didn't hate it for the same reason other kids hated school. He really enjoyed learning. In fact, he loved to learn so much that he took online classes when he wasn't busy with patrol or gathering information on a requested person or persons. No, the reason he hated it was because of the students and teachers.
It started out like any other normal day; don his restrictive and itchy middle school uniform, skip breakfast, try to tame his unruly hair, dodge some beer bottles thrown at him from behind by Inko as he headed out the door to school and blend into the crowd so as not to be noticed by others. But the universe hated him apparently so that idea went down the drain the second he stepped one foot into his godforsaken classroom.
" DEKU "
Bakugo Katsuki, one of his main tormentors and childhood whatever you wanna call them, growled as Izuku caught his eye. Izuku internally sighed at Bakugou's antics, hoping he could just get to his seat without any further altercations.
"What is it Katsuki?" Izuku repressed a sigh as he noticed Katsuki stand from his own seat near the window at the front of the classroom.
Katsuki stilled in his movements towards Izuku at the use of his given name. "THE FUCK IS WITH THAT 'KATSUKI' BULLSHIT? HAAHH DEKU?" Katsuki spat out his own name like it physically hurt to say.
"Your name Katsuki" Izuku looked at the blonde, "Or would you prefer I call you Bakugou?"
Katsuki stopped in his tracks, staring at the greenette incredulously. Viridian eyes continued to look into red eyes unwavering and, though Katuski would deny it to his last breath, just a bit unnerving.
Izuku watched as Katsuki opened and closed his mouth like a fish, trying to form a response but coming up with nothing. He let out a quiet sigh in response to the blonde's expression and walked to his seat in the back corner of the room next to the farthest window overlooking the koi pond on the ground. He observed the peacefully swimming white and orange-spotted fish; deciding to go to the store for some fish later today.
In his peripherals, Izuku noted as Katsuki sat down that his back was less slouched over than usual. Probably because you used his given name to his face. Izuku still thought it weird for Katsuki to act like that just because he used his given name.
Pulling out his notebook and pencil, Izuku began working on his next invention's blueprints.
Time passed on quickly like that and before he knew it, it was the last class of the day with his least favorite teacher. Izuku tuned out the teacher's nails on a chalkboard voice, and continued on with his blueprints. Or as close to blueprints as he can get with him writing in his notebook.
"-oriya also applied to UA as well isn't that right?"
Izuku snapped his head up and glared at his teacher from his seat. The class burst into laughs and giggles, throwing insults his way (very uncreative ones might he add) because the teacher decided to be a douche and not elaborate that he is going into the support course and not the hero course.
He scoffed under his breath, only loud enough for those right in front of him and next to him to hear.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT SHITTY NERD IS APPLYING FOR U.A. AS WELL?" Katsuki shouted from his seat in the front.
"Calm the fuck down Katsuki. What our dear teacher forgot to say is that I'm going into the support course, not the hero course, so don't get your panties in a bunch" Izuku retorted with a monotonous voice and a deadpan glare.
The class gasped and stared at him in silence at his choice of words and for the fact that the quirkless nerd wasn't cowering in fear from being yelled at by Bakugou Katsuki. This, however, was the only moment of peace Izuku got before Katsuki literally and figuratively exploded in his seat.
Izuku sighed, quickly packing up his belongings before Katsuki got the chance to explode his stuff again. Yeah no thanks, he learned better than to leave his stuff in the open where his bullies could steal and destroy it.
Once Katsuki reached Izuku's seat, said boy was already standing by the open windowsill with his bag slung over his shoulder. Izuku leaned back barely holding himself from falling out the window and did a mock two-finger salute in Katsuki and the teacher's direction. Leaning out all the way, the class watched as Izuku free-fell out of the window, did a flip to right himself, and then landed on the ground like it was nothing.
Izuku, once standing on the dirt and after checking himself over making sure he didn't have injuries other than the expected scrape or bruise, looked up at the window he just fell from. Seeing most of the class and the teacher looking out the aforementioned window gawking at him Izuku called out a quick "see you later losers!" and ran off towards the front gates.
That night Black Wolf jumped from one roof to the next, evading each attempt from the hero to capture him in his weird BDSM scarf. (Now Izuku knows that's not the actual use for the scarf and knows the hero chasing him is Eraserhead but Izuku can't help but be a little shit towards the man)
"Sorry, Eraser but I'm not interested in being tied up by an old man!" he yelled out behind him, not risking a glance.
He heard the hero grumble something behind him along the lines of 'Problem Child' and 'not the use for the goddamn weapon' but he didn't dare stop lest he actually gets caught. However, him being caught or not was not up to him but instead in the hands of the universe that hated him today because the moment he jumped across the alley to the next roof, the white fabric wrapped around his waist and pulled him back towards the eternally exhausted hero.
"Well look at that. The universe really doesn't like me tonight." the vigilante quipped.
"Problem Child-" the hero started only to be caught off guard by Black Wolf somehow managing to cut through his capture scarf and freeing himself.
"Now now Eraser, can't have little ol' me going and getting myself caught by a scraggly old man can I?" Black Wolf taunted.
The erasure hero just rolled his eyes in response, eying the knife in the vigilante's hand. The knife carelessly flipping and twirling around Black Wolf's fingers. How the vigilante managed to reach one of his many knives from one of his many tool belts on his body while wrapped securely in the hero's capture scarf, he'll never know, but Black Wolf will.
Black Wolf, taking his chance with the distracted hero, took off towards the edge of the roof. Spinning on his heel so he faced the hero he did a mock salute towards the hero with a smirk showing on his mask and fell over the edge.
Aizawa Shouta watched as the vigilante's mask smirked at him before he tipped himself over the edge. He cursed to himself running to the edge where the vigilante had been just moments before and watched as Black Wolf disappeared into the shadows of the alley.