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It’s the little things that make a difference when added up.
For example, finding a rock in your shoe that won’t go away no matter how violently you shake it. Like when someone constantly taps their pencil on a desk. Or when people demand for your help for the simplest of tasks.
It’s the little things like that which really make a person crack.
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When Izuku comes back to the dorms, he expects to be able to walk right up to his bed and crash into a peaceful slumber. After all, he just spent all evening working on his Shoot Style with All Might and he knows he’ll need the rest if he wants to make it to his early morning run with Iida. So of course that’s what he tries to do. He gets as far as the first stair until someone shouts for help.
Instantly, he rushes to the sound of voices near the living room.
“Oh come on Kaminari! You had one job!”
“I guess it’s not entirely his fault. The wires to the TV were just too close to him.”
Izuku stops in the middle of the living room to see Jirou, Mina, and Sero surrounding what looks like Kaminari short-circuiting (what with him throwing up his thumbs and drooling, it clearly couldn’t be anything else). He walks up to them and slowly asks what happened.
“You see we asked Kaminari here to charge our phones and laptops for us, not realizing how close he was to the TV wires. So when he, you know, charged them up, a few sparks landed on the wires and kinda uhm broke the TV and I guess Kaminari.” Jirou explains as she points her thumb towards both the broken person and television.
Izuku sighs and tells them to take Kaminari somewhere else while he fixes the TV. He’s had experience fixing devices like this ever since Mei Hatsume came into his life, but still it’s annoying that this keeps happening.
As he finishes, thinking he can finally get to bed, Mina comes jumping down the stairs and spills fresh red paint all over his shirt.
“Oh shoot! I am so sorry Midoriya! I was just taking this to Uraraka so she could help me- you know actually maybe blue would look better for what we’re doing…but anyways! I didn’t mean to spill it, I-I guess I shouldn’t be jumping around with paint. Ah! Sorry! I’ll let you go, bye!” She explains before running down the stairs for who knows what else.
It’s fine , he thinks, it was just an accident. Now go change and take a shower. Maybe you’ll still be able to go to bed at a decent time.
As if the universe insists on denying him that pleasure, he makes it to the bathroom only to realize that water is flooding on the tile floor. He stands there, momentarily in shock and disgust, because it seems the water is coming from one singular toilet.
He moves closer to inspect, much to his displeasure, and finds a purple ball floating at the top of the toilet. Mineta. It looks like the pervert tried to fix the running water by sticking a purple ball directly on top of where the water hole is.
Seeing that the culprit is too stupid to do anything else and no one seemed to notice the slowly flooding bathroom, Izuku begrudgingly unclogs the toilet and cleans up the leftover water. At this point, Izuku just wants to take the quickest possible shower and go to fucking bed. But the universe seems to be against him.
He turns on the shower water, waits the appropriate amount of time for it to heat up, and jumps in. Only to find that the water is fucking freezing. It seems my classmates used up all the fucking hot water. I bet it was Kacchan, seeing as he hates the cold.
Still. He takes the quickest shower of his life and walks down the hallway shivering.
As he finally gets under the warm sheets, his phone lights up and buzzes, signaling someone texting him. Normally, he would not hesitate to check and answer it, but right now he’s not so sure he wants to. He’s finally somewhat at peace and doesn’t want to risk that. But something inside him whispers what if it’s an emergency? What if someone needs immediate help and they only trust you? So he looks, it’s from Todoroki:
“Midoriya. Have you finished the essay from Midnight-sensei’s class?”
Shit. Shit. I didn’t finish that. I thought I did! I could’ve sworn I finished it! But now that I’m thinking about it, I know I didn’t. Aizawa-sensei wanted me to work on a different Ultimate Move and I-I must have forgotten about the essay!
He frantically shoots up and out of bed, while sending Todoroki a text back. Only to end up face first on one of his dumbbells. He groans in pain as he feels the bruise forming under his right eye. Of course I manage to land on a dumbbell face first, because I tripped on the other dumbbell. Damn it, you really are acting like a Deku!
