~Quick Authors note~
Not gonna lie, this chapter is kinda just some random bullshit I made up off the top of my head, and my imagination decided that it's gonna be important to the plot and help the story progress or somthin'.....I dunno.
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Anger. Pain. Loss. Crippling loneliness. Waves of emotion washed through Izuku, coursing through him every breathing moment like the blood that ran through his veins. Sometimes, it hurt too much he felt he would break. Boiling anger that blinded him, making him almost as rash and quick to snap as Katsuki Bakugou himself. Immobilizing pain that left him curled in a ball waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel. The loss of an ignorant ambition. And the loneliness of a child who spent the majority of his life holed up in a shell created by the ones that surrounded him. Luckily for him though, it only took a few years to perfect the art of successfully hiding his emotions. Especially in times like these,
"Come on you dumbass extra! Say something before I beat the shit outta you!"
When he wanted nothing more than to punch his persecutor where it hurt.
Katsuki kicked the leg of his chair, causing Izuku to topple over onto the floor. "I'm warning you! If you don't drop your grades so I can be at the top of the class, you're as good as dead! You hear me!?"
"Loud and clear," Izuku mumbled, keeping his face placid and unreadable for fear his true emotions with only cause the situation to deteriorate.
"Really? Cause it don't seem like it!" The bully snatched him by the collar of his uniform, holding him up to eye level. "You've got a lot of nerve ignoring me like that." His voice was now a grumble, shaking Izuku to his core.
"I-" Izuku yelped as he was thrown rearwards towards the chalkboard. His head snapped back, a sharp pain blossoming at the back of his skull as his head slammed into the ledge of the board. Black dots flecked his vision, and an intense buzzing filled his ears, rendering his ears nearly useless aside from hearing the voices of his panicked bullies.
"Shit! I think you threw him too hard!"
"Shut up!"
"Let's get outta here!"
"Hurry!"
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Looks like they're jumping ship. Hah. Of course, they'd never take responsibility. Izuku chuckled to himself, though cringed afterward as a fierce throbbing attacked his head. His body slunk down to the floor, his uniform soaked in his own warm blood. Darkness closed in on the edges of his perception, lowering him into unconsciousness. As his awareness left him, he idly wondered how long it was till he was discovered bleeding out. Well, he'd find out soon enough. And with that, his eyes closed, letting him fall into deep oblivion.
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𝑾𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑.
Izuku's mind started to resurface.
𝑾𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑.
Was someone else there?
𝑾𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑!
His eyes shot open in an instant. He ached from head to toe, a worn nurse's office blanket covering his body as he lie on the bed of the school infirmary.
"How is he....?.....bad concussion....should be fine......pain killers.....take to hospital if.....wake up soon.....can leave..."
Izuku only caught a few shards of the fractured conversation, which soon concluded due to his wake.
"Izuku! Oh, Izuku my baby!" His mother rushed over to him in a flurry of emotions, fat tears rolling down her cheeks as per usual as she buried her face into his chest.
The nurse strolled over more nonchalantly, his hands together in a folded manner. "How are you feeling?"
How was he feeling? He nearly got his skull cracked open by the ledge of a blackboard. Did that sound fun? Sure, he was fine and dandy.
When the injured teenager didn't respond, the caregiver took his silence as a hard no. "I'll uh, leave you to rest then. I suggest you leave him be as well, miss." He gestured to the still hysterical mother, who was struggling to properly form any words.
"I-I..." His mother looked torn.
"It's fine mom." He assured in the calmest tone he could muster. "We can talk about it later. Right now I'd prefer to sleep for a hundred years."
She nodded hesitantly, her eyes cautious but soft as she backed out of the room. Though it wasn't long before he could hear muffled sobs outside.
𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒏𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆.
The voice rang clear in Izuku's mind, though it sure as hell wasn't his. "Who...who's there!?" his audible question sounded more like a whispered cry for help, earning a chortle from the disembodied voice floating in his head.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐.
"...Then...what are you?"
𝑰 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔.
- "And how did you...come to meet my acquaintance?" He sounded slightly more professional, but anyone would be able to tell he was still scared out of his skin.
The voice was silent for an odd moment.
𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒛𝒖𝒌𝒖. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍-𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆.
Izuku inhaled sharply, a single question dangling above all his other thoughts. This one question alone teetering on the edge of irrationality, threatening to send him into a mental frenzy depending on the answer.
"Are you-"
-𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒌? 𝑵𝒐. 𝑨 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉.
Damnit. He'd been a bit too hopeful.
𝑰'𝒎 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒎. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇.
A mutation? Ignoring? One-time? He didn't know to think.
...
"What about-"
He was once again cut off.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒆.
Creepy.
𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗲. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂?
Izuku's pondering had never sounded so loud before.
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.
...𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲.
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆?
He let out a low laugh, all of his fear dissipating.
𝗝𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁.
The voice was hushed, probably out of confusion, and Izuku felt that if they were a person they would be looking at him like he had asked them to solve world hunger.
𝗣𝗳𝗳𝗳𝘁. 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱.
...𝑰𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆? 𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒚...𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒕?
He laughed louder this time, but instantly regretted it as jolt of pain brought him back to his current situation.
𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵...𝗜 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗝𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘆...𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗝𝗶𝗺𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁.
𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔.
Izuku slowly swung his legs off the bed.
𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗝𝗶𝗺𝗺𝘆...𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁?
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˜”*°•.˜”*°• ~Authors note~ •°*”˜.•°*”˜
Ello, ello! I hope y'all enjoyed the long(er) chapter! I mean, it has a whopping 300-400 more words than my other chapters!~ That may not seem like much to most, but I'm an itty bitty content creator with zero motivation- I FEEL LIKE I COULD WRITE THREE BOOKS RIGHT NOW
SOMEONE GET ME CAFFIENE
FRICK
My laptops 'bout to die
Well, see ya in the afterlife
Adios~
ヾ( *ゝω・*)ノ
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Jimmy/conscience: 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐(Italic Bold serif)
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