so if i threw it all away — p, izuku

It'd honestly taken a while for Izuku to get used to survival, back then. He'd just been one confused little kitten after all, and for the first few weeks it'd all just been ... He's not sure, terror and confusion and all he'd wanted to do was go home or at least not be alone. He'd adjusted in time, of course, and now Izuku could say that he'd prefer his classmates didn't show up. Maybe it'd have been better if Izuku had been the only one. Izuku would rather be alone than see everyone knowing that they'd died. Like Izuku was -- a domino, maybe. He tipped over and everything else came crashing down with it. But that was kind of self-centered, wasn't it? Just a coincidence, maybe.
Izuku doesn't find the violent whims of others strange at this point, though -- it was a vicious cycle out there, really. You get attacked enough and you start considering everyone you meet a threat, and some responded to that with, well, violence. And then there were the people just doing it for fun. Or because you didn't deserve to be in the cycle or something. He still didn't get that one.
"... S'pose it is. It's --" in the past now, though. But it wasn't, really. Like that one person who showed up and injured his eyes. That was literally only like ... a month ago. And he had run into another person, once. God knows Izuku pissed off enough people that they decided to seek him out or something, even though he didn't really even do anything!! He barely even knows who any of them are!! "... Wasn't a great few months, but I got through!" Even though it ingrained some pretty bad habits into him and also left him like this. By 'this' he means traumatized and unsure of how to live his life anymore. Seriously, he's just sorta ... blindly stumbling around.

[abbr=8 months - tenderfoot of snowbound - maine coon cat]☀[/abbr] what was i worth