He speeds through his essay, luckily knowing the topic well, but still only manages to finish it at 1am. By this point, the little annoyances from the night are piling up and causing a low simmer in the depths of Izuku’s mind. He’s starting to get visibly annoyed now, but thank Kami no one else is here to see it.
Why does the universe seem to be against me tonight!?
As if to answer his question, a low buzzing sound erupts from somewhere in his room. His eye twitches and he looks around to see what could possibly be making that noise. It can’t be his phone, no one is texting him. No hero forums have chatted anything new. It can’t be his laptop, it’s not overheating. It can’t be the new All Might alarm clock he got as a birthday gift, the clock doesn’t even buzz! It quite literally shouts I AM HERE TO WAKE YOU UP! every morning at 5. So what the fuck is it!?
He doesn’t find his answer, no matter how hard he looks. For one minute, the buzzing comes from the left corner of the room. Another minute, it’s on the right. This continues for what feels like an hour until finally Izuku realizes it must be a damn fly. In fact, just as that realization comes to him, the fly appears in his sight.
But like any normal person, he gives up on trying to capture the fly (albeit after swatting around it for a solid half an hour). He tries to ignore the buzzing by shoving his pillow on the sides of his head, but that does little. Eventually he realizes that he’s not falling asleep anytime soon, so what does he do? He reads the hero forums. Again. And again. Until finally he manages to fall asleep while reading about Endeavor’s horrible people skills.
He gets a solid 2 hours of sleep before the All Might alarm clock is shouting. He pointedly slams his fist against the alarm and goes back to sleep. But once again, the universe seems to want his demise.
Without warning, there is a sharp pounding on his door and he can hear the muffled voice of one Tenya Iida.
“Midoriya! It is unlike you to have slept in! Are you not ready for our run?” Iida’s pounding continues. Apparently he can’t take a hint. So Izuku drags himself out of bed, not even bothering to fix his shuffled clothes. He slowly opens the door as light shines through.
Squinting, he grumbles “Iida, I’m sorry I can’t join you. I-I didn’t get much sleep last night because I forgot to f-finish Midnight-sensei’s essay. “
Izuku thought he’d at least explain himself and hoped Iida would see where he was coming from and leave him alone. But once again, his hopes were shattered when Iida began to lecture Izuku on the importance of doing assignments early and getting proper sleep.
“…So you see Midoriya, next time you should get your work done earlier! A proper hero-in-training should know that!” Iida finishes with his signature hand chop. Then finally, thank fucking Kami , Izuku slams the door shut and walks back to his bed. Until he, once again, trips on a different dumbbell and feels the formation of a new bruise under his left eye. The simmering only grows as Izuku decides to just fully get up and get some much needed caffeine.
He walks down the stairs into the kitchen and prepares to make a cup of coffee only to find that the machine is broken. A little sticky note resides that reads “ sorry dudes! accidentally shattered the coffee bean dispenser! -Kirishima”.
If anyone was around they’d hear the low growl that came out of Izuku’s mouth. A growl only heard when he’s ready to fight the most severe of villains. But no one’s there, so no one hears. Instead, Izuku just sits at the countertop and drinks, with clenched hands, a glass of milk.
He’s about to go wash his dish, when Uraraka floats down the stairs and cheerfully makes her way to him. Something about her cheerfulness makes Izuku want to punch something. Yet he pushes that thought away and focuses on the girl in front of him.
“Hey Deku! How are you!? Wait- oh Kami! What’s wrong with your face!?”
“What do you mean?” It’s then he remembers the identical bruises under his eyes from the fucking dumbbells. “O-Oh i-it’s okay, Uraraka! They’re j-just bruises I got from t-tripping!”
“Are you sure, Deku? They don’t look quite good…”
“Y-yes I’m sure! I’ll be alright!!” He does his best to sound convincing and, luckily, Uraraka just nods her head and lets him go about. He makes his way to clean his cup, until Kaminari zooms by and plugs in the coffee machine. That’s when the machine makes a cracking sound and proceeds to explode near Izuku’s arm.
He thought maybe he got away in enough time for him to remain uninjured, but he was so painfully wrong. He starts screaming in pain as the shards of glass puncture his arm and soon Uraraka is floating him to Recovery Girl’s office.
