⋆˙⟡ Detention. Aldrea!Izuku Midoriya x Delinquent!Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙
ᯓ✦ Warnings; swearing, mentions of su!cide
! NOTE ! : this is a part 2 of a fic I’ve written. If you’d like to read the first part, the link is both here and at the bottom of this post. Thanks for reading!
This was bad. Very very bad.
Izuku frantically paced the halls, his hands in his hair. How could he lose it? How did it manage to disappear? Izuku was sure he put it on his desk before he left for lunch, and now it was missing.
Izuku’s most prized possession (aside from his limited edition All Might action figure) was missing—
His hero analysis notebook for the future was gone.
Despite the title, the notebook held a good chunk of personal details and mini journal entries; his fears, hopes, his dreams and his insecurities…that book held so much value and so much blackmail that poor Izuku was sure he was going to have a heart attack.
As he walked through the halls, he heard laughter coming from an empty classroom. Familiar voices speaking and making jests. Izuku wasn’t originally going to say anything- or even bother to look, but his curiosity got the better of him.
Slowly approaching the doorway, Izuku tried to walk as quietly as possible, after all, he didn’t want any trouble, or anyone to think he was being creepy-….not that they didn’t already.
He peeped into the classroom and scanned the desks. There was a group of students all too familiar to Izuku, Bakugou and his lackeys. The group of boys were standing around in a circle, with Bakugou holding something and looking down at it.
Izuku’s heart plummeted into his stomach and his legs suddenly felt heavy.
Izuku thought as he slowly stepped into the classroom, gripping the fabric of his pants and pinching it to keep himself from trembling.
If there’s one place his notebook might be, it was definitely in the hands of the group of boys who took too much pleasure in humiliating and embarrassing Izuku.
One of the boys in the group noticed the sudden addition to the number in the room, and smirked, nudging Katsuki.
“Hey man, look, it’s the dweeb.” The boy said as he gestured to Izuku, who looked like he might faint if the A/C blew on him too hard.
Bakugou turned his head slightly, Izuku’s notebook in his hands and a cocky smirk pulling at his lips. “Hey there, nerd. Missing something?” It was cruel, the laughs coming from the other boys. Snickers that they couldn’t be bothered to suppress.
Izuku could only manage to choke out a “Y-..yeah.” His voice clearly demonstrating how small he felt, which really only added gas to the fire of laughter.
Katsuki looked down at the book before holding it up, revealing a drawing of the girl Izuku had seen the other day, the girl with the bandaid on her cheek bone. Izuku didn’t know what her name was, but he still thought about the interaction they’d shared the other day, even if it wasn’t all that important to the girl herself.
Seeing the drawing though, Izuku’s heart dropped into his stomach. “Drawing pictures of people? And the hearts on the page?” Bakugou questioned, tapping the page with the pretty drawing of your face on it. “Seems..stalker-ish.”
Katsuki’s grin only grew wider when he saw the desperation on Izuku’s face, the way his eyes were wide and held so much shame and embarrassment; it made Katsuki feel so high and mighty- so powerful.
“Th-that’s not…” Izuku tried to find his voice, but words escaped him. His ears burned with an embarrassed blush, his eyes stinging and threatening to let tears fall. He’d always been teased for being so observant and always being so keen on picking up small details, people didn’t take well to being analyzed.
His sorry excuse of a defense only made the boys laugh harder, even earning a couple chuckles from Bakugou.
“You know, if anyone found out they were the victim of you crushing on them? They’d probably kill themselves.” Bakugou said with a smirk, his tone cruel and borderline sadistic. The comment made Izuku feel sick, and the room didn’t seem to quiet.
Finally, Midoriya found his voice. “K-Kacchan..please can I just have my book back? Please?” His plea was soft and pathetic, even Izuku felt it was. He felt small, like a bug that the world overlooked and stepped on.
His plea, though small and seemingly insignificant seemed only to burn Katsuki’s nerves, making his smirk fall from his lips. His brows furrowed as he closed the book. Who was Izuku Midoriya to ask something from him, Katsuki Bakugou?
Katsuki’s jaw set as he looked down at the book. Izuku was a worm. Nothing but a pest. He held power over the pathetic, sorry excuse of a boy.
Bakugou clicked his tongue, before holding up the precious notebook. Something about Izuku just made Katsuki so incredibly angry. Seeing the small symbol of hope that maybe- just maybe one day Izuku could be a hero some day..? It made something hot and hateful bubble up inside of Katsuki. “What the hell is so important about this damn book, huh? It’s not like you actually have any chance of being a hero without a quirk. The most you’re good for is being a casualty in a villain attack.”
Those words hung heavy in the air, the laughter from his friends suddenly silent. The room was so quiet, that the laughter and chatter from the cafeteria down the hall could faintly be heard.
Izuku couldn’t believe what he’d heard. His ears were ringing from the silence in the room, and his eyes suddenly stung. He’d known Katsuki had changed a lot after he got his quirk and Izuku didn’t get one, but the words he just shot out were so cruel and demeaning.
The silence felt awkward, until one of the boys spoke up; “Cmon man, we’re wasting our time with him.” He said as he nudged Bakugou, who gave a gruff puff of air and threw the book onto the floor. “Whatever.” Was all he grumbled, not exactly looking remorseful for the overly harsh comment he’d just spat in Izuku’s face.
The group of boys gradually filed out of the room, Bakugou making sure to step on the notebook as he followed.
Once alone, Izuku quietly shuffled forward and grabbed the book, looking down at his precious notebook. He gently traced the black marker on the front, his fingertips shaking as he gently and tenderly caressed the smooth cover.
His eyes fell shut, and he had to bite his lip to prevent from letting out a whimper as a quiet, painful tear slipped down his freckled skin.
