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Who is to say a dream cannot be a memory? That a dream is not memories of a life we’ve yet to experience? Who is to say what is real cannot also be from a dream?

Listen, now: this is what I dream…

On days when training hits harder than normal, the students enter the bargaining phase of the semester after midterms. Bargaining proves unsuccessful, as their teachers are iron-willed and refuse to bend to the squabbling of their students. The last phase is pleading, which usually proves as successful as the previous phase.

“Please, sensei!” Kaminari crows in the back row. Kirishima, in the row ahead, lets out a sympathetic sigh. “Can we just skip the lesson for today and watch a movie about one of the books we read --?”

“No, Kaminari-kun.” Cementoss replies, without peering up from his attendance sheet. “The cost of licensing the movie adaptation for Dragon Samurai: Knight of South Island would be too challenging to acquire in the next five minutes.” Kaminari lets out a groan of defeat that Izuku can hear, even two rows ahead. “We will proceed with the lesson as planned.”

Izuku sinks his chin into his palm, watching Uraraka’s eyes glaze over in the row beside him. Cementoss opens the lecture with a haiku about love. Izuku thinks it’s about love, but based on the dry and flat inflection of the haiku he wonders if he missed a line. Fitting, he thinks, that he wouldn’t understand anything on the subject. He’s not as confused as the week before. He’s a boy who likes girls. And guys. Sometimes. That’s fine! He’s already had a complicated identity to begin with, not like slapping another label on anything will change much…

Izuku frowns to himself; except it had. He felt weird changing in the boys locker rooms at the start of their first year, but he more or less grew adjusted to it by the end of the year. Before the whole ‘hey, so, here’s the thing: I’m having another identity crisis’ thing happened he felt even more comfortable knowing Kirishima was nearby and present in the same space.

It’s like taking a step backwards while blindfolded and spinning on a moving plate. He doesn’t know where he’s allowed to step without making a wrong move.

He knows, logically, that there are plenty of other guys in his class who likely experienced similar situations. He knows it would also, likely, be helpful to himself and reaffirming to talk to someone else and find comfort in their response. It would be for the best.

Or, actually, no, he decides. Best not. The idea of asking someone in his class makes him squirm with so many Incredibly Uncomfortable Feelings that he can’t even begin to imagine how that conversation would go. He doesn’t want to imagine it at all.

Jirou passes a note to Yaoyorozu in the row behind him. Yaoyorozu reads it and blushes. Jirou has her head turned down to retrieve her fallen pencil, and misses the absent exchange of Yaoyorozu’s flustered attempt to stuff the note into her textbook. Izuku watches her for a moment longer before turning his attention back to the illuminated board in the front. He should be paying more attention to his class instead of the awkward courting rituals of his classmates. Cementoss draws a perfect circle on the board and quizzes the front row about their reading and the parallels between the beginning and end of the novel.

Izuku is grateful he doesn’t sit in the front row. He did the reading (or at least, he’s pretty sure he did) but he can’t remember a word of what their homework assignment contained. Most of their readings are so dry and monotonous they all blend together. The class is not much of an improvement.

Sero dozes off in the seat beside him. Izuku wishes he could sleep in class as easily as a quick nod off. His eyelids burn, dry and sore, as he blinks slowly and fades out the rest of the lesson. One blink later, he realizes Cementoss moved onto assigning the homework for their weekend over break. Another blink and students are packing up around him. The other students scramble for the door even as Cementoss requests everyone remain seated. He waits for the room to return to order before he hands back their exam grades from the midterm. Izuku doesn’t remember when he took the midterm, but he knows he took it at some point. Two days ago? A week ago? Two weeks?

Cementoss passes him the exam turned over. Izuku turns over his graded test for Classic Southern Literature with a sad red 0% across the top and the words “Please see me after class” inscribed beside it. His heart stops for several beats. He failed the first exam of his life. The empty pit in his stomach churns. The pressure on his chest feels even worse than earlier. Turning the paper over, he stuffs it into his bag and hopes none of his classmates behind him saw his grade flash by.

Another blink, and his classmates are scrambling for the door with frantic energy. Among their chatter and laughter, Izuku shakes himself from his hesitation. He rises, follows them with mindless exhaustion and without a true sense of direction. Shoulders hunched, focusing on lifting one foot at a time as he escapes from the classroom.

“Midoriya-san,” Cementoss calls at the door. “Stay behind a moment, please.” His classmates continue weeding themselves out through the exit. Iida hesitates at the door, his arm hovering like he means to pat Izuku’s shoulder before he leaves. Iida must decide against it, or he becomes distracted by the sounds of Kaminari and Ashido racing down the hallway and leaves Izuku by himself. Izuku is grateful for that, in a way. He can prove to himself and everyone around him that he can handle his problems on his own.

Cementoss wears the same stony expression as ever, gesturing with one of his block-shaped arms for Izuku to take a seat in the front row. “Do you have anything you want to say first?”

Izuku stares at him. He doesn’t keep the stare for very long because it’s hard to hold a loser-blinks-first contest with a guy literally made of cement. He shakes his head.

Cementoss shifts and pulls out a stack of papers from a drawer in his desk. “I am only having this conversation with you because I know what kind of student you are.” Blinking, Izuku processes those words at half speed. His throat tightens, and his focus slips through the next sentence. “...and as your teacher I wanted to approach you. You seem to be struggling with the new unit and I would like to find a way to help you.”

Hands balled at his sides, he fights to keep his expression even. He envies his classmates -- especially the students who can mask their feelings so easily. It’s something he knows he will need to learn with time, but it feels frustrating and unfair to be seventeen years old and fighting back tears in front of your teacher.

“Midoriya-kun?” Cementoss addresses him again, after Izuku retreats into deeper silence. Although his stony expression changed little, Izuku senses concern in his voice. “Is everything alright, young man?”

Izuku’s throat tightens again. “I’m fine,” he squeezes out. “I’ll -- I’ll do better on the next exam! I promise!”

Cementoss frowns -- or Izuku thinks he frowns -- and gestures for Izuku’s bag. Izuku takes out his exam and hands it to him, and blinks back more tears as Cementoss adds a 1 and 0 before the sad 0% at the top of the page. He ducks his head with his eyes shut.

“You’ve never made mistakes like this before in my class,” Cementoss says. Izuku opens his eyes and lifts his chin again to look at his teacher. “Which is why I am giving you more leniency than some of your classmates. By all accounts, this exam has full marks. Your only mistake was not aligning your multiple choice responses to the correct numbers.” He taps Izuku’s exam at the top where his score sheet is attached, pointing