'The sun shines if you think about its light, Midoriya smiles if they believe in it, and sometimes the circumstances are really different.'
Well, sometimes it's best to take the vitamins the Doctor prescribed for him once again and go to class. There's been a lack of variety lately, it seems like he's stuck in a loop. It seemed a couple of weeks ago it was much better if you include the attitude from the outside.
At least then there was no obvious hint of arrogance and hatred. No one has bullied anyone, yet it is a UA. It's forbidden here, but mental pressure is different, and no one can prove anything. Although there is no one to prove it because everyone is the same.
Now he will sit in his place near the window, and he will breathe into Bakugou's back, feeling a sense of danger. He probably wouldn't be here if it weren't for the school rules.
He doesn't know how long it will last.
To Aizawa, he's just Midoriya now. A problem child is not about him, but for classmates, even though he was a Deck, they became more frequent.
This behavior of theirs turned out to be painfully familiar, although at that time the reason was known, so he resigned himself, but what about this time? He has a quirk.
Has he done something bad enough to make it worth treating him like that?
When their teacher broke his arm, this was already observed, when he took the first place where no one seemed to be happy, this was already observed. Or did it start when he broke Kirishima's cup? No.
In any case, it was strange to see how the once cheerful classmates looked so damn depressed when they breathed the same air with him.
He greeted them, they greeted each other with a mirrored smile, and their eyes scanned his every action.
Honestly. They don't know how to hide it at all.
Then everyone in the dining room fell silent at lunch, and people like Asui or Todoroki just swallowed their tongues.
"Is something wrong?"
They didn't expect this, thanks to Uraraka, who quickly took control of the situation.
— No, there's nothing special. Everyone is just tired after exams. She gave him a small smile, but her eyes were looking somewhere behind him, then constantly away to the side.
—Okay, fine. Then I'll go first.
Izuku took his plate and left, he didn't look back.
The audience made a collective exhalation, "Thank God he's gone, it's just torture to sit with him. — Kaminari spoke out, and some supported him.
— That's right, we should always be ready, you never know if this traitor will do something stupid. — Ashido reminded everyone not to be harsh.
The training camp will end in two days, they still have a little more patience. Everyone is firmly convinced that it is Midoriya who is the traitor, because his secret is the scariest, even though he told and showed them this before ... everyone took it to heart only recently.
No one knows, but something was already starting at that moment. Neither Izuku nor the others suspected anything.
Everyone felt slightly sleepy, and evening was approaching. There were only the children and the teacher in the room. Aizawa gathered them to discuss the schedule of the last days they would be in the camp.
— As soon as we get back to school, the autumn holidays will begin, because it's not strange, but it's time.
Some were shocked by his words, because they would finally be allowed to rest after all these torturous training sessions. Who knew that after the exam, there was something worse than the exam?
— Midoriya, as soon as we get back to school, come to my office. We'll discuss some things about your training. A small whisper began, and it reached Izuku's ears.
He managed a smile, and his hands were shaking, but it wasn't noticeable because of the too-long sleeves. — Yes, it's fine.
The light blinked slightly and quickly returned to normal, which is a common phenomenon here.
After finishing their announcement, everyone started talking to each other casually. Deku couldn't help but listen to them and pretend that he was a part of them. No one looked him in the eye, he did exactly the same thing. He was pretending.
And then everything went quiet, and Midoriya had to stifle her groan of disappointment and try to focus on something less painful again, like the seals. It remains to endure these two miserable days, maybe everything will get better after all. He buried himself in his soft fantasies, but not for long. He was interrupted just a couple of seconds later, and that was the last thing Midoriya expected — It wasn't another lecture from Aizawa, but the door that flew open so violently that it flew off. And there was a villain with a gun. With a fucking gun.
And then Izuku's fear disappeared, no sadness, no anger or rage. The villain didn't start shooting as soon as he entered. Thank you. His brain seemed to have cleared up, all the problems that plagued him were gone.
Just heavy breaths and shifty eyes. Shouta was especially shocked, his movements were hampered by some unknown force, and his broken arm limited his actions to the maximum. He quickly scanned the classroom. Everyone was in a similar situation, only a few, including Aizawa, could move their heads, they were paralyzed.
His gaze landed on Midoriya. He still didn't believe that he was a traitor, it was some kind of nonsense - He thought constantly when he talked to Nez about it. You have to pretend to blend in with society so that you don't end up like the Almighty. Izuku must be interrogated with Lie Detectors and everything will be over. He knows he's innocent.
Aizawa looks at Izuku, who is idly twirling the pen in his hands, and a second later it is in his wrist. His dead eyes put Aizawa in a stupor.
The villain grinned, he looked sadistically around the room and did not notice anything suspicious, muttering that everything was going according to plan.
— Well, kids! Is there anyone among you who wants to be the first? He laughed and looked at Aizawa. Shota's eyes were burning, but there was nothing he could do, even his grappling gun was not with him.
Midoriya looked at the villain with an innocent smile. "Why are you doing this?"
Katsuki could only move his head, something was blocking his movements and blocking his quirk. Various thoughts raced through his head that he would like to voice if he could.
The criminal pointed his gun at the Soundboard, a smile playing on his face. — Finally, I'm not dead, I already thought that the drug worked for everyone.
"I asked you a question.
The smile faded from his face, and the villain clenched his fist. "Little devil." What makes you think I should answer? Am I at a disadvantage?
