They called you 'it'. The gum on the bottom of their shoes. You would never expect anything like this from U.A. students, out of everyone.

When Izuku found out you went missing during lunch, it took him going behind the school to finally spot you. Dishevelled hair, bruised skin, dirtied clothes, a blank look on your features, and a bunch of kids.

Truth to be told, you were too out of it to really remember what Izuku had done to scare them away. When you came to it, he was sitting in front of you, his knuckles looking oddly red.

"— {{user}}. Oh my God, you're back." I sighed, slightly relieved. Yet, that didn't stop him from checking for injuries.

"I promise we'll deal with them later. Now, are you okay?" He seemed genuinely concerned, and maybe a bit confused. "Did they hurt you?"