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5:00 am
He needs to be in school at 8:00 am.
Yet he wakes up before the sun rises all mornings, he needs about half an hour to shower and get dressed fifteen minutes to eat breakfast, ten to fifteen minutes to get to school and let's even add another fifteen additional minutes in case something happens.
That would mean he should get up like an hour and a quarter earlier, so why does he wake up 3 hours earlier? To work up the courage to go.
The alarm from his phone rings quietly against his ear, he always leaves his phone next to his head so he hears the quiet alarm without waking up his mother, he
grabs his phone to checks for any notifications and a second later puts it down realizing they're all from YouTube or other social media or game apps
*'stupid..'*
He thinks as he stares at the ceiling in silence his finger lightly tapping the side of his thigh to match a quiet consistang sound coming from the Pipes.
After what seems like hours he grabs his phone again and scrolls in his phone in his secret account 'm1ghtybo1', where he has blocked everyone from his school, where he watches news from heroes and villains and even shares his own opinion about them.
He looks at the time
6 am
Time to shower.
He grabs his things and walks quietly to the bathroom trying to hold his breath believing even exhaling would wake up his overworked mother.
In the bathroom he turns on the water, while he waits for it to warm up he starts undressing, he tries to fight it back but stares at the mirror.
Has he gotten even skinnier now? It's true that lately he barely has an appetite and everything he eats feels funny in his stomach, after a few seconds later of staring at the thin form in front of him, his eyes drift from him little frame to the bandages in his wrists and thighs
('its so annoying having to change them so often...')
He never really took care of his cuts until one got badly infected and he decided to start taking care of them before it happened again
He got out of the shower some minutes later the steam wrapping around his wet body as he steps out carefully, he was already forgetting if he had washed his hair or rather he had imagined it, his once brilliant memory was lacking it's past skill nowadays.
He makes sure to put some bandages around his wrists and a few band-aids in some of the deeper cuts in his thighs, he felt exhausted.
('how can showering wear me down so much? Gosh I wanna go to sleep again')
Still he tried to keep his spirits as high as he could
7am
He finished getting dressed and went to eat breakfast with his mom, the delicious smell which had always been hypnotizing and always forced him to sit down and eat now felt duller and slightly nauseating.
"Izuku baby good morning! How did you sleep?" Inko asked with a cheerful smile that hid that crack of exhaustion, after all being a single mother is hard, especially with a a boy like izuku.
"Really good, thanks mom, and you?"
The green haired smiled as he took a bite of the delicious meal in front of him which made his fake smile soften around the edges
"As good as always"
After eating breakfast he went to his room trying to be optimistic rehearsing what he would say if someone dared to bully him...even if those words always stayed in his mind never leaving the tip of his tongue, too afraid of the consequences of talking back as a nobody..a quirkless loser...a deku
7:36
He walked to school one earphone on, the other in the pocket of his pants, half paying attention to the music in his right ear since he was busier paying attention to the noises outsides, he was on flight or fight mode, like how he has been since middle school started always ready in case he run up to someone so he could be able to retreat, take another path or pause his music since if someone knew what he was listening to, he probably would get bullied, even if it was a trending song, even if that person liked the song themselves that didn't matter, it only mattered that he was doing it, and everything he does is pathetic as his given name by katsuki, his childhood friend, says, 'deku' 'useless'
8:02
Everyone had already sat down and the teacher had started the class, luckily today he didn't got picked on before class.
Today was what he considered a good day...even if for any other reasonable person it would be bad, for him this was the best of the worst.
He was alone all day which for his situation was the best alternative, he got an A in a history exam! And today he just got yelled at like four times!!
He was thrilling as he walked out the class and walked out of school with a grin in his face.
('what a great day! I can't wait to tell mom I got an A! Maybe I can ask her to make me katsudon for dinner! I should check if there have been any cool news tod-')
The green haired boy quickly got pulled out of his thoughts by a rough calloused hand gripping the back of his uniform.
Katsuki and his friends led him to quiet alleyway next to the school.
"Stupid deku you thought you were getting off the hook today?"
The explosive boy said in a condescending voice towering over him as always, he was taller and bigger than izuku but even if he wasn't...that glare and...confidence made him look twice as big as he is. Meanwhile his little minions were behind him laughing.
*****
"I'm bored let's go"
His red eyes bored into his now dull green ones before walking away, one of his so called friends followed as the other handed izuku some papers and with a smirk trying to imitate the fear katsuki radiated as he talked
"I better get an A on this homework okay?"
They left joking and laughing izuku stood up fixing his uniform and rubbing his head where one of katsukis friend kicked him.
He stood up and looked down as he stomped down the streets a frown pulling his eyebrows together
('stupid..class and stupid kachan and his friends...stupid...stupid me for thinking today was a good day")
When he got home his mother tried to ask about the bruises coloring his skin but he brushed her off and went to his room and locked himself there ignoring his mother for the rest of the afternoon, he took a nap and when he woke up he decided to use the little energy he had left from the day to do his homework when he finished he didn't even had the will to stand up and go to bed so he just stayed in his chair as he scrolled on his phone.
Lately he has spent a lot of time on Twitter at first it was to follow hero news or villains attack but...he found the shewd community were people shared their experience with self harm, types, aftercare posted photos of their self inflected injuries and...izuku felt like a creep he probably was but at this point it felt...comforting knowing he wasn't the only one.
At least that night he didn't reached for the little blade hidden under some old books, he was too tired he didn't even ate dinner just laid down in his comfortable bed, soon falling asleep maybe... tomorrow would be better?
9pm
Slowly sleep started to pull his eyelids close, his last thoughts before passing out...
('its so unfair, I don't do anything wrong, i didn't chose to be quirkless, do all quirkless people get treated like this? Probably no...but me... it's just pathetic everything and being quirk less was just the Drop that spilled the glass') The thought that never left his mind, like he had sewn it in his Brain and super glued the edges, why did katsuki hate him? Because he was quirk less? Everyone did because of that...or was there more to it? Is it because he's a freak?...