Izuku walked into the boys’ locker room, mentally preparing himself for gym. It wasn’t his favorite class, by a long shot. People always excluded him, or hung in their cliques, leaving Izuku to his own devices.
Whenever they had to pair of for exercises before class started, the class always made sure to look the other way, or to quickly find partners. Even the other lesser liked students were visibly annoyed or uncomfortable with being partners with Izuku.
He sighed as he heard the chatter of the other boys getting ready, deciding to just quietly change and leave the locker rooms before someone decided to spray him with water like last time, or make comments on his appearance.
As he walked into the room, he glanced at his locker, and then froze. The lock was off of it, and the door was slightly ajar.
Izuku quickened his pace and prayed to whatever god was watching that his things were still inside, however, his clothes were missing. Amazing. Wonderful.
A sigh slipped past his lips. What was he supposed to do? Izuku snuck a discreet glance over his shoulder to look at the boys in the room. Everyone looked busy with what they were doing. He couldn’t say anything and risk being messed with, because if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t feel like drawing unwanted attention.
But on the other hand, their gym teacher would likely give him a detention for not wearing his uniform, and they were a bit on the pricy side, so he knew he couldn’t just ask his mom for another and provide a shitty excuse.
Izuku closed his eyes and leaned forward, quietly closing his locker and resting his forehead on the metal. His day was just not going great. Not at all in fact.
As he walked with the boys, Izuku felt their gazes boring into him. He was still in the black school uniform, long sleeve and pants, while everyone else was wearing the white tee and the red shorts that went with the PE uniform. He knew someone in his class had stolen his uniform, and he knew he was gonna be called out for it.
Eventually they reached the gym, where the girls were already mingling and talking. The gym always smelled of rubber and sweat, and the air was stuffy. The chatter of students echoed in the room, and Izuku stood by himself, like usual.
It wasn’t horribly long before their gym teacher, Mr. Kusogaki walked into the gym. He was an older man, with sunken in, weary blue eyes and shaggy pink hair that was always tied up in a bun. There were rumors he was in the military, while others said he was a yakuza member, considering him the large tattoo he had on his left bicep. But regardless, Kusogaki was a stern man, and often called students out.
He trudged into the mass of students, crossing his arms and sighing, before sucking in a breath. “Line up! All of you!” And they did, each student sitting in their assigned spots,however, instead of beginning roll call, Kusogaki spoke again. “Today class C will be joining us. The school board has insisted we start involving students more in their physical education and teamwork skills or whatever. It’s a two week program, you’ll be partnered up with someone for the two weeks and present a demonstration of your quirks and skills of teamwork.”
He continued to speak, but Izuku’s mind was elsewhere, praying that he didn’t get singled out for his uniform. However, once he heard the gym doors open, he couldn’t help but look up with the rest of the students. His eyes sifted through different students, the girls and boys of class C. Then his eyes landed on a familiar face.
His heart dropped into his throat, and his eyes widened.
He saw the girl with the bandaid on her cheek; her brows were furrowed and her lips turned down into an unamused look. She looked scary but..really pretty. Another thing that caught Izuku’s eye, was the clothes she was wearing.
Izuku didn’t exactly blame the girls for being uncomfortable in the uniforms, the bottoms were basically bikini bottoms and the shirts were thin and white; but seeing that girl- dressed so confidently in the regular school uniform and not the gym uniform? It was…a little odd if Izuku was being honest.
Meanwhile, Kusogaki sighed at seeing you in the uniform. It wasn’t surprising, nor did it even bother him anymore. “Ms. L/n, breaking the dress code again?” He asked in that tired and scratchy voice.
You simply sheugged and crossed your arms, looking as unamused as he did. No way you were going to wear something as revealing as the uniform. “Yeah, yeah I get it, detention.” You said with a huff. You were always the only one breaking the rules thanks to your strict moral code, most of the girls thought it was dumb to earn detentions over something like that, but it really mattered to you.
Kusogaki trailed his gaze back to the seated students, each in their respective seats. His gaze, however, halted and weighed on Izuku. “And you, Mr. Midoriya, where is your gym uniform?” He asked, his eye brow raising ever so slightly. Usually, Izuku kept his head down and was respectful. The well behaved type.
Izuku’s stomach sank as his ears caught the faint snickers of a few boys sitting in the group, making his eyes drift down. He knew someone in that group, likely the boys laughing, had stolen it, but there was nothing he could do without making things worse for himself. “I…” Izuku’s words seemed to come out like molasses, should he maybe speak up..? Say something about the bullying and harassment he always faced?
He sucked in a breath, before continuing; “…I lost it.” A feeling of shame crawled up his gut and to his waterline, but he blinked back the tears, refusing to let himself cry in the middle of class (and cry for the third time that day.)
While the excuse sounded believable to anyone who didn’t give much of a glance to Izuku, Kusogaki wasn’t so convinced. He was a seasoned teacher and had 60 years of life under his belt. The tired man’s brow dipped a bit, his jaw shifting ever so slightly as he figured what to say to the meek excuse he was given. Eventually, a tired sigh slipped past his lips. “Detention after school. Bring it tomorrow, or buy a new one.”
Izuku’s heart suddenly picked up. He’d never been in detention before, and he didn’t want that on his track record if he was going to try and get into UA; especially since he was already…yeah…
Izuku’s emerald green irises dragged over to you, where you stood talking to a couple girls.
He was going to have detention with the pretty girl with the bandaid…
Maybe it wouldn’t be..so bad?
An: HII!! I’m so so so so sorry Ita taken me so long to get this out. Finals are coming up, and I’ve been SO busy with my social life and everything like that. Anyways, I’m thinking about making this into a series. It would give me a fun project to do and something to drive me to write more. Again, sorry for taking too long loves. Have an AMAZING day!!
