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Just as he predicted, things were different. All the smiles and kind words towards him felt like lies and mocking pity. Midoriya hated it. He hated his friends, (except for Kirishima, the stupid redhead, who didn’t try to give him any pity and had even offered to smack him in the face) and he hated his teachers, (except for all might) and he hated the villains, and he especially hated whoever hade spilled his secret to all the world. He was going to kill them. He was just, inches away from hunting the reporter down and breaking his nose.
Nightmares didn’t help his mood at all, they were filled with, not only people screaming at him to give up his dream, but had villains whispering dark things, even asking (ordering) him to join them. The only thing that made things better was Kota's thank you note.
It was safe to say that even though Izuku was a jerk to everyone, he had become a little bit better, or everyone was just used to him. He still yelled a lot, but not over little things. He would let Kirishima talk to him and force him to socialize with over people, to hang out with Mina, Denki, and Sero. Thank goodness for video games! By challenging Izuku, they now had a tournament every Saturday so he could beat everyone at them. It almost wasn’t fair how good he was. Mina would sulk when he beat her at Mario cart and Denki would whine and complain when Izuku smashed him in street fighters three, but despite this, they all agreed that he was much nicer than he made himself out to be.