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As much as he loved sucking people off, the bathroom was not the place to do it. He tried to say no, he really did, but like always they wouldn't listen to 'the whore of UA'. Izuku couldn't say he really blamed them, he was 'practically asking for it after all', it was his fault. Doesn't mean he feels any less disgusting as he kneeled there. "Good slut." Tears fell out of his green eyes as the boy from before left him there with those words.
He hefted himself up from the floor before checking his watch, "Son of a bitch, he made me late!" Izuku quickly wiped the tears from his eyes and rushed out of the bathroom, not caring how out of place his hair was as he made his way to the theater.
"You are late, Mr. Midoriya." His teacher gave him a scrutinizing gaze. "Do try to leave such activities for after class, so as not to be late next time." He flinched at her tone before she began to talk about their next big production.
"Damn, she really said, no mercy," The feminine voice from beside him startled him for a second. Oh, It's just Tsu.
"Yeah, not like I blame her." She let out a huff.
"Was it your boyfriend?"
"No."
"Forced?"
"Yeah."
"This is why I hate people." The green haired girl leaned back in her chair as she looked at him, his shoulders were shaking lightly. "I can never tell if you are going to cry or laugh when you do that."
He let out a strained chuckle at that. Everybody used to say he was far too emotional for anything and he supposed that's why he was good in theater. "You okay Izuku?" He looked up at the black haired boy who sat beside Tsu now.
"I'm fine Fumi, just stressed. I still need to audition, set up the script, memorize other lines, finish other projects, and apologize to Shoto." Izuku rubbed at his temples harshly and he heard the two beside him sigh. "What?"
"Who was it this time?" The black haired boy narrowed his red eyes at Izuku and the green haired boy tried not to flinch.
"You can't beat them up for a misunderstanding."
"Oh yes I can, I'll send my brother after him. He has no qualms beating up rapists."
"Keep your voice down!" Izuku slapped a hand over Fumikage's mouth. "It was a misunderstanding."
"Izuku, if you don't mind me asking, when are you going to stop letting stupid frat boys push you around?"
"I do mind Tsu." He removed his hand and placed it against his head instead. "And, I don't know. It's complicated."
"It's rape."
"Complicated."
Tsuyu placed her hand on Fumikage's arm, the boy pressed his lips into a fine line before speaking. "We're worried Izuku, they're hurting you. It needs to stop, if I have to stop them myself, I will."
Izuku ran a hand through his curly hair with a frown. "Thank you, but no. I don't want you getting in trouble just because they are persistent. I care about you too, don't get in trouble for me."
Tsu pushed her pony tail over her shoulder. "Just know, we're your beat a bitch squad, don't be afraid to let us do our job as friends."
The green eyed boy felt salty liquid fill his eyes as he smiled softly. "Thank you."
His smile was stretched too thin, showing a bit too much teeth, pulling at all the muscles at his skin, very convincing, but there was one thing you could never, stretch so thin, never pull so tight.
The eyes are said to be the windows to the soul, if that was true, Izuku didn't have one.