There was a lot of blood on his wrist, which slowly trickled down his palm and landed on the cold floor with a dry thud.
A sweet voice made its way into the villain's head, causing him to hesitate slightly. Mineta lost consciousness. Despite all his pathos and Midoriya's insults behind his back, he turned out to be very pathetic.
The sleeves of his shirt were soaked with scarlet blood, he got up from his seat and continued to stare at the villain who was approaching him. — Are you funny, huh? — the villain was standing a couple of meters away from him. — So be it, I will answer you.
The class watched the villain's every move with wide eyes. Unfortunately, there was nothing anyone could do. Someone was burying Midoriya for his stupidity, because that's where the traitor goes. Katsuki's hands itched at what an idiot Midoriya was. All the hate disappeared when the gun got even closer to Midoriya's face. Aizawa cursed his incompetence. And where the hell were the other teachers?
— All for the sake of money and for the sake of the society that made me do it. He pointed the gun at Deck's head. — And someone pushed me here, I thought it was a great start.
And for the seriousness of my intentions," He pointed the gun at the person sitting next to him and pulled the trigger.
Intense pain burned Kirishima's shoulder, but he couldn't utter a squeak, he didn't know what kind of power it was, he wanted to scream, but he couldn't.
Midoriya's smile faded slightly, and her face darkened after the shot. "The society...?" Then what exactly are you going to get besides money?
—Hey, hey. Don't look away, why don't you answer? I'm going to die anyway. Midoriya said with a sneer, to which the Villain pressed the gun to his forehead. "Are you stupid?" Or maybe you're too lost in your fantasies that you don't notice? Don't you know that if you have something that people don't like, then you're a villain? A villainous quirk, for example!
The class mentally gasped, remembering the situation with the notebook. Some began to regret.
"How do I know I don't have any secrets... or quirks?" He said the last words more quietly than usual. He didn't really like remembering that. It's still a mystery to him why the Almighty decided to pick up his quirk before sending him to the camp. What motivated him to do it..? What made his classmates treat him like trash?
The villain focused on Midoriya. —Huh?" So you're not quirky?
— Come on, waste another bullet, see what happens next. Blood was still pouring from his hand. — Let's see how people will remember you. Pathetic!
Veins popped out on his forehead, the Villain's patience was reaching its limit. "What do you even know?" I've been told all my life that I won't succeed! They said I was wrong! He shouted those words into his ears. "I wanted to...!"
Shut up! He shouted at the Villain right in his face, scaring everyone in the class. "You had a damn chance!" You had a freaking opportunity! You could have achieved something in life, but no! You came here to take revenge on the pathetic kids! For money and revenge? It's pathetic! — A huge pool of blood has already formed under them, and Kirishima may lose consciousness soon. — It's your own fault, not the society's.
The hand holding the gun started shaking violently, this Boy was yelling at him and screaming. He doesn't know why, but he can barely control his consciousness. — If people told me who I am, I would be a corpse rotting in an alley!
"Find a better excuse, trash. Izuku emphasized the last word and grabbed the gun while the Villain was confused. A shot!
The bullet hit him right in the left side, the bullet went through and his white shirt turned dark red. Midoriya clicked his tongue in displeasure.
The villain smiled, but immediately regretted it. After all, he lost his pistol at the cost of that shot. — You really shouldn't let your guard down, because these are beginner's mistakes. Izuku was teasing the criminal, his eyes couldn't be seen because of his bangs.
The villain was trying to get out, — It's a good bluff, but I won't fall for it. He was looking at his wound. — This is probably the first time you've held a gun, huh.
— What are you talking about? He tilted his neck slightly to the right as a deafening shot rang out.
The villain took a step back and grabbed his wounded shoulder. "It's a lousy choice," Izuku looked at the gun in his hand, "considering that this is an attempt on future heroes, not kindergarten students."
Some of the class felt more fear from Midoriya than from the Villain. A shot!
A shot! A shot! A smile played on his face, the Villain was in pain. A shot! A shot!
When the villain fell to the floor, Midoriya did not hesitate, he poked his gun on his forehead and whispered. — A painful death, the most fun death, isn't it..?
Izuku rummaged through his pockets and took out a bottle labeled Antidote. Who knew that one of the employees would turn out to be a rat, but also stupid.
Deku put the gun on the floor and kicked it towards Aizawa, simultaneously throwing a small glass bottle to the ground.
After a couple of seconds, when the substance in the bottle dispersed into the classroom, everyone was able to move and speak. The situation quickly improved, and Aizawa ran over to Kirishima to bandage the wound. Shouta was silent, but one of his students couldn't help himself.
Ashido, instead of thanking him or checking if he's okay, she asks: Are you even normal? Do you want to die?
Izuku was silent for a while, his face still blank, and the wound in his left side was making itself felt. — Why not?
The words left his mouth and a deathly silence reigned in the room, everyone looked at Midoriya. Izuku didn't think he had said anything special, so he continued to look at Aizawa. Shouta paled at the sight of his student, goosebumps ran through his body.
"What the hell are you talking about, Deku?" Bakugou's question was as sharp as a knife.
— There's nothing. Does everything I say and do matter? Midoriya grumbled as he went out, he needed to go to the bathroom to treat his wound. He closed the door, leaving only a trail of blood behind him.
Yes, I want to die, Kacchan. Really want to.