I give up

Izuku was staring right into Bakugo's eyes and it was like his body was not listening to him he was so scared that he can't move he was shaking and tears were coming out of his eyes.

Bakugo when saw izuku in this state couldn't help but laugh.

"DAMN, Deku. I haven't even started yet and you are already about to piss yourself." He says as he crouches down and puts his hand on Izuku's shoulder. "Do you want to say something before I turn you into a bloody pulp?" And smoke started to come out of his hands and a burning sensation on Izuku shoulder.

"Kaa-chan... I am sorry." He said in a shaky voice. Bakugo when heard his nickname had a disgusted look on his face stood up and turns around.

"Kaachan... Kaachan... KAACHAN" As he turns back and kicks Izuku in the face.

Izuku didn't even have any time to react or attempt to save himself he was lying on the ground with his nose bleeding and he was sure that his nose is broken and if not it's definitely cracked. Before Izuku could get up and do anything Bakugo started kicking him.

"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!!!!!

AM I, SOME KIND OF FREAKING ANIMAL TO YOU?!?!?!?!" And he continues to kick Izuku until he runs out of breath.

Bakugo was still staring at him with an angry gaze, and izuku was lying on the ground breathing heavily and blood coming out from his mouth and nose. Bakugo knew that he can't take anymore but that's not the problem here the problem is fr how long it will take his anger to calm down.

"Fix him," Without turning back Bakugo said in a serious tone. But nobody answered him or did anything, but before Bakugo said anything a bo grabbed his shoulder from behind.

"Hey, don't you think that he had enough." Bakugo turns around to see who the hell was asking for it. When he turns around he saw a chubby boy with brown hair and eyes. (Guy from a different school)

"HUH!?!?! This is nowhere near enough, and besides Deku can take it." As he looked towards Izuku who was also looking at him with a look full of fear and someone who is asking for help he wanted to say something but no words came out of his mouth but he knew that no matter how much he screams or asks for help no one is coming to help him.

----TIME SKIP----

After two hours or so, Izuku was lying on the ground with torn-up uniform blood was spilled all over the place but there was not even a single scratch on him if we disregard all the others from before. He may look fine from the outside but he can still feel all the pain and it was very hard to bear. All the time he was just hoping that he will lose consciousness so he didn't have to experience it and now that it was over he was still feeling all that pain like he was still being beaten up.

After a few minutes of struggling, he sat up leaning against the wall but something was wrong with his vision. He covers his right eye with his palm and tries to see with his left eye but all that he could see was pitch black darkness and he knows what that means. Not that it matters to him at least now he won't have that half blurry vision which he still can't get used to.

After sitting there for a while izuku got up and picked up his bag, at least he was happy that they didn't tear his bag or he would have to think of some kind of DAMN excuse like every time.

He got up and still having trouble walking properly he went into the school, to use the shower to wash all the dirt, blood and piss off him. YEAH, you held right after the beatdown some of his classmates pissed on him.

When he was standing under the falling it gave him some relief for now from the burning sensation all over his body. He was standing facing down and blood was flowing from his left eye and every time a blood drop fall on the floor his mind started to go numb it felt like time itself had slowed down and a weird feeling started to come to him but suddenly he snaps out of it when he heard someone screaming his name at the top of their lungs.

At first, he thought that it might be his imagination because it was the only time he heard something like that then again it was dead silent. He came out of the shower and without even wiping himself he just stood there waiting for all the water to run down his body because there was nothing to wipe himself with, his body was thin and the upper half was full of scars and burn marks with his little ripped muscles if his situation might have been different he would probably look badass.

After a while, he put on his clothes from which water was still dripping. He started to walk away while holding his bag in his hand as to not get it wet and on the other, he had his phone which now he was sure will not work because it was just barely holding together or it will snap in two at any moment.

He was walking in the corridor when he heard a voice "Hey, Midoriya." And he turns around, it was a childish voice which came from behind but nobody was there when he turned around. Paying no attention to it he turned around to walk away but when he did he saw his child version sanding in front of him with an All might action figure in his hand and a sad expression on his face.

