Izuku woke up with a startle and slapped his hand lazily on top of his alarm clock. He really needed to change the tone on it to something other than a train whistle; maybe he would upload a song on it later. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and shook his head in an attempt to wake himself only to regret it moments later when he felt lightheaded. Putting the feeling aside, he stood up and grabbed the bag from under his bed.
He would drop the bag off at a forest on the way to school. The forest had been closed off for the last decade or so and was forgotten with time. Nobody in their right mind would know of its existence or enter it.
Right, he should probably get a move on unless he wanted to be late for school. It wasn't like his grades would be affected, or the teachers would care. The one time he had been late due to Kacchan's antics, his teachers just marked him accounted for.
He may end up using this to his advantage. As long as he turned in his work, he would still maintain a high enough GPA to get into UA. Skipping school on Fridays would be the best option; all they ever did was cover the work from the past week and review lessons with a possible warning of a pop quiz on Monday.
Izuku threw on his uniform, attempted to brush his hair, and grabbed his stuff before exiting the house. He was leaving two hours before school started leaving the streets empty minus a pedestrian or two coming home from a graveyard shift.
Izuku made it to the forest without any hiccups or unwanted attention. He went in around a minute deep at walking speed and his the bag inside a dead tree trunk. He doubted someone would look their since criminals hiding contraband in trunks hadn't been popular since the late 1800s.
The boy hastily scurried away and knocked the dirt off of his shoes before making his way back to school. He was still able to make it ten minutes before school started and happily took his seat before anyone noticed him.
Like usual, he drifted off into his thoughts as the teacher droned on about nonsense that would never benefit him. What use was being able to solve for X if he was never taught how to pay bills or do taxes. He should pick up a handbook on shooting to read during class. Of course, he would disguise said book.
Knocking him out of his thoughts on the secrets of the world, a crumpled up ball of paper hit the back of his head. Izuku's eye twitched ever so slightly since his hand that was automatically taking notes was forced into making a line across the paper.
He chose to ignore the laughter of the immature children around him, erased the graphite line, and rewrote the needed notes. Maybe one day, once he had One For All, they wouldn't laugh at him and instead with him. Though, that was a great while ahead of him and a major if.
The teacher didn't even address the interruption and continued on the how pre-quirk laws were adapted to fit those with quirks.
Oh Kami, the school system was shit. Children were barely at home, and when they were, it was just enough time to do their homework, have small discussions at dinner, and sleep. This didn't allow for the parents to have enough time to teach children proper social behavior if they even wanted to.
The schools had always claimed that social learning was up to the parents and taught in early life before school. Which obviously isn't the case; how much can you expect a six-year-old to understand about proper behavior and how to address people's personalities and emotions.
The system never allows for teachers to address this, and if they do try to stop a class disruption, it's by yelling at the kids, which again doesn't help since kids learn by a monkey see monkey do technique. They either become brash and loud, I.E., Kacchan, or they become meek and quiet. Of course, these are extremes, and there are a small few who learn these skills on their own but its a very slim group.
Izuku grumbled under his breath and packed up his things, making sure nothing had been taken and exited the premises of the school. Allmight still hadn't contacted him about resuming practice, so Izuku made his way over to the forest, making sure he wasn't followed. Not that anyone would have that much interest in him, but he couldn't help but be somewhat paranoid.
This whole aspect was new to him, and so was the feeling of almost delinquency that came with it. Not that anything he was doing was bad. It was just testing the line of his mental morals per se. It was similar to when a teenager curses for the first time without being scolded, and it sounds weird coming out of their mouth. Soon after a few more times, that feeling goes away, and its just another part of their everyday expressions.
Izuku made his way over to the stump and fished out the bag that had been untouched.
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Fanfiction"so, you're his successor. You don't look like much, boy." the last word was spat with venom, but Izuku showed no reaction. The greenite narrowed his eyes holding back the rage he felt towards this god awful man. "Izuku, was it? Tell me, how exactly...
