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All the students in 1-A were around their dining table doing the math homework Ectoplasm-sensei assigned to them.
“No, you have to cross multiply here” Izuku informed Shinsou who was sitting beside him, Shinsou grunted in reply.
“Midoriya, how do you do question 17?” Uraraka asked him,
“Yea, I was having difficulties on that one too” Jirou inputted,
“Same here!” Hagakure chimed in as well,
“Iida, where is the whiteboard?” Izuku put his hand on his chin, deep in thought.
“I believe it's in the attic, do you need me to get it for you?” Iida chopped the air with his hands,
“No, it's alright I can get it” Izuku reassured him, as he got up from the table to retrieve said whiteboard, “I’ll be back in a second!”
After he left, everyone went back to doing their work silently,
“He’s like a big brother” Denki blurted out,
Everyone looked up at him inquisitively.
“You know, he’s always helping us with our homework, using his analysis to help us improve in training, always making our food and being there to talk to…” He trailed off,
“He’s so manly!” Kirishima agreed,
“That damn nerd isn’t shit-” Bakugo was cut off by a ringtone,
“Who’s phone is that?” Iida asked the group, “It is improper for someone's phone to be on while we are supposed to be studying!”
Shinsou looked over to the seat where Izuku was sitting, “Its Midoriya’s phone, should we answer?”
The class exchanged looks before telling Shinsou to put the phone on the table and answer it, while Hagakure went and made sure Izuku wasn’t near them.
Shinsou swiped to answer the call,
“Hello? Is this Izuku?” The voice questioned,
“Hello, we are Midoriya’s classmates, what did you need him for?” Iida answered the voice,
“I was just wondering how my son was doing!” The voice, now revealed as Izuku’s father, said cheerfully.
“Guys, I’m back with the whiteboard!” Izuku called out, “Wait, what are you doing?”
“Damn Nerd, you got a phone call so we answered it.” Bakugo snarled,
“Is that Katsuki I heard?” Izuku’s father inquired, “I haven’t seen you since you were just a little boy!”
Izuku’s blood ran cold, placing the whiteboard on the ground, he calmly walked over to the group, grabbing his phone,
“Hello, Father... ” He said bitterly into the phone,
His classmates looked taken back by the amount of hostility that was seeping from Izuku’s words.
“Izuku, my boy! How are you?” His father asked him,
“I was better before you called, that's for sure,” Izuku grumbled,
“Now, now, Son, that's not a way for you to talk to your father, now is it?” His father lightly scolded him,
Izuku’s rage was overflowing by now,
“ You are NOT my father. ” His voice full of hatred, “ A father doesn’t abandon his child and wife now does he? ” Izuku continued with a sickly, sweet voice.
“That was all in the past!” His father said cheerfully,
Gasps rang throughout the room,
“How old am I?” Izuku asked his father.
“12, why?” His father said, sounding confused,
“Wrong, try again” He growled into the phone,
“14?”
“Wrong, try again”
“13?”
“See, you can’t even remember how old your child is, yet you call yourself a father,
disgraceful
”
His father was silent, as was the class, none of them had seen Izuku this way before,
“Little fuckers like you have no right in my life at all, in fact who the fuck do you think you are to call me out of bloody nowhere and just simply ask ‘how the fuck’ I am? Not even sorry for causing me and my mother so much grief, for leaving us in debt and running off to satan knows where”
“Izuku I know you are mad, but you need to calm down,” His father said softly,
“Mad? I‘m not mad, I’m furious” He hissed,
Meanwhile, some of his classmates were frantically trying to call Aizawa, while the others were scurrying back to their rooms.
“Even if you are mad at me, I am still your father” Izuku’s father sighed, while Izuku seemed even madder than before.
“ My father, you say? ” Izuku chuckled, “ The one who beat me up every time he saw me? The one who told me that I was better off dead? THE ONE WHO MADE MY MOTHER ALMOST KILL HERSELF BECAUSE OF THE BURDEN YOU PUT ON HER? I was almost too late...Do you know how it feels to watch your mother fall off a roof, then immediately having to call an ambulance and calmly explain the situation?”
The class that was remaining gasped, some even burst into tears, none of them knew Izuku well enough for him to tell them about that.
“
Now, you are NOT my father, you NEVER will be. If I see you near MY mother, then I will crush every bone in your body and make soup with your organs, only to feed them to YOUR mother while having your decapitated head on a platter in front of her.
” Izuku threatened his father in that same sickly, sweet voice as before, “
Understood?
”
His father mumbled something incoherent,
“ I said understood? ” Izuku repeated himself,
“Y-yes, understood!” His father squeaked,
Izuku hung up the phone and chucked it at the wall, accidentally breaking the drywall, and somehow managing to get his phone wedged in the crack.
The class was silent, Izuku looked to his feet and fought the tears that threatened to spill. Shinsou walked over to where Izuku was standing and wrapped him in a hug,
Izuku, not bearing to keep it in anymore, started sobbing, painful heartfelt sobbing, after the class had broken out of their initial shock, went to go comfort the weeping cinnamon roll.
Aizawa on the other hand just looked like he was about to murder somebody, he only heard half of the conversation but that was enough for him to snap, no one hurt his kids and got away from it alive.
After what seemed like an hour, Izuku had fallen asleep, he was probably exhausted, physically, emotionally, and mentally. Currently, he was laying on a blushing Shinsou, who was combing his fingers through the asleep boy's hair. Obviously, there were many photos taken of the duo.
Everyone decided it was best to not bring up that phone call ever again, for the sake of Yuuei and for the sake of Izuku’s mental health. Aizawa knew that there was something wrong with his favourite problem child, but not this wrong, it just reminded him of the little trust Izuku had in teachers and adults alike.
While everyone was distracted, Bakugo stalked over to where Izuku had chucked his phone, the screen was shattered, little pieces of glass were littered onto the floor, his phone was practically snapped in half, sideways, Bakugo shuddered thinking of what Izuku could do if he was mad enough.
A voice broke him out of his thoughts,
“How are you doing?” Shinsou said softly to Izuku, assumingly.
“Is murder still illegal?” Izuku mumbled,
Shinsou along with Bakugo snorted,
“Sadly, yes...I mean, technically only if you get caught…” Shinsou chuckled back to him, but knew it was a mistake when he saw the greenettes eyes light up, “No murder”
Izuku pouted, “But, you just said I could do it only if I didn’t get caught…”
“How about you use this energy towards your training?” Uraraka suggested,
“The machines can’t keep up with me, I’ll break them…” He said sadly.
“Then you can fight Bakugo!” Shinsou said with much more enthusiasm than appreciatied.
“That's a great idea, thanks Shinsou!” Izuku cheered, completely forgetting about the previous situation.
“C’mon Kacchan, let's go beat you up-” He cut himself off with a cough, “Spar, let's go spar…”
And so, that is the tragic story of how Katsuki Bakugo got his ass handed to him by none other than Izuku Midoriya.