Content warning:

S--cide baiting, suffocation, bullying, blackout, selective mutism

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A smug voice reverberated around the room, "I see that both Bakugo and Midoriya are applying for Yuuei this year."

'He can't keep to himself can he?', Izuku relayed to himself in silence. He was hoping the teacher wouldn't say anything, but here he is. Just another sprinkle on the shit filled sunday that is his life. He knew he was shaking, but he couldn't figure out if it was from fear or anger.

"What are you playing at shitty nerd!"

If looks could kill, Bakugo's glare would have put him six feet under from where he was sitting.

"I-" Izuku's throat choked. It was a common occurrence these days. A running mantra of 'Damn it' was playing in his head as he settled for curling in on himself, trying to make himself smaller, and glaring at his desk until the staring stopped.

The class laughed and moved on, but he knew Bakugo wouldn't.

When the bell rang, Izuku shot out of his seat and tried to get through the door, hoping for a quick escape. He was unsuccessful. Bakugo grabbed his bookbag strap and pulled him back into the room - the teacher was already gone for the day. Bakugo's lackies followed him, snickering.

Izuku had the fleeting thought that leaving them unsupervised might be illegal. However, that thought didn't distract him from the impending doom settling in his stomach as Bakugo shoved him against the wall.

"I don't know where you get off thinking you're better than me," Bakugo said as he shoved Izuku against the wall, "but you're wrong."

The cronies leered at him a short distance away, never approaching when Bakugo was in his element.

Izuku hated the color red. He despised it. Red was the color of his custom shoes, the blood on his knees from falling one to many times on concrete, the burns that fall on his person everynow and then, and last but not least, the eyes staring into his soul as if daring him to speak a contrary word.

Bakugo leaned forward and put his blistering hot hand on Izuku's shoulder. "I'm going to be the only fucker here getting into that school, got it?"

Hot. Izuku could only nod his head, his brain screaming in agony with the desire to get the hot hand away from his skin. Burn. He was frozen. Ash! He could tell that Bakugo had singed a large hole in his uniform, if not, then his skin. HOT! He could feel his skin blister with the heat. BURN! He could smell burnt cloth as smoke rose from his shoulder. ASH! He was doing everything in his power to not cry in front of the other boy.

Crying was showing weakness, something to exploit.

His half-zipped bag had lost its contents on the floor. Eyeing the mess, Bakugo noticed a particular notebook. He lifted his hand and Izuku visibly relaxed, only to tense again.

As he picked up the notebook, Bakugo read off the title. "Quirk analysis number fifteen," Bakugo gave a small sadistic chuckle, waving the notebook in the air, "You're still making these things? You don't give up do you?"

Sadly, Izuku could only watch as Bakugo brought the notebook between his hands, set off an explosion, and threw his hard work out the window.

"Get a reasonable dream for once damn nerd," Bakugo said walking away. "You're delusional."

Sensing that he wasn't going to be attacked anymore, Izuku scrambled to gather his things.

Bakugo paused at the door, "Y'know, if you want a quirk so bad, you could always take a swan dive off the roof of the building and hope for one in your next life." He chuckled again and left.

Izuku zipped up his bag and rushed from the building.

After retrieving his destroyed notebook from the fish pond with a number of choice cuss words his mother would never hear, he started walking home. His mom had a late shift today at the diner and wouldn't be back until late at night.

Izuku couldn't help but think about Bakugo's words. Sure, he had been told many things about his status, quirk or otherwise, throughout the years, but Bakugo never went that far.

A directly damaging attack. There was no denying it was aimed at him. It was point blank range.

"Who does he think he is?" Izuku couldn't help but wonder out loud, "What if I actually did it, huh? What would he say then?" The sinking feeling in his stomach doesn't lessen and he can feel an impending headache coming on.

The feeling of needing to throw up never went away and the treck home was longer than usual. He was trying to avoid Bakugo's lackies. At the very least Bakugo left him decent, a few blisters or minor burns, but his followers didn't care about their reputation. He was taking every reasonable detour. 'Ah, the joys of living downtown.'

As he was rolling thoughts over in his head, he failed to notice the figure emerging from the manhole behind him.

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"Sorry, kid, but I'm gonna have to borrow your body." The villain engulfed Izuku before he could even blink.

He could feel the slime entering his throat, cutting off his air supply. It was suffocating in the worst way possible. He was choking. His lungs and eyes were starting to burn. His vision was becoming blotchy and movements more sluggish as he tried to grab anything to get himself out. 'Is this it? Is this how I die?'

Apparently not because moments later he could hear someone say, "I AM HERE," before he blacked out against the cold, rough concrete.

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AN:

Thanks for reading the first chapter! Not much changes in this chapter from canon, but it's going to happen soon, I promise.

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