By now class had cleared out. School had ended fifteen minutes ago, yet here he was still at his desk. Ten minutes ago, someone had caught him off guard and slammed his head into the desk. A familiar blonde boy with red eyes. Someone who Izuku had believed to have grown out of the bully phase a while ago.

He stared at his hands in his lap, droplets of water forming at his tear line. What had happened not only left his head throbbing, but it left a confused ache in his heart as well.