Izuku couldn't make out anything of this situation he knew that whatever this is, is not real but it's also not completely fake because something like this has happened to him before and he knew damn well that that was not fake. But whatever that was he didn't spare a single second glance to it and started to walk away.

"Are you sad?" Again a voice came from behind but nor did he stop neither did he say anything back.

"Are you angry?" He didn't say anything just keep walking and there was silence only the sound of footsteps were echoing in the corridor.

"...But you are guilty." When izuku heard what that thing has said he stopped but didn't turn around.

"What do you mean by that." He asked in a serious tone.

"Isn't it obvious? You are the one you did what you did and now you are suffering because of it."

"I was not the one who did it... You were." And he started to walk away.

"I think you are mistaken. You and I are the same I am just something that is inside your head. The suppressed feeling you have the anger and disappointment towards yourself is what I am. Not a single word have I said is a lie and you know that no matter how much you refuse but deep down you know what you are...

A 'QUIRKLESS' boy who wants to achieve something wants to be a hero, protect people. Tell me how are you suppose to protect others, bring them comfort when you can't even do that for yourself."

"𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗧 𝗨𝗣" Izuku shouted and threw his phone towards that figure but suddenly it disappeared as his voice echoed in the whole school and it felt like he was shouting at himself.

He walked back and picked up his sim and memory card from the ground put them in his pocket and started to walk away. Every step he took felt like he was pushing his body to its limit his whole body ached and now even his head and chest felt heavy.

He knew that whatever that thing have said was true but he refuses to accept it, he always wanted to be a hero not ever once in his life had he ever thought about anything other than that fact. All the actions he ever took in his life were to fulfill this one single dream, from the very start he knew that this is something that will stay as a dream forever and ever but still wanted to try but now it seems like a waste of effort.

But it izuku 'The always smile boy' and like always he just put all these thoughts in the back of his head and decides to work his hardest but he doesn't know that how long can he keep up with this circus od ABSURDITY.

Reaching home was like a rial to him many times he falls on the way back but somehow he made it back. Standing in front of his house he was knocking on the door for a while and every time he banged the door harder and harder, in the end, he used his spare key to enter the house, and turns out no one who home which was a good thing for him.

Now he just wanted to have some rest because of all the mental and physical exhaustion he has but the first thing he saw when he entered his room was his cherished posters of his favorite hero All might, laughing at him.

The moment he saw them it felt like something snapped in his head and like a mad animal he tore them all down along with some of the wallpaper even some of his nails also break off because of how eager he was to tear them all up. All those memories of him putting them up came back to him. How much he loved them how much he wished that he will put them up. No matter how angry he was he still loves them, he wanted to stop but he can't his body won't listen to him only the unparalleled rage in his mind was the one that was driving him to do this and he couldn't stop himself no matter how hard he tries, even doing so his anger was decreasing the least bit he didn't know from what he was angry at or from whom.

After he tore them all down he was sitting in the center of his room like a corpse tears and blood was coming out of his eyes. Watching all those torn-up posters littered in his room he didn't know that he should be happy, sad, or angry.

When he came back to his senses the first thing that he did was his torn-up uniform under his bed for now and he put the torn-up posters in a box and put it in his closet.

That night felt like never-ending torture to him, later when his mom came back he put up his happy act, and damn it is so natural that even his sister was amazed that someone can be this happy back a brutal beatdown like that must be some kind of... You know.

But only he knew how much pain he was in, every time his skin made contact with anything it hurt so much that he wanted to scream, even putting up clothes was a challenge.

The whole night he was sitting naked in the bathtub with cold water in it. Sure it will make him richly but still, It relieved him from the burning sensation all over his body.

In the morning when his mom wakes up the first thing that he did was to collect all his All might and hero stuff along with his notes and his torn-up uniform he put them in a box and burned them under a bridge and this time he was not acting on emotions but he was fully aware what he was doing.

When he was walking back home he felt like a burden have been lifted off him, now he doesn't have to work hard for that pointless dream of his just live every day to the fullest or just live because now he doesn't have anything that he wanted to do and it's not like anybody except anything from him.