Recovery Girl scolds him and tells him to be more cautious, as if he meant for the shards of glass to be in his arm. Of course I didn’t fucking mean for this to happen! How are you blaming me for this! Still, she fixes both his arm and bruised eyes and lets him go. The simmering rises even more.
He makes it to class with 5 minutes to spare and, fortunately, no one notices the ever growing anger in his eyes. Izuku chats with his classmates about the upcoming exams until his classmates start to make their way to their assigned desks. It’s only then that he sees Bakugou’s shoes on top of his desk.
Something inside Izuku cracks. He balls his fists and glares intensely into Bakugou’s eyes.
“Katsuki?” Still holding that intense eye contact. “Can you please put your feet on the ground where they belong?”
The green toxicity of Izuku’s eyes make Bakugou flinch. He knows that look. He’s feared that look ever since it sent him to the hospital with a broken nose. So he does what he’s told.
“Yes, of course, my bad.” His feet remain planted on the floor underneath his desk as he watches Deku huff and sit at his desk. Deku only uses that look, that tone, his real name when he’s beyond pissed. So Bakugou quietly but quickly fixes his uniform; he puts on his tie correctly and fixes his sagging pants. He places his hands firmly in his lap and sits up straighter than anyone’s ever seen. He remains as still as he can be and as silent as possible, even though his eyes are frantically shaking.
Remember the rules damn it!
- Your outfit must be in the best shape possible, nothing out of line.
- Fidgeting or any little tick will become noticeable in an instant. So sit very still and stay so fucking quiet.
- Do not and, I repeat, do not bother him unless he directly asks. But don’t completely isolate him or that toxicity will never leave.
- Do not hesitate to answer his beck and call. Who cares about your pride when your life is on the line.
- Let him rant to you if he decides to. Maybe then you’ll learn what not to do next time to avoid this whole thing in the first place. Agree always, unless you can make a solid argument that he can’t argue against.
Izuku’s classmates can practically feel the sudden shift in the air as they notice the spike of stress radiating off the blonde boy. They look towards Izuku in unison and can clearly see the downright murderous aura around him. It’s like a back and forth motion as all heads shift between the two boys. They don’t know exactly what to do, but seeing the dramatic shift in Bakugou’s demeanor, they decide to follow him to a T.
He has to know what he’s doing, right? Class 1-A thinks.
While they fix themselves up and copy Bakugou, Aizawa walks in and no one seems to notice in their panic.
He’s still staring in bewilderment as everyone finishes and not a sound could be heard or a movement to be spotted. All the while, he can feel Midoriya’s murderous aura slightly diminish. It’s something he’s been trained to notice right off the bat and it’s slightly frightening to realize that his student can produce it so effectively. But none of that is shown on the man’s face as he starts his lecture.
Aizawa refrains from asking Midoriya any questions and, when class is finished, he shuffles closer to the window as Midoriya walks past him and out the door. Albeit a little calmer, the boy still radiates murderous intent. Best to warn the other teachers, he doesn’t want to have to deal with any paperwork if the boy happens to injure someone.
It’s not until lunch when the cracks within Izuku steadily grow and rage starts to emerge on his features. People are surely avoiding him! Uraraka and Iida don’t sit with him for lunch. Mina and Kaminari literally hid behind a fake tree when he walked by! Fuck even Bakugou isn’t easily throwing taunts at him (even though he hates the taunts, he wants someone to interact with him)! But it’s fine. He can deal with it. He huffs into his soba as he waits for lunch to end.
Bakugou, on the other hand, is slowly freaking out. No one is sitting with Deku. Hell! People are even moving tables away from him! He thought surely someone would sit with him. Round Cheeks is always by his side and so is that Half n’ Half bastard. So why aren’t they fucking over there!?
Bakugou sucks up what’s left of his dignity and attempts to make his way over there, when suddenly the bell rings and everyone shoots out of their seat. Evidently, he’s being dragged away by the masses before he even got the chance to enter Deku’s sight.
