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“How was practice? uh…what sport season is it?” Izuku asks gently.
You shrug. “It was fine…I dropped Basketball to focus on Kendo.”
The green haired boy simply hummed. Izuku didn’t know much about sports other than the fact you recycled through them constantly to keep yourself busy. You preferred to keep it that way. There wasn’t any interest in what you did other than the fact it was something you did decently.
You didn’t need anything other than that. At least not from him. Izuku had already given so much, it would just be greedy to expect more.
“How was uh…how did grocery shopping with mom go?” You mused, head leaning against his mattress.
Izuku shrugged. “She got lost in a conversation with some of her friends.” He plopped down on his bed with a tired sigh.
“I swear they were talking for hours!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his expense.
“Don’t laugh I’m so serious— I never want to hear mom talk about our accomplishments to random ladies in a market again.” It’s obvious he’s embarrassed. He doesn’t get embarrassed by many things.
Well, unless it is what Izuku deems as unnecessary. Like praise.
Your eyes trace the glow in the dark stars in his ceiling as you listen to him ramble on. His still glowed even after their wear and tear. You had similar ones, but they had stopped glowing a long time ago.
“…She also ran into auntie Mitsuki—“ that tuned you back in, full force.
Sitting up straight you whipped your head back. “Aunt Mitsuki was there?”
Izuku nodded. “Yeah, with uh…Kacchan.”
Lin sighed. Of course he was there why wouldn’t he be. He’s fucking everywhere.
“Was it awkward?”
He deadpanned. “Obviously!”
“Don’t get sassy with me I was just curious!” You grumbled back throwing one of Izuku’s pillows at him.
He threw the pillow back with an eyeroll. “Not my fault you didn’t use context clues!”
“Oh whatever!”
“Oh whatever!” He mocks with a laugh. You grumble and throw another pillow this time at his head.
“Don’t mock me, you little!” You jump onto his bed and began to try and tickle him. He’s quick though, swift to roll over and attempt to dodge.
You managed to catch the fabric of his shirt and rolled his scrawny form back. The skin of his back was exposed for a minute. A faint bluish purple splotch on his lower back. No doubt from a kick. You gotten similar ones when playing soccer.
But Izuku doesn’t play sports.
“What’s that?” You ask, reaching out to poke the splotch. Izuku gave a hiss and tried scrambling away.
“It’s just uh…Well I slipped on ice walking home from school.” He stammered.
Lying is easy. You’ve done it all your life. It’s a skill that you’ve mastered, an art you’re a professional in. That is exactly why you can tell he’s lying to you. Izuku has a habit of looking everywhere but you when he lies. He fidgets too.
Unlike you, your brother is the worst liar. To him it is the most difficult thing to do.
“He didn’t corner you…?” Skepticism dripped from your throat as you squint at him. He’s staring blankly at some poster on his wall.
“N-no, he’s not like that anymore.” Izuku mumbled.
Sure he wasn’t. People don’t change overnight, no matter how demented you were that was something you knew for certain. You sigh regardless, it’s a fight you were not going to win anyway. Even if Izuku is a shit liar, he will only say what he wants, when he wants to.
You crawl off him and plop yourself back onto his floor with a heavy sigh. “If you say so…” He seemed adamant on what he said. Izuku normally was.
“You’re clumsy. Next time where the snow boots mom got you, and not those horrendous red sneakers.” You hummed lightly. An attempt to lighten the dim mood.
Izuku took the bait. “They are not horrendous! It’s stylish, something you obviously wouldn’t know—“
“You little—“
The school day goes by fast. It’s routine and it is the one part you enjoyed about your day. When everything would fall into place and you could just relax. You should’ve known your luck would run out soon.
The halls are mostly empty, the only remaining students being delinquents or students in clubs. Didn’t matter who they were you still gave small nods of recognition. Normally you would’ve been in the student council office by now, in fact you had told Izuku you were going to be in a meeting. There was a slight delay though.
“I’m sorry Hikari, I think I left the PO’s in my homeroom.” You bowed apologetically, you were the student council president. This was an embarrassing mistake, you should’ve known better.
Hikari, a kind upperclassman and your vice president waved you off. “Don’t worry ‘bout it Usagi~ we can wait a few minutes for you go get ‘em!” Hikari said with a grin. She was always so chipper. No doubt she didn’t mind the delay because she was still loading from her midterm.
