't know how to respond. Truth or a lie? It was extremely painful to do both, but she couldn't tell her boy that? Why would she do that?

    "I-I don't know."

    "Alright." Izuku got up from the bed and walked out of the bedroom. He wasn't mad and made sure to emphasize that by at least kissing his mother's hand. He wasn't ready for a hug, kiss, anything super close. So all he could do was kiss her hand in respect and go on his way.

    "That went okay..." The boy thought as he walked off outside. He was subconsciously heading back to the Bakugou household, though it wasn't the place he wanted to go. He sighed in disappointment as he looked straight ahead. He was exhausted and felt like he was stuck in a hole, a neverending one. His heart hurt and he felt suffocated. His head suffered from delusions and painful headaches on the path he seems to be heading. It isn't so great for either his mental or physical condition.In the next week or so, it was finally time for there first time in the hero course. Izuku wasn't exactly ready but he was determined regardless to make sure he puts in the work.

  As he's walking he sees Katsuki and lifts his brows in odd guilt trying his best to make conversation.

    "Hey!"
    "What." Katsuki scanned Izuku's eyes glaring daggers right into them.
   "LOOK. I don't care about your apologies. It probably isn't directly your fault anyway."
    "Wait!"
    "Don't care" He quickly replied back and walked off.
    "Fuck" Izuku stomped the groundbreaking the cement slightly. In a fit of frustration, he bumps into the person behind him, but due to him being a lot stronger for his age it hurt the other more than him.

    "Watch it assh-"

  The girl recoils in pain. Izuku helps her up and apologizes. Very much flustered for almost cussing her out for something he did. They both pay each other respects and walk to class together to keep each other company more because Izuku felt bad.
   "Hey, I really am sorry. I get stupidly pissed a lot." He politely bowed towards the young girl in a small embarrassment.
    "No, it really is alright! I'm Uraraka, though you can call me Ochaco if you like." She waved her hands as her face was flushed. She didn't expect a sincere apology compared to seeing his face a couple of minutes ago.
    "Izuku Midoriya, Izuku is fine. Seriously, If I get pissed shrug it off as a habit. It kind of runs in the family..."

  Ochaco nodded at the boy as they shake hands. Izuku didn't show it but he was completely ashamed. He never liked being a jerk to ladies, he was taught well. The two adolescents walk into the classroom to see Mr. Aizawa. Izuku, not being amused or surprised since he is his mentor. They make eye contact as the classroom starts to stir. Students start to introduce themselves and come up with Izuku's turn. The amount of aura pouring from him manages to make the class go silent and although angry, did peak Katsuki's interest.

    "I'm going to give it to you guys straight. I'm not fucking around and I'm serious about this shit. If you think this is a god damn game get the fuck out of my face and this classroom because if you aren't committed you don't even deserve to have your presence in this class."

  Everyone goes silent, even Shouta is shocked. Some of the stronger or quiet students smile at the challenge. Others were quite scared of someone that sounded dangerous. In their eyes, he looked quite unstable. Silence stood in the classroom and everyone felt the awkward tension.
   "Maybe that was a bit too irritable." Izuku thought. He tensed up a bit letting his anxiety get to him. It was always a constant battle between that and his pride.
    "Look...all I'm saying is, I want teammates to push me up not down" Suddenly claps were heard from the side. It was Ochaco and a few others.
    "So Manly!" A young man with red hair yelled out.
   "Guess he was pretty cool," Said another. The young Midoriya was quite surprised to have some clap and agree with his views. It made him smirk quite a bit and feel fuzzy inside.

  He proceeded to sit down near the back as the class session started. He ignored the majority of it though since it was his Sensei.
    "Hey!" Izuku heard a hello from the desk next to him, though he was whispering quite well as it was hard to hear him.
    "I thought that was pretty manly dude. What's your name?" He asked.
    "Izuku Midoriya" He answered.
    "Nice! I'm Eijirou Kirishima! The dude on the other side of you is Denki Kaminari and the girl in front of him is Kyoka Jirou!" He smiled introducing his friends and himself.
    "We were the ones cheering you on along with the other two people over there." He pointed towards Ochaco and a frog-like girl sitting in front of her.
    "It's tense I know, but with an entrance like that what do you expect?" Eijirou smirked.

  Izuku sat there in his chair with a weird annoyance. He didn't hate these people at all, he was actually undeniably happy they reached out to him despite his grim look. Though he was just bluntly bothered.
    "Maybe the drug I took was worse then I thought..." He mumbled as he squinted his eyes towards the board. Although he wasn't exactly paying attention to the lecture, his blurred eyesight could only be checked if he looked towards the board since he seemed to see Eijirou just fine.
   "Earth to Midoriya?" Izuku turned his head and glared at Eijirou, sending a chill down his spine.
    "Izuku is fine." The boy sighed a breath of relief glad he wasn't angry.
    "Alright then." He mumbled.

  Izuku got through the rest of the day minding his own and sometimes would get a tap from Eijirou or Denki. He wasn't actually bothered by it, but he would purposely act annoyed just to shake their spirits.
    "Hey, kid." The young Midoriya turned to a scratchy voice that was his Sensei."So how was class? I saw you made some friends?
    "I wouldn't say, friends..." He muttered as he waved to Eijirou and the others walking off.
    "You were saying?" Shouta smirked as Izuku elbowed him and walked off.
    "Glad you're finally positive for once..."
    "What was that?"

   "Hm. Nothing."

A/N: I'd say a lot of this story honestly is a reflection of my real life. Izuku's anxiety vs his anger and pride. What's more dominant? What's sure to show it's colors first? We don't know. A lot of the actions he pulls and things he says reflect on me a bit as I have constant thoughts about certain things. My anxiety always bothering me. I'm always angry, sad, happy, or emotional in general. So I find Izuku's character as written here to be a close reflection of me.