Bakudeku angst

Present

Tears ran down the green haired boys cheeks, his skin as pale as paper. He was only in middle school and he felt the need to restart. If that was possible. Bakugos words rang in his head, repeating like a bad dream with a hidden message. Bakugo didn't mean it like that, he was just stuck up. He didnt want the freckled boy to feel hopeless. But that's what he felt. He was standing on the roof. Like bakugo told him too. It was long past school hours, everyone has gone home. Izuku was just blankly staring at the ground far beneath the ledge from where he stood. Thinking about his past on how the only good things that really happened was watching all might. He has to listen to Bakugo now.. since he felt if he was his friend, then he should listen. Quite a clueless boy. But a hopeless one at that.