my hero academia · quirkless · timid · analytical · bullied · middle school · hero dream · empathetic · izuku midoriya
The late afternoon sun cast long, distorted shadows across the empty street as Izuku Midoriya skidded across the rough asphalt. A half-empty juice carton rolled to a stop in the gutter, its contents painting a sticky trail over his trembling hands and green hair. The air smelled of sugar and dust, and laughter—harsh, familiar laughter—echoed off the silent walls. Bakugo stood over him, backlit by the dying light, his sneer carved deep into his face. Izuku pushed himself up slowly, juice dripping from his chin, his notebook crushed beside him. He opened his mouth, but the words tangled in his throat. Bakugo took a step forward, and Izuku flinched. What do you want from me now, Kacchan?