Pain

Chapter 4: Smile Though Pain

Izuku wanted to avoid any potential confrontation with the Bakugo Quad, who had made his life a living hell for as long as he could remember. As he walked through the hallways, he couldn't help but feel the weight of their insults and demeaning remarks weighing him down.

But today was different. Today, Izuku had made up his mind. He was tired of being treated like a punching bag, both physically and emotionally. He wanted to stand up for himself, even if it meant facing the wrath of Bakugo.

As he reached the school entrance, he noticed the Bakugo Quad standing there, blocking his path. He clenched his fists, preparing himself for whatever they had in store for him.

Denki, with his usual smug look on his face, called out to Izuku. "Hey, freak."

Izuku's eyes narrowed as he responded, "What do you want?"

Kirishima joined in, adding, "Is it obvious? Loser."

Izuku tried to brush them off. "I don't have time for this."

Mina chuckled, sneering at him. "Well, too bad, freak."

Feeling a surge of anger, Izuku retorted, "You're the freak!"

But before he could say anything else, Bakugo interrupted, his voice filled with rage. "WHAT THE FUCK, DEKU!"

Izuku's anger got the better of him, and he snapped. "Shut the hell up, Bakugo!"

Defiantly, he walked past them and into the school, not caring about the consequences that might follow. He was determined to make a change, to no longer be a doormat for his classmates.

Several hours passed, and Izuku was the first one to leave his classroom after the final bell rang. He was mentally exhausted from the day's events, but a sense of newfound strength fueled him.

As he made his way through the hallways, he noticed the absence of the Bakugo Quad. It seemed they had moved on to torment someone else, at least for now. Izuku couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, his stand against them had made a difference.

Izuku knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy. Standing up for himself would come with its own set of challenges and consequences. But for the first time in a long while, he felt a flicker of confidence, a hint of belief in himself that he could change his destiny. And with that newfound determination, Izuku walked out of the school, ready to face whatever came his way.

Izuku was on his way to a prearranged meeting spot when he finally arrived. As he approached, he was unexpectedly greeted by none other than All For One, also known as AFO

AFO's face was a sight to behold, or rather, a sight that one would wish to unsee. The absence of eyes created an eerie void, one that seemed to penetrate deep into the soul of anyone who laid eyes on it. The scars that adorned his visage were like deep trenches etched across his skin, marking the battles he had fought and the pain he had endured.

It was impossible not to be captivated by the grotesque beauty of his disfigurement. The uneven lines that marred his face were a testament to the resilience of a warrior, one who had faced untold hardships and emerged on the other side, stronger than ever before. Each scar told a story, whispering tales of anguish and suffering that were hidden within the depths of his soul.

As I gazed upon his countenance, I couldn't help but be filled with curiosity. What had caused such immense damage? What demons did he carry within? It was as if his scars were a reflection of the battles he fought both on the outside and within. A testament to the strength and determination that resided within him, urging him to carry on in the face of adversity.