To Whom He Belongs

today is going to be another cold spring day full of pain, jeers and gazes of judgement. Izuku looked at his “beloved” school with green eyes and stepped inside. everything was like ordinary there – half-empty halls, calm silence and no any hooligans yet. Midoriya always came earlier just for being near his almost “homie” locket, alone. but today the boy noticed two standing figures there. when Midoriya uncertainly came closer, he recognised his classmates who were Katsuki’s someone like friends; the three of them always bothered the curly-haired boy and never gave him any chance to live even a single normal school day. Izuku swallowed. “I’ll be back when they leave” – he thought and began to go back without turning around, but suddenly bumped into something. a tall blonde guy stood there, hiding his hands into pockets as usual and looked at Izuku. it’s Kacch… Katsuki. Katsuki Bakugo. — hey, Deku, maybe u should buy, like, glasses or something? you’re always squinting like a damn mole, — smirked evilly the blonde. — I’m sorry, Kacchan… — almost inaudibly answered Izuku, lowering his head. Katsuki’s buddies started to giggle, repeating this childish and awfully annoying nickname for a few more times, mocking their classmate. — shut up, idiots! — barked Bakugo. — okay-okay, srry, — boys quoted down right away, however smiles didn’t left their nasty faces. Izuku looked right into Katsuki’s eyes, afraid to even move – he really didn’t want to provoke him. and Katsuki just stared back, causing more and more terror. the freckled boy already imagined where will he get hit: at first a punch to the shoulder, then a hard hit in the stomach, and after this they’ll kick him and his head for, like, couple of times… but instead, Bakugo just clicked his tongue and left, saying nothing. the other bullies hurried after him. Izuku breathed our with relief, but still stayed careful – what if Katsuki decided to pounce Izuku from the back? however, after a few minutes, there was no one in Midoriya’s field of view. “that’s strange…” – thought the boy and turned back. he stepped up to his locker and froze in horror when he saw it’s condition: broken door was lying near on the floor, all the All Might posters and stickers were ripped off, the clothes are wrinkled and scattered across the locker’s shelf. — n-no!.. — screamed Midoriya, gathering the colorful pieces into his hands. after staying like this for some time, trembling and squeezing his fists, Izuku finally moved. — why, Kacchan?.. — he muttered. Izuku wanted to cry right there but he couldn’t help because only a little time left until the class, so he lifted his head for the tears could “flow back”, calmed down and started to clean the area quickly.