A/N: I do apologize for how this originally came out. Cross-postimg between here and AO3. I was just wanting to sleep once i fi shed the story. Sadly in my rush to publish i didn't notice the way it had come out. Sincerest apologies.

Izuku Midoriya was having one of those days. You know, those ones. The greenette had awoken to a sharp pain in his back and arm. His dorm room In heights alliance looked as though a tornado had gone through.

More than likely a tornado the boy had summoned in his sleep.

Ever since the USJ incident, the boy would sometimes have nightmares, vivid ones. In his sleep he would subconsciously charge up One for All in a desperate attempt to defend himself from the imagined dangers.

Judging by the position he'd woken up in, he had channeled the quirk through his arm and shot himself backwards, smashing his back into his wall. How he hadn't awoke then he didn't know.

So a broken arm he'd have to go talk to recovery girl about, potentially having a permanently damaged ligament. So much effort to avoid causing that kind of unnecessary strain in training and he goes and wastes it in his sleep because he's a scaredy cat? Kacchan was right, he was pathetic.

Kacchan.

Midoriya grimaced. The blonde had been extra hostile this week for some reason. He thought they were past this by now but guess he was wrong. To an outside observer it wouldn't be a massively noticeable difference. The blonde had called him a shitty nerd a lot recently. The worthless part had made a return in the past week. He was also more physical than he was previously. Shoving the green haired boy violently if he stood to close.

Midoriya sighed in his bed. Hopefully Bakugou would be less aggravated soon. He then saw the time on his clock which had somehow survived his reckless stunt. 8:30. Classes started at 8:40 'Crap. No point dwelling on it right now. I need to hurry and get ready before I'm late!'

He swung his feet off his bed and got up slowly, trying not to aggravate his arm. He stepped onto the ground and-

CRUNCH!

He hissed in pain, the pain was reminiscent of the time he stepped on a plug that had fallen out the wall prong side up. He looked down and paled. 'no no no nonono NO!'

The greenette had managed to step on, of all the things currently scattered on the floor, his rare, expensive knock-off All Might figurine, designed after his silver age costume. Normally with a knock off he wouldn't care but this was one of the only few of its kind. With A big M on the chest, weirdly blue shoes and a way too sharp nose it was an obvious fake, something only collectors were interested in and it was one of the oldest items of merch he had, going all the way back to a time when and Kacchan were both still quirkless.…and he'd caved the face in standing on it. He wanted to cry. He didn't. He would ask why the gods were so cruel but he knew why, it was one of those days.

By the final class of the day, history, Midoriya was weighing the benefits of jumping out the window and letting gravity take over.

The day had been nothing but one bad event after another. After he had destroyed his figurine he:

Opened the bathroom mirror into his own face.

Gotten his shirt stained with toothpaste and had no time to clean it.

In the three minutes he was In the common room he tried to grab breakfast quickly to eat on the go. He only wanted bread and yet had somehow managed to spill everything into everything else. The bread was out of date so he couldn't eat it anyways.

He had a thorough chewing out by recovery girl once Aizawa let him go see her. Fortunately she went easier on him than normal at least when she heard about how his day had gone.

He was naïve to think it could be over after that. History test was revealed to be today. Midoriya wasn't worried about failing, he just hated tests because, like Aizawa said about the entrance exam, 'its impractical.'

During lunch, Monoma 'accidentally' dropped piping hot soup over him. The boy had the nerve to laugh at him afterwards. "Dear me I do apologize" liar. "but perhaps you should thank me. After all, broccoli always needs something masking it with how disgusting it is." Apparently Todoroki, Sero , Uraraka and surprisingly Hatsume had started yelling at him. The boy hadn't noticed. He was to busy rushing to Recovery Girl for a second time, in case of burns.

Fortunately Recovery Girl was less annoyed this time, understanding there was no way for him to avoid the unprovoked attack. Unfortunately all she had left for him to switch into was a smaller uniform that was practically destroyed due to wear and tear.

And so, that's how he ended up in his history class, surrounded by all his professionally dressed classmates who would occasionally sneak glances at him and snigger because unlike their prim and proper looks, he more resembled a small hobo trying to blend in (and failing badly) The trousers were effectively shorts, his shirt had a tear in the back and the left short sleeve was torn off. Toothpaste staining his neck and his hair more frazzled than normal. It felt like he was being punished for something and he didn't know what.

Finally the test concluded. The sheets were collected in by Ashido, who tried her hardest not to laugh in his face, but she made it obvious anyways that she was amused.

Midoriya had decided by now, he just wanted to go back to his dorm room, lock the door so no one else could burst in to see him and sleep the rest of the day away. He was about to go but turns out fate had other plans.

"Fuck off shitty hair." Came the growl of none other than the blonde he was thinking about this morning. Kacchan's names for everyone weren't flattering but they were accepted mostly to be harmless nicknames so no one really called him out unless he talked to them directly. Still, something about the way he said it this time made Midoriya feel upset but not sad….angry? Why was he angry?

