●~Not All There Anymore~● |BEING REWRITTEN|

|8| Didn't Expect You To Love Me Anyways

He opted for closing his eyes instead of continuing to think about all of this and crying again. Izuku struggled to keep his eyes closed, scared of the nightmares he would surely have. Scared that he would remember them. But he managed to fall into an uneasy sleep after about thirty minutes of listening to the same song. Too bad his dreams were filled with nightmares.

We're all dead in Devil Town~

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Izuku walked to school, relishing in the freedom of clean air. Which.... was admittedly an odd thing to relish in. Anyhow. Music blasted in his ears as he walked through the gates, being careful not to make contact with anyone. He readjusted his earphones to make sure they were properly plugged in when he got odd looks from students he passed by. Izuku's brain immediately went into 'they're making fun of you' mode from back in middle school, and he hardened his eyes, giving them the fiercest glares possible. They shyed away with confused expressions, which only made him feel bad.

Izuku hurriedly rushed to his classroom to escape the stares he kept getting, keeping his head bowed the entire way. He peeked into the classroom before he went in for some reason, his mind still saying that people were making fun of him. He really hated it when his brain did that. He was surprised to see it was only his teacher inside the classroom, given that Iida was usually there before him and Mr. Aizawa was almost always late to his own class.

The teen quietly stepped into the room, making as little noise as possible. Just his luck, the teacher heard him anyways and tiredly looked up from his papers. Izuku winced when he saw his teacher's eyes widened for a split second before settling into a tired glare. "Problem child. Why in the world does your face have a giant bruise on it?" It was Izuku's turn to be surprised this time, as he felt his face and felt a sharp pain on the side of his now swelling cheek.

"I- I didn't know that was there. But it's not a big deal. Sorry, Aizawa sensei." Izuku headed to his seat and took out his notebook, flipping through the pages and turning up his music. He pretended not to see when his teacher walked up to him and stood in front of his desk, arms crossed. Izuku sighed and paused his music when he caught wind of the glare he was receiving. He put on a smile and looked up to his teacher, although irritation was clear in his eyes.

"Yes, Aizawa sensei?" Aizawa kept on glaring and gestured to the boy's cheek.

"You know exactly what I want. You failed to properly answer my question. Now, who did that? And I swear, if you say you tripped and fell-" Aizawa cut himself off, letting the threat hang in the air. Midoriya sighed before looking down at his desk, refusing to meet his teacher's eyes.

"Look, it really isn't a big deal. Me and my- my mom. We were visiting my grandmother and I startled her this morning while she was making breakfast. It was an accident, but she may or may not have thrown a cup at me. I really didn't know it was bruising." Aizawa looked at him, unconvinced, but eventually rolled his eyes and went back to his desk, leaving Midoriya to listen to his music in peace. It wasn't really like the green haired boy was lying, per say. Just half truths.

He had in fact startled his grandmother while she was making breakfast, and she had in fact thrown a cup at his face. What he didn't include, though, was the fact that she had started yelling at him, slapped him once or twice, and had then proceeded to deprive him of food when he had 'sassed' her. Midoriya rolled his eyes at the thought of her and scrolled through his phone, raising the volume of his music a little in hopes of drowning out the thoughts. For once, it seemed to work.