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It was a stupid plan.
Izuku knew.
But... seeing that smile. That smug smile. He doesn't know why, but it made something in him burn. He didn't know why. It felt... wrong. All he knew was that he hated it. It felt like acid had been poured on him. Burning every inch of his body along with it. He bit his thumb, staring at the notebook. God, just thinking about it made his chest feel like it was on fire. As long as he could remember, he'd only ever felt this way a couple of times. The first was when he'd watch pro hero fights. Watching them struggle against a villain. During those times, he felt the same burning. Was it excitement? Determination? ...Anger?
He tapped his pencil against the page, a habit he'd gained when he couldn't figure something out. He read the words written over and over and over again. Every single read though, his pencil would move, and he'd change a small detail of the text. Rinse and repeat until absolute perfection. It had to be perfect. Absolutely and utterly perfect. He read each and every sentence on the page with perfection in mind. His hand stood still on the wooden desk. He read the text again and again, and again until he placed the pencil neatly on the desk. He closed the notebook, his eyes shifting to the digital clock sitting peacefully on his nightstand.
2:03 AM
Crap, and he had school tomorrow- or rather today. He rubbed his eyes and stood up, pushing in his chair afterwards. He picked up the notebook, walking, then crouching at the foot of his All Might themed bed. His hands moved underneath, and he quietly pulled a box out from underneath the bed. He opened it.
Not to mention, he would have to get up extra early today. Double crap.
He picked up a stack of photographs from inside the box. They were held together by a rubber band. He held the stack of photos in one hand, while the other reached inside and grabbed a plastic cup. It was filled to the brim with pushpins. Wonderful, he'd only be getting about... three hours of sleep?
He tiptoed out of his room into the dark hallway, all the way to his ugly, yellow backpack. As quiet as a mouse, he unzipped the bag. He gently put the items inside and closed the bag right back up. Retreating to his room, he stopped in front of his mother's bedroom door. What would she think about this? He wondered to himself. Would she cry? Would she be angry? Would she slap him, kick him, punch him, disown him?
What would she do? Ah... too many unknowns. Izuku hates unknowns. Unknowns make everything unpredictable, or worse, turn everything against him. He hated unknowns with a proud passion. Thankfully he'd written out every single unknown from the plan. Hopefully. Gosh, just thinking about it made him nervous, but at the same time, the burning was at its peak whenever he thought about it.
He hopes that's a good thing.
He sighed, turning away from the door. It's time to hit the hay. Until it wasn't.
"Izuku?" His mother called. He jolted, turning back to look at her. She stood in the doorway of her room, rubbing her eyes. "Izuku, honey, what are you doing up this late?"
"Oh. I-I went to go and get a cup of water." He stuttered slightly. Nice going Izuku! With an excuse like that, she'll surely know he's lying-
"Okay then." She yawned. "Go to bed now. Have a good night." She disappeared back into her room. Huh. Never mind then. He didn't really know how to feel about that interaction. He headed back to his own room, settling into his bed, staring at the ceiling. As soon as the alarm goes off, no more games. Just like that he fell asleep.
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The blaring of the alarm rang through his room. The annoying beeping was cut off by his hand, turning the alarm off. Izuku sat up, his sleep-deprived eyes, drifting to the digital clock.
5:45 AM
No fooling around from this moment forward. He immediately sprung into action to get ready for school. It would take him about 20 minutes to get ready and make sure everything was insured, while searching his heart for any potential feelings of guilt.
6:01 AM
Right, he should probably let his mother know he'll already be gone. He rummaged through the kitchen drawers, eventually finding what he needed. A pencil and a sticky note. He wrote a couple of words and attached the note to the refrigerator.
6:05 AM
Exactly according to schedule. Now to get to school. He timed his walk to school yesterday so... It should take him around 25 minutes. This means that he'll be at school by 6:30 AM, which is when the doors open to students and teachers. That'll give him a 15 minute grace period of almost no teachers or students, allowing him to carry out the most impactful part of his plan without any watchful eyes.
6:28 AM
Izuku stood in front of the school building. Soon it'll be now and never.
6:30 AM
Finally, the doors opened. Izuku waited for the coast to be clear before he sped off to the school bulletin board. For a moment, he stared at the various flyers and advertisements before he set his bag down, opened it, and took out the cup of pushpins and the stack of photos. He then got to work.
6:40 AM
He finished putting up all the photos and stared at his work for a few moments. It was missing something... and he knew exactly what. It was the perfect idea. Besides people hadn't really shown up and his window of opportunity was still open. He rummaged through his bag eventually finding exactly what he was looking for: a bright red marker.
6:43 AM
He put the cap back on the marker and shoved it right back into his bag. He looked around before running off, genuinely, wholeheartedly running. His hand moved to cover his mouth. He needed to hide his ever-growing grin. Gosh, he was just so so so... he didn't know what to feel.
6:45 AM
"What the hell?" A boy and his friend stopped at the bulletin board. They had just entered the school building. What in the world? "Oh my God..." His friend covered her mouth.
6:50 AM
A crowd had formed at the board. Snickers and giggles could be heard around and about.
7:00 AM
A girl entered school. She was fairly pretty. Sumeri Kota was her name. Fun fact: she shared a class with the resident quirkless loser. What was his name? Ah right... Izuku flipping Midoriya. As she stood at the shoe lockers, she heard whispers behind her. When she looked, she saw other girls giggling and laughing at her. Stupid bitches, always gossiping.
"What's so funny?" She glared at them. The stupid skanks we're always talking trash.
"Hmm? Oh nothing." One of the girls waved her hand dismissively before muttering,"Whore."
The group broke out into another fit of giggles.
"What'd you say!?" Sumeri yelled at the group, slamming the shoe locker shut.
Another one of the girls threw her hands up in mock surrender. "Oh. Don't get mad at us. Get mad at the board." She jutted a thumb at the crowd of students surrounding the bulletin. Sumeri stopped over to the board, pushing and shoving to see what exactly the girls were teasing her with. Only for her to freeze at the sight.
It was pictures of her with men, older men, doing less than ladylike things, but the one thing that caught her eye was a sentence written on the board in bright red marker.
"SUMERI KOTA IS A STUPID WHORE."
All she could do was stare blankly. Where are the teachers? Why is everyone staring? Why isn't anyone doing anything? Why isn't anyone doing anything? She could do something but I mean, what could she do? Oh, right? Yell and scream.
"Stop it!" she screamed. "Stop looking right now!" she yelled, running up to the photos and clawing at them with her hands. The photos tore and the plastic pins bounced off the ground, rolling away from the mess of a human. She could hear laughter and whispers all around her as if she were a murderer trying to destroy the evidence of a crime witnessed by hundreds.
"God, she's so desperate."
"That bitch had it coming."
"This is just sad."
She looked around wildly. She could feel tears streaming down her face. Her eyes zeroed in on the group of babbling bitches at the shoe lockers.
"You guys!" Kota yelled at the group. "You- you bitches did this, didn't you?!" She ran, tackling one of the girls and pulling her hair. The crowd shifted from the bulletin board to the ensuing brawl with the students, circling the girls, chanting and cheering.
Meanwhile, the "resident quirkless loser" watched from within the crowd, his hand covering his mouth and shock- or wait, is that a smile underneath that hand?
If he's being perfectly honest. He really don't feel bad.