You simply laughed at her. “I told you not to call me that in school Hikari.” The older girl slapped a hand over her mouth.
“Right, sorry boss!” You rolled your eyes playfully at her antics and walked out. It was great that none of the other members were there yet. At least the emptiness spared you the embarrassment.
Hikari had that habit with everyone. Giving people nicknames. she based it off appearance or personality, but with you it was slightly different. She thought Usagi suited you after she watched an episode of Sailor Moon. Something about both of you having similar vibes?
It made you laugh at the time too. You found Usagi as an out of loop comparison. You expected Rei or Hotaru, maybe that was just the want to see mysterious though. Not that Usagi wasn’t, but she was very much…Well she was a lot.
Maybe that’s why Hikari thought you were similar. You were both a lot to handle.
That lead you to now, quietly sliding your homeroom door open. You didn’t even get to open the door halfway before you heard that voice.
“Believe that you’ll be born with a Quirk in your next life and take a swan dive off the roof!” It’s quiet in the class. Even Bakugou’s crowd seemed thrown for a loop. Your eyes scan the room. You see Izuku crumpled on the floor.
Izuku? Burn marks on his uniform.
“What the fuck.” Are the first words that make it out of your mouth. Slamming the door wide open as you rush in and pull Bakugou by his collar to face you. It’s quick, you can barely even regulate your actions.
You punched his face, it wasn’t much. Then he pulled your hair, trying to stop you from clawing out his eyes no doubt. You elbow his side and you push him down, straddling over him as you fight. If it wasn’t for adrenaline you were sure the small explosion that he pushed to your skin would’ve hurt more.
You feel a tug on your uniform pulling you off of him. You see his friends pulling him back too. A hand wrapped around you arm. Turning you see Izuku, frantic.
Scared.
Was he scared of you? Or for you? You couldn’t tell. The ringing in your ears was loud. But respective parties held both of you back. Taking a moment to process the turn of events you pull your arm out of Izuku’s grasp.
“Crazy bitch.” Bakugou spat out. You can see the claw marks in his face from your nails. They aren’t deep, but they’re there.
You scoff at the blonde. “Could say the same fucking thing for you asshole.” Izuku tried ushering you away from the situation.
“Y/n It’s fine really— Kacchan didn’t mean it!” He stressed.
“Quiet Zuzu.”
“Shut up Deku.”
It’s simultaneous. You lunge towards Bakugou again and get pulled back a second time. You sigh heavily, turning your back to Bakugou and his goons. You take the paper of your desk in an aggressive manner.
“Pack your shit Zuzu, we’re going home.” Fuck the meeting. Fuck the stupid PO’s. Most importantly, fuck Bakugou Katsuki.
“But-“
“We are leaving Izuku.”
He stood still for a moment before quickly scrambling to get his things. Bakugou was quiet, he was watching with a glare that you didn’t care to understand.
Once Izuku had his yellow bag thrown over his shoulders you grabbed his wrist and dragged him out. You were bringing him to the student council room. Like hell he was leaving your sight now.
“I thought you said he changed.” Your voice lays heavy in the air.
“He has— this was not normal for him I swear!” Izuku said defensively. He defended that rodent. Time and time again, Izuku defended Bakugou.
You find his words hard to believe. “What else did he do.” Izuku shifted uncomfortably at your question.
Izuku didn’t want to answer that was clear. “He threw my notebook into the school pond…” He mumbled. Great, fucking fantastic.
You stop, middle of the empty hallway. You threw your head back, sighing for the umpteenth time in the last ten minutes. “Go get it.” You knew he wasn’t leaving the damn school unless he fished it out. Truthfully you also needed time away from the whole ordeal too.
“And…tell mom I’ll be late today. Meeting is delayed till I get there so, uh—“
“I got it.” He says quickly. Too quickly. He’s upset, you can feel it.
“Right…”
He turned on his heel to leave and you watched diligently. You hesitated before calling out to him for a last time.
“Hey Zuzu..”
“Yeah?” He turned back quickly, green hair poking his eyes in the process.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be…I…I would’ve done the same for you.”
Izuku gave an awkward smile and turns back to the opposite end of the hallway. You turn your heel and march toward the student council room. You didn’t chase after him. Not this time, you’d see him later anyway.