MHA: Run!

May.

Walking through the hot streets of Japan.

The usual bruises feel more present, plus the sweaty uniform sticking to my skin. They, again, were waiting outside the classroom when no one was there.

At least I hope today changes something to my whole life since I turned four.

Izuku was curled up like a ball outside the school when he was thirteen. Some of Bakugou's friends, if they could be called that, had kicked him, and then Bakugou had started advancing on him. His hands were already causing small explosions.

Izuku felt bad when Bakugou advanced towards him. His face, he had seen countless bakugou faces, but the one that was directing at him made him feel like an object. A shudder ran through Izuku's body, the explosions in his former friend's hands growing larger. He knew what was coming next.

Explosions that would cause far more damage than the ones Bakugou had used before. An explosion that would probably force Izuku to go to the doctor and his mother to pay more money than they could afford.

All he could do was curl up. He couldn't run away or defend himself. All he could do was curl up into a ball. Her legs were folded up to her chest. His arms wrapped around his head while his hands cupped the back of his head.

Izuku curled up tighter and tighter, trying to disappear. He gritted his teeth and waited for the pain. His heart was pounding in his head as Bakugou came closer and closer. He felt sick.

Dusk was coming out, covering Aldera, a small figure was stretched out on the side of the school.

Rummaging through his backpack the figure picked up a cell phone. Mommy will be here soon. Rising to her feet, the figure shook herself and, a little hunched over, walked out of the school grounds. Passing by adults who didn't give him a second glance, after all a hero will take care of it if it's urgent right.

Izuku looked around her own living room. On the little table in the middle he found a note.

Izu, I'm going on a night shift. I'll have the phone off if anything happens call Aunt Mitsuki.

Recently when she was cleaning her mother's room she found a divorce suit from the foreigner, since that time her mother had been doing double shifts, sometimes they let her go home for lunch, or as her mother's boss said, “Looking after the welfare of her employees”.

He only gave her ten hours of “free” time and clearly those hours counted mother's sleep schedule.

She washed the dishes used by her mom and grabbing her lunch headed to her room. She left the plate on her desk and rummaging through her backpack again she picked up her first aid kit.

Some time ago at school they gave first aid classes to some trainee nurses, at the end of the course they were all given a pretty handy case where she kept all the essentials for emergencies.

I only used it when I was too lazy to go to the bathroom for the other first aid kit in the house.

She ended up watching videos of heroes while eating after disinfecting and bandaging. Leaving the dishes on the floor.

He wandered around the hero forums he frequented and after finding nothing interesting he scrolled through Japanese and English-speaking forums less known to the community, hidden among encrypted links and pages of dubious provenance.

He found a post on one of the more clandestine hero forums, the kind that usually have posts about vigilantes and villains alongside heroes. Izuku didn't exactly want to be there, but he still enjoyed reading the posts or joining discussions with strangers. Just then a comment caught his attention:

12 may - DumDies301

By all this haven't thought how to kill a prohero, I mean just as a sudden thought. I got to thinking how to kill Mt. Lady”.

12 May - MyCrayonWhat0_

Bro, you get to say that on Tw and they dox you, don't you know what their simps are like?

12 May - DumDies301

Lo seee, still who the fuck will watch this. I'm just saying it's a prohero of the most ez to kill. I just take her to a secluded spot asking for a pic and with how attention seeking she is she'll follow me. And it's not like heroes are the most careful XDDDD.”

Killing heroes, sure they're humans and all, they can die, if he got creative he could think of how to hurt one himself, but it's one thing to write it on the internet, it's another to actually happen.

Heroes are people, yes, but because of their training and training a threat that a guy at his desk couldn't follow let alone a random comment on the internet couldn't hurt them. With this in mind he continued the conversation.

1 sec - Crypto_AllMight011

I'll add to this, I got to thinking about how to kill a hero, to be exact Onima, you know the one that collects the villains from Endeavor.

And although not very relevant I think he would be a pretty easy hero to catch, the guy always takes the same route to straight home where there are easy to hack public cameras. He doesn't get out much in interviews so when someone asks him for a photo or the like he's very accommodating, oh and he also has a strange route back to work, he pees at a homeless guy's “house” between 7:40 to 8:10. Now you may ask, how do I kill him, now that I've explained his routine there's only the last thing left to do. After he bothers the bum you approach him with preferably sporty clothes you know pretending to jog or something, ask for a selfie and when he is focused on the camera you attack him with your object of choice, he has rich family you can use it for a ransom or something. Yep, this camera shit is real.

