Midoriya was tired, unresolved childhood trauma and stress from being a hero in training was getting to him. Being in the same class as one of the people who caused said trauma is even more difficult.

He was tired and ready to burst.

Midoriya stares down his own anxieties, his bitterness, and resentment and says Not Today.

I originally titled this piece Tired and then as I wrote more chapters I grew to like the title "Not Today" because Deku is done with everybody shit and he's not going to handle it, not today.

This started out as a bit of crack, with some angst and then slowly as I wrote it, I was like this is going to be a lot more angst & again, at first I was like, this is going to be really out of character but then as I wrote it turned less comedic and a lot more introspective and a bit more in character.

I mean, midoriya will probably still be a little out of character especially with his sassy moments but I want to keep some of the light comedic air I had originally aspired for here and there and hopefully, you'll see some of that but this is also angst to the extreme 3000 and I'm so sorry.

I love my cinnamon roll child but he's been through some shit and here we are.

During dorms, before their fateful fight. Regular classes for a while.

He was tired of always having to suck it in. He was tired of the awful words spewed in his direction. Of reaching a handout and getting spit in the face, he was tired of pent-up feelings and resentment from unresolved issues. He was tired and was ready to let go.

He was tired, that even now things were somewhat better he never got an apology for the shut he went through. He was tired of it all and was not going to deal with it.

He was a new Deku and wouldn't take his abuse he wouldn't recede from fights, he'd face them head on and let what may come, come.

~.~

Midoriya could say with complete and total certainty he was tired.

First the events of the training trip, the kidnapping and subsequent rescuing of Bakugou, it almost felt like too much just to go back to classes like normal.

Except things weren't normal, his body was still healing, the students had moved into dorms and All Might had retired.

Midoriya was tired.

The most frustrating, or not even the most frustrating thing, it was more the unresolved emotions and feelings between Bakugou and himself.

He had tried his best to be understanding to be polite and at least genial towards him, but to not even get a thank you for their efforts felt like a slap in the face. Of course, he didn't do it for the thanks, he never did it for the thanks. But it just brought up all the other feelings along with not being thanked.

Once again all his efforts of being friends or at least on tolerable terms were wasted, he was tired of being the one to extend the olive branch. He was tired of always having to just accept his abuse. He was tired of being looked down upon and just frankly not willing to put up with it anymore. He wasn't joking when he had told Bakugou almost so long ago that he would no longer be "Deku the punching bag"

~.~

"Not today Satan, not today"

Taking a seat in class, he took a moment to adjust, his joints and bones were healing nicely but he was dealing with a lot of aches, first night in dorms added to the achyness, as he wasn't able to go to sleep right away.

He leaned against his desk, wanting nothing more to go back to bed. The hum of chatter in the classroom was familiar and made things a bit more bearable.

The classroom hushed as Aizawa slammed the door open.

Midoriya reluctantly sat back up and prepared himself for whatever the day may bring him.

As Aizawa got to talking about the lesson and group project pairs up to show cooperative teamwork before they went back to training since they never did actually get to finish it either.

Midoriya frowned, at the news, the class as a whole had pretty decent teamwork, or so he thought, but it was true they tended to pair up in the same groups, so perhaps this particular activity would be to work with those they hadn't yet a chance to team with before.

Midoriya's suspicions were confirmed as Aizawa brought up that he would be assigning the pairs himself.

As he went down the list, a knot grew in Midoriya's stomach.

When his name was finally called, along with Bakugou's right after, his mind went blank.

Before Bakugou could even think about shouting out his complaints, Midoriya calmly but quickly swept his stuff together and got up to leave.

The class immediately went into utter silence, confused by Izuku's actions. Aizawa quickly broke first, in a stern voice, called out "Midoriya where do you think you're going in the middle of class?"

Without skipping a beat, he turned and smiled, something that raised the hairs on his classmate's necks. "Sensei, I'd rather flunk the assignment then work with Bakugou again." and promptly heel turned left the classroom and closed the door with a resounding snap.

For a few more moments the class was silent, they could hear Aizawa muttering to himself, "I don't get paid enough for this shit..."

Followed by Bakugou's explosion they were waiting for,

"WHO'D WANT TO WORK WITH YOU EITHER SHITSTAIN!?"

Midoriya could hear the expletives as he walked away but he didn't stop once, didn't look back and headed straight back to the dorms.

He knew he shouldn't have left his bed that morning...

"Not today..." he thought, "...not today..."

I haven't written and posted for a new fandom in forever, please be gentle ;v; I've also now got an ao3, so finally I can format how I like, for ease, I'll probably continue updates there first then here. thanks for reading!