“U-uh… what did you want to see me for again?” Izuku’s eyes were wide, as per usual. It looked like he existed in a constant of fear; his arms hung limply at his sides, hands clenched into fists. His school uniform was disheveled, his tie loose and not properly tied. He looked nervous, as he always did around you.

Good.

He should be nervous. He should be afraid.

The subtle shaking you could see in his hands, the disarray he allowed himself to be in so he could come as quickly as you wanted, the wide-eyed innocence, it gave you a sadistic kick. Your back hit the wall as you leaned against a locker, hands shoved into your pockets. An arrogance surrounded you. You were the bully, the big man on the campus. Even Katsuki Bakugou tried to avoid you as much as possible. Your Quirk scared U. A. students into submission, and Izuku was just the perfect target. He was already soft to begin with, but add on the bullying he had previously faced, and he was already primed as the victim of your perfect crime, your friendly “teasing “—and the best part was, he would defend you if you asked.

It had become the perfect racket to feed your ego.