His lack of quirkiness and obsession with heroes had led him to look for different ways to gather information and try to find a way to be one.

That included learning other languages, his obsession in those days was really unhealthy if you ask him.

He got to be on a programming and English course for two years at nine, he dropped out due to lack of money, but he learned quite a few things.

The next morning a note greeted him along with a still warm breakfast. Mom came back early, she was always very quiet when she put her mind to it, sometimes sleeping over in the office because of the pictures he got to show her and her colleagues making coffees.

She ate breakfast and leaving the dishes right there, she headed to Aldera. The morning passed normally, lunch time came, along with the realization of his lack of food, for wandering on twitter in the morning I don't prepare something to eat.

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Cold. A cold liquid flowed down the back of her neck and the smell of milk permeated her nostrils, laughter throughout the classroom could be heard, out of the corner of her eye she saw the lack of the teacher; the milk carton is pressed against her head harder and she looks up.

Red. A red, overbearing look greets him and if he makes a scary noise no one says anything, more laughter, “Is something wrong, Deku?” holding back laughter he asks her, the carton emits a noise as it falls to the floor.

“No. Sorry” Almost in a whisper he replies, ”Come on Deku, you need to be more careful with your stupid food.” He walks away in the direction of his seat, the laughter fading as he gets up to pick up the milk carton and leave the classroom.

Walking down the hallway was always difficult in school neither teachers nor students pay attention whether it's burnt or wet no one looks at it and if they do it's worse.

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The bell rang and he was still in the bathroom.

Why am I still here if no one cares about me? Ah yes... someone did care at least a little, his Mother. Though he felt more like a burden.

Anyway, he walked out of the bathrooms again into the living room, drying himself off with lots of paper.

Could he have run away from school? Yes, no one would care anyway but he left his backpack that cost money with notebooks that also cost money and he wasn't willing to see what would happen or what face his Mom would make.

One last time the bell gave its beep and with that the end of classes.

“Deku. Useless, no peculiarities, parasite, trash, insec.... In milliseconds too many words passed to describe it.

At some point, it had all become background noise, that voice being the only one he would ever pay attention to.

Izuku blinked, realizing that Kachan was right in front of him, his hands emitting explosions as the other teen stared at him.

The words emitted went unheard.

It seemed that talk of now being fourteen and too mature to bother him had slipped his mind particularly quickly.

She looked at him like he was a particularly disgusting insect.

And without knowing why after so many years I look at him.

He looked at Kachan, and the other's eyes widened for a second, looking at him as if seeing him for the first time. Izuku wondered what Kachan saw, before he spoke. “What was it you said?” he asked simply as he looked at his friend.

Izuku pondered his intelligence at that comment. He still called Kachan, well, Kachan, in his head. He still thought of him as a friend. Was that how friends treated each other? She wondered inside her mind.

He was barely conscious enough to realize that everyone left in the room was laughing at his question.

Kachan stared at him for another second before speaking, “Tsk, whatever. You're obviously too stupid to understand what I'm saying. So I'll be the one to enter UA!” he exclaimed, turning back to his minions.

Izuku didn't respond, just stared at Kachan's back. Maybe he should stop calling Kachan by that nickname. He wondered if he would care. How he would react if the next time he saw him he called him 'Bakugou'. She went back to her notebook.

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The only reason he noticed when class was over was that people didn't bother trying not to bump into his desk, almost causing him to drag his pencil across the page. He managed to stop that from happening as he packed his backpack.

Kachan looked at him as if he was thinking about something. He made a parting noise before leaving the room. Kachan paused in the doorway, before casually giving him a passing tip. Advice that included a roof, jumping, and the strange notion of the next life.

Izuku watched Kachan leave, wondering if he was spiteful enough to write a note and follow that advice. However, it seemed like that was... too much.

Izuku reasoned that it wasn't because he was still inexplicably attached to his childhood friend that he used to go exploring with. The one he used to play hero with. Until a simple x-ray managed to label him as “no quirks”. A death sentence. His social life died with that simple word. As soon as he uttered it, the hope of having any friends was beaten to death.

As he walked through the slightly dangerous alleys on his way home he saw a couple of police cars, ambulances and smoke.

Ignoring these he walked a little faster home. This was the road he and his mother commonly used to head home and with the walk a strange feeling grew in the pit of his stomach.

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My first fanfic :,D

Forgive spelling mistakes or parts in Spanish