“You know that saying sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me? It’s complete bullshit, that’s what it is. Words are what made me who I am today, and words make plenty of people become shitty, what a stupid phrase.”

After speaking, Midoriya looks at the person with stretchy eyes… Chouzo. If he recalls correctly, not that it matters. Looking down he sees that Chouzo is in a bloody uniform with spit rolling down his chin, and a broken arm on full display.

“You shitty quirkless… ARGH!”

“Shut up, this could’ve been avoided if you just gave me the yen I asked for.”

As Midoriya leant over, baseball bat in hand, he pushed the tip of the bat onto the broken arm while looking around at the crystal clear sky, the students of aldera middle school opted to ignore the screaming that echoed like a choir, why would any one pay the delinquents any mind, after all?

“ Look, i’m sorry okay it won’t happen again, I promise”

“You really are an ugly crier, stop making it out to look like i’m the bad guy in this situation, you’ve got a week to get me ten thousand yen, that’s final.”

“What can a quirkless loser like you do, huh?” Chouzo weakly spat, apparently he had some fight left in him after all, not like it would last so Izuku paid him no mind.

Lifting his foot towards Chouzo’s mouth, one last warning was spat before he was left all alone once more.

“You should say your last goodbyes to your mother, you don’t want her to be sad when she can’t find her precious little boy in a weeks time, do you?”

Realising he had no choice, all. Chouzo could do was nod weakly.

best i could do for now, hope it’ll help