The Spectacular Spider-Deku

3- Pain And Suffering

I looked around for Katsuki and watched as he ran away, wiping his tears as he sprinted back down the road towards his house.

* * *

I just sat there against the wall as I cried. My back was hurting, but it was nothing against what my heart was feeling.

My last source of actual happiness just blew me into a wall. My best friend. And then he ran away.

My mom didn't even shatter my heart quite as much when she told me I couldn't be a hero as what he just did.

My mother had essentially given up just as she heard the news, but Katsuki? He just said that even without a quirk, I'd be an amazing hero. And now, the same boy who said that is rushing away from me, CRYING, because he can't feel happy for me having a quirk.

Yet I can't seem to hate him.

He's been too purely kind to me over the years. He protected me from the bullies, he hung out with me.. He makes my day 10 times better every time I see him. Today was the only exception.

I curled up into a ball despite how my back begged for me not to and sobbed into my knees, hoping for him to come back.

But he never did.

* * *

The next day in class was a nightmare. Everyone had noticed the distance between me and Kacchan, and so I was isolated from the rest of the class like I had been just a few years ago.

It hurt.

It hurt to watch Katsuki turn his head away as soon as I look back at him, it hurt to watch as Katsuki went and talked to someone else without me, it hurt to not have his gruff laugh be caused by me after I told him a funny joke. It really did.

Instead, I saw him laughing with Tsubasa and Gomu, the two idiots of the class.

My heart just crumbled into ashes.

- - -

Class ended, finally, and I watched as Katsuki almost ran out of the classroom, probably to avoid me.

I felt my heart, which was already ash, dissolve into nothingness as I watched him disappear around the doorframe.

Suddenly, a tap on my shoulder made me spin around. I was now facing Tsubasa and Gomu.

"Hey Mi~doriyaaa." Gomu cooed, elongating his fingers and snatching my notebook from my bag. I tried to reach out for it, but he just yanked it away again.
"Hero Analysis For The Future?! Hah, please, you don't even have one!" Gomu exclaimed, getting a laugh out of Tsubasa.

"Katsuki isn't here to protect you now, De~kuuu~!" Tsubasa added on, balling his chunky hands into fists.

He drew it back into a punching formation and quickly hit me with it, knocking me into the table. I stood back up and swung my bag onto my shoulder, hoping they'd just let me go.

"Ah, Ah, Ah, not so fast." Gomu tutted out, a sly smirk on his face. He walked towards the window and held the book out of it, wobbling it between two fingers over the edge. I rushed over and reached the window just as the book was dropped.

I quickly stuck my hand out of the window and launched a web, quite the shock for everyone in the room (including me), and pulled my notebook back up.

Hands enclosed around my wrists and I looked up to see Tsubasa. He was clenching my wrists tightly, so tight in fact that I heard a snap come from both of them, and then immense pain.

I bit my lip as hard as I could so as not to wail out in agony, because my wrists were both broken.

"Good luck using that stupid web thing again, Deku~." Tsubasa jeered, kicking me in the shin.

Gomu stood next to Tsubasa and I suddenly felt tiny, like an ant against a giant.

They both raised their fists and glared down on me, about to give me a beating they wish they could've done sooner.

* * *

I had been dragged outside at one point during the pain, and now I was leaned up against the wall, blood covering almost all of my flesh. My bones had been fractured AT THE LEAST, and blood was probably going to start to pool onto the ground soon.

I looked at my wrists. They weren't half as bad as I thought they'd be. I lifted my arm up and pointed my hand in a rock 'n roll pose and squirted webs all over the wounds that covered me.

It's the best I can do at this point. My whole body feels like it's gonna collapse into dust. Like I'm gonna just.. blow away with the wind. Slowly, I stood up, limping heavily on my right leg.

- - -

The walk home was painful, to say the least. I'm pretty sure I saw a glimpse of spiky, ash-blond hair at one point, but I looked again and saw nothing.

Then there was the broken bones, the blood seeping out of the cuts and scratches, the bruises, the opened scars, everything.

I just needed something to lean on and get some rest.

I looked around and spotted an old tree that me and Bakugo used to play in. Seeing as though my house is at least 20 minutes away, I decided to climb up it and rest there until I can move a little easier.

I pointed my left arm up in the same rock 'n roll position and shot up a string of web, which attached to a branch and allowed me to be pulled up by it onto an assortment of branches in the middle of the tree that were all thick and close together; the perfect place for a hammock AND a nap.

I was still surprised that I figured out how to use the webs that quickly when I almost fell off of the silk out of lack of concentration.

I sloppily strung a sheet of webs together and hung it from either side of the branches, then slumped down into it and breathed out a sigh or relief.

My eyes were quickly shut and I felt sleep take over me.