It was happening all over again…

Izuku dropped down on his butt, his back against the dirty, alleyway wall. He felt a knee in his stomach, causing him to groan and wince.

“Damnit… i thought i-“

“Escaped your past? Hah, as if.”

You were a friend of Bakugo’s from junior school, the person who’d bully the quirkless Izuku, throw him into the wall and push his face into the fountain.

Yeah, that was you.