The greenette looked up and he saw him push Asui out his way without a second thought, she nearly fell over but Iida manages to catch her. He yelled at Bakugou but the blonde ignored him. Midoriya actually let out a low growl at that, not loud enough to be heard by most.

Finally the blond was right in front of him. Midoriya looked at the ground.

"Out of the way you worthless shitstain."

Midoriya didn't move, didn't even acknowledge him. That pissed the blonde off. He shoved the greenette much harder than he did the greenette stood his ground, shaking slightly.

"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY AND FUCK OFF, DEKU!"

The whole of class 1-A learned three things about Midoriya that day. 1. contrary to popular belief he did have a limit to how much shit he would put up with from Bakugou. 2, Midoriya must have ingrained some part of Bakugou into him for his sudden aura of rage to be so overwhelming. 3. Even in the most ridiculous outfits, when Midoriya was angry, he was terrifying.

"WHY DON'T YOU FUCK OFF KATSUKI!"

Gasps were heard. Had this been anyone else, they would have been on the receiving end of a Bakugou beat down, Midoriya was sure. But because he was the one who finally snapped so harshly, going as far as to you the blondes first name, he was stunned.

There was another reason, not that Midoriya knew it. Loads of students had called the greenette a sunshine child, a fallen angel because he was so pure. The blonde disagreed on principal but right now he could see how wrong they were….or maybe how right. In the boys eyes, finally 15+ years of pent up anger seemed to finally reach the surface and it was like seeing a black hole suck up a supernova. It was magnificent to behold in a way but also horrifying. After all the black hole was closest to him, he was within the powerful reach of a black hole, there was no other way to describe Midoriya's fury. Finally the blonde managed to reign in his shock enough to try again. He should have realized that was a mistake.

"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME YOU SHITTY LITTLE-"

"What? Are you going to call me a nerd again?!" The green haired boy scoffed. "GET SOME NEW FREAKIN MATERIAL AT THE FUCKING LEAST."

"Midoriya!" Iida tried to cut in but it was too late, the boy had figured out what he wanted to say. Most the rest of the class were all at the back wall, honestly afraid. Bakugou being destructive and angry was expected and could be prepared for but if Midoriya goes berserk, who knows what could happen.

"no Iida, this needs to be done and we're doing it now!" the blonde turned to try and walk away but the greenette grabbed his arm and held him in place. "OH NO YOU FUCKING DON'T."

"YOUR ISSUES NOT MY PROBLEM YOU BASTARD"

Midoriya roared with laughter at that. It was unsettling, it was more reminiscent of something they'd hear from Shigaraki than Midoriya.

"TOO FUCKING RIGHT IM NOT YOUR PROBLEM! WHEN MY QUIRK DIDN'T MANIFEST YOU TRIED TO DITCH ME THEN AND THERE BECAUSE YOUR TO MUCH OF AN ASSHOLE TO ACCEPT THAT NOT EVERYONE TURNS OUT THE SAME."

There was a thick tension in the air by now. It was no secret the two boys relationship was turbulent at the best of times but finding out why they became like that despite being friends before? It almost scared them what would be uncovered. Tears were flowing down Midoriya's cheeks at this point.

"THE ONLY TIMES IM YOUR PROBLEM IS WHEN I LOOK LIKE THINGS ARE GOING HALF DECENT FOR ME. URARAKA WAS THE FIRST FRIEND I MADE IN A DECADE, BECAUSE YOU NEVER LET PEOPLE BECOME FRIENDS WITH ME BEFORE THAT!"

'I was the first….in a decade?….Deku…..' Uraraka warned to hug him, though right she thought it would be a bad idea. The greenette then dropped a bombshell on everyone.

"AND CAUSE IM NOT YOUR PROBLEM, NOT SOMETHING YOU WANT TO DEAL WITH, THAT WHY YOU WERE SO HAPPY TO TELL ME TO KILL MYSELF!?"

The room went silent in horror at that last line. Bakugou had been shaken through the whole thing but that caught him off guard.

Midoriya's hands shot to his mouth in horror as he finally snapped back to reality, horrified. He looked at the blonde for a moment.

"Bakugou…is…is thst true?" Kirishima asked, hurt evident in his voice. The red-haired boy seemed to consider Bakugou his best friend so to find out something like that…

Instead of answering Bakugou turned tail and ran. Midoriya went to shout to him but stopped. Defeated he slumped back into his chair and cursed everything.

There was an unspoken rule between him and Bakugou. Never, ever mention that moment. Ever. Aizawa had become aware of it a while back and he hadn't been happy but he had ultimately decided Bakugou had improved and he could stay so long as continued to.

Midoriya decided he couldn't stay here and he ran off to his room. He needed to be alone. When he got back he cleaned up enough to not repeat the start of his day and he layed on his bed. Before long he started crying, eventually falling asleep with his tears.

His last thoughts before he drifted were that Bakugou deserved a lot of the start but at the end, Midoriya fucked up big time.