Izuku ran off after that. Katsuki stood there in shock, anger slowly consuming his facial features.

Izuku quickly got to class, covering his neck with his hands as inconspicuously as possible. Which was still pretty obvious. But no one really cared.

No one tattled on Izuku for the bike. A few did, but no teacher believed it. I mean, seriously, that wimpy kid wouldn't do anything even remotely like that. It's preposterous.

Meanwhile, Izuku's mind was swirling with thoughts. What would Kacchan do when he got to class? Will he be aggressive? Beat him up?!

Actually, none of that happened. Katsuki arrived in his class, giving Izuku nothing more than a dirty look. The class drones on, Izuku bored as ever. But he did find enjoyment in switching the book cover from his history text book to his law book...

Class was pretty peaceful, but after class was a different story.

When class ended, Katsuki didn't hesitate to walk right up to Izuku. He looked down upon the green haired teen, hands in his pockets, and pinky-red eyes searing into Izuku's skull.

"Watch yourself, Deku..."

~~~~~_~~~~~_~~~~~_~~~~~

The school day was slow and scary. Every corner Izuku turned, the fear of encountering his long time bully would nip at him. His words crawling beneath his skin. What he said to Katsuki...

And yet, and the last bell of the day speared the silence in the air, Izuku momentarily forgot his worries in way of packing his stuff. He wanted to get to the warehouse as quick as possible, so he could return Torako's bike.

Izuku scattered to get packed, but faltered at the surprisingly difficult task of fitting the law book into his bag. While he was stalled, a certain ash blond walked up to him. And Izuku was just too distracted to notice.

But he sure as hell noticed when a hand once again gripped his raw throat.

Izuku whimpered, a rough hand pressed and rubbing against his burn. He looked up at the familiar ash blond, a demonic grin on Katsuki's face. He could tell Izuku was frightened. He loved it.

Something odd burned at the back of Izuku's mind. He felt guilty. Guilty about what he said to Katsuki. Guilty about being so rude. Izuku was never a mean or rude person. It was always him to be optimistic and make sure everyone was okay. But Katsuki doesn't give two shits about how nice Izuku is right now.

"Ya know, what you said this morning was really intriguing. I can't help but to want to know more. What else do you think about me? What else are you hiding from everyone?"

The question was threatening. Less of a question and more of a challenge.

Izuku barely noticed he was lost in thoughts until his neck burned once again, harsher this time as Katsuki squeezed his hand around the poor green heads throat.

Izuku began clawing at the large hands engulfing his neck, tilting back as his feet frantically kicked. Katsuki loosened his grip, but he wasn't done. No fucking way.

Katsuki slipped his hands up Izuku's dress shirt, setting off an explosion and burning the skin. He quickly pulled back, pushing Izuku into a desk. (Don't write anything gay Caity, this ISNT a KatsuDeku!)

Izuku groaned out in pain, a yelp escaping him as he hit the floor. Katsuki crouched down, his hands smoking as his grabbed Izuku's collar threateningly.

"Now take my fucking advice here, Deku... why don't you just slit your wrist, and hope you bleed out, huh? You will always be Deku. You're a stupid, weak Deku! No use for you to be here anyway, you fucking shit nerd! And you better damn believe it when I say that everyone you may think cares about doesn't give two shits... fucking shit rag!" Katsuki noted a glare down into Izuku's skull as he stared at the floor boards.

Izuku looked down, tears in his eyes.

It hurts so bad...

"Why don't you just slit your wrist and hope you bleed out, huh?"
~~~~~_~~~~~_~~~~~_~~~~~

The VCU was very lively today. Training was intense, and yet, through all the sweat and suspiciously more painful sounding groans, Izuku wore a scarf the whole time. Never took it off.

"Yo kid, was with the scarf? It's probably a million degrees for you right now, and I'm sure that ain't helping."

Izuku laughed nervously, pretending to be calm through Alliko's comment. He was burning up right now. So, he risked it...

Izuku had been given a change of clothes when he arrived. A tank top and shorts he could spar in. Huh. Guess those clothing size questions were helpful. That survey thing was weird...

Izuku took off his scarf, trying to face away from the group, sighing in relief as cool air soothes his burn. Though even on his desperate attempts to face away from the group, of course Torako noticed.

"OH MY GOD MY BABY IS INJURED MOTA CALL AN AMBULANCE ALLIKO GET IZUKU A PLACE TO LAY DOWN LOOK AT MY POOR BABY-"

Alliko was quick to respond.

"SHUT UP TORAKO THE MOST WE NEED IS THE WAMBULANCE! What are you even freaking out abo...?"

...

"*sigh*...What happened kid?"

Izuku nervously put a hand over his back in an attempt to hide the pulsating burn. Meanwhile, Torako was still freaking out.

"THAT'S IT A BITCH IS GONNA DIE TODAY!!! MOTA GET THE KNIVES!!!"

"Tora, leave the knives out of this, for all we know this was an accident."

Kisha wasn't in the room, so it was a lot easier for Izuku to lie his way out of this one.

"Motashiro San is right, Tora. It was just a... friend of mine... he has a really explosive attitude! It was an accident, some kid got him rilled up and I just happened to be in the line of fire."

They seemed to calm down as Izuku laughed it off at the end, rubbing his neck, glad that they couldn't see the burn on his torso, and glad that his sparing gloves went to his elbows,

Covering the painful red throbbing that covered a very small- almost testing- spot on his wrists...

...Why don't you just slit your wrist...