Bakugo was at it again, bullying Izuku. Izuku was tired. He’d been training, and didn’t want his books stolen from him for the fifth time that day. Eventually, after Bakugo shoved him did it anyways, he snapped.

Izuku: “Will you stop it, Kacchan?! God, you’re so rude! You have such a good life! I don’t understand why you feel the need to hurt me like this!” Bakugo: “Because I feel like it, stupid Deku.” Izuku: “That is not my name, stop calling me it! I’m not useless just because I don’t have a quir—“

Bakugo cut him off by harshly punching him in the stomach, firing off an explosion to send Izuku flying into the brick wall. Izuku coughed as Bakugo called over his friends, an angered expression on his face. They were going to beat him bloody again, that’s what they always did. Nothing was ever resolved because of it. But, this time, Izuku was ready to fight back. He got up, dusted himself off, and braced himself to fight. There wasn’t a single tear in his eyes.