As for Izuku, he wasn’t feeling any better by the time everyone was in their hero costume for Hero Training. In fact, he’s feeling ten times as shitty and it’s much more evident that one more crack will cause him to lash out. His classmates are still avoiding him and keeping their distance. Even All Might seems uncertain what to do about Izuku’s simmering rage.
However, class slowly restarts; Izuku hoping upon hoping that nothing goes wrong to push him further.
The universe has other plans apparently.
A dark purple portal appears in the center of Ground Beta and out comes Shigaraki with a couple of other backstreet thugs. Then a giant Noumu, as the portal closes to reveal Kurogiri.
Shigaraki stalks his way towards Class 1-A while cackling about how he’ll “turn the students to dust!” It’s evident that the leader of the League of Villains just wanted to create chaos at the moment. Granted, he should’ve chosen differently.
Shigaraki is about the say more, but Bakugou stopped paying attention as soon as he felt the sudden spike of murderous rage. Being familiar with Deku’s rage, he noticed it sooner than others, but he didn’t get the chance to warn them as he turned tail and blasted his way out of the area. He’s not dying today. The rest of class 1-A only hesitates a moment before they’re quickly following.
Izuku feels it when the last crack shatters within him. Rage courses through him like a river and his eyes start glowing a toxic green. One for All springs into action and lights the boy up in green lightning. In the blink of an eye, his foot is in front of Shigaraki’s face and lands a kick that breaks the villain’s jaw.
“Oh that. That felt fucking good.” Izuku mutters sharply as his eyes set on the awaiting Noumu. No orders have been given, so the Noumu’s just a sitting duck. Perfect for Izuku to use as a punching bag. He leaps by the Noumu’s side and sends the monster flying with a sharp kick. All the while, Class 1-A and All Might stand in shock and slight fear as they watch Izuku.
Izuku proceeds to rip the limbs off the Noumu and scatter them across the area. It’s with absolute glee when he maniacally laughs when no one stops him. The green-haired boy realizes, as he pulls off the last leg from the Noumu, that he can use the leg to pummel the remaining street thugs. So his toxic green eyes glance over his shoulder, making direct eye contact with every single thug. He moves in a flash with the Noumu leg and suddenly he’s in front of them.
“I bet you think you have it worse! Well you don’t know shit! Did you hear buzzing all night while you were trying to sleep!? Did you have to clean an entire bathroom of dirty fucking shit water!?” He screams as he pummels one thug in the stomach and sends him flying.
“No!? Didn’t think so Fucker!” Izuku shouts over the grunts of pain coming from the guy he just bashed in the shoulder.
“You think you’re in pain! Imagine having the day I fucking had!” Izuku yells as he turns on his heel and bashes the last villain.
With all those thugs gone, Izuku’s glare returns back to a crawling Shigaraki. The man in question holding his broken jaw with four fingers and feeling his blood dripping. He’s never faced someone with so much rage. It’s not like the striking fear Sensei manages to produce every time he’s around. It’s much worse. It’s something that strikes him to his core and puts him in a frozen state. Even Kurogiri is frozen in his place from the sheer mania being produced from this small boy.
Shigaraki doesn’t even notice the green-haired kid in front of him until he registers the breaking of his fingers. He screams in pain and it’s then that Kurogiri awakens from his shock and opens a portal beneath his young master. But not before, Izuku had the chance to also break Shigaraki’s ankles.
“You had to come and fuck up my day even more, didn’t you?” Izuku growls.
“Well let me thank you. Because I really fucking needed that!” He proceeds to throw his head back and laugh so unhinged that it leaves everyone shaking.
With the two main villains gone, Izuku finally settles down and stretches.
“Yeah. I definitely needed that.” He mutters before sighing and looking towards his classmates and mentor. He sees the looks of shock and terror on their faces, but, right now, he doesn’t seem to fully register it as he yawns.
“I’m heading back to the dorms and crashing, see you guys tomorrow.” Izuku says before he starts walking away. Leaving in his wake, injured criminals and terrified heroes.
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The first one to break the silence is Bakugou.
“Thank Kami. I didn’t think we’d make it the rest of the day.”
No one says anything else as they all walk back to the dorms.