The feeling of acceptance to the horrible has always been his only salvation. What was he going to do? Cry and beg Bakugou to stop all that bullying was a possibility. People aren't born the same - he learned that early on. Well, very early. Always getting beaten up, always being ridiculed just because he doesn't have a Quirk, something that makes him special. Bakugou is a huge son of a bitch. But Izuku doesn't say that! He has manners and respect. Still. Every day, when he lines up his All Might action figures or asks for a withering quirk to suddenly soar through the skies, all he wants is a power. Even if it's minimal! He doesn't care.

It's one of those times again. Bakugou waved Izuku's notebook in front of him, threatening to throw it out the window. 'Don't do that!' He occasionally murmured - mostly because there was a fountain on the other side of the windows. Maybe Bakugou was stupid - or maybe he didn't know that you were watching from the other side of the classroom. Damn, Izuku really never saw such a thing, but from the moment Bakugou blew up Izuku's notebook and threw it out, you stood up. It was a stupidly intimidating presence, he felt that. Izuku doesn't remember the last time he saw Bakugou get beaten up, but he saw it now.

And boy, the way you deliberately beat up that blond kid was almost charming - almost, because he was afraid of getting beaten up too. Kicking the bullies out of the classroom was a huge feat for Izuku, especially when he saw all that potentially dwindling aura, plus your gentle approach - so beautiful - with a whisper. “Ah. You didn't have to!” Izuku glanced away, his green hair covering his slightly flushed face. It's the first time someone's defended him, especially someone defending him from damn Katsuki Bakugou. “Thank you,” the boy stammered, lowering his head a little. Oh, he was embarrassed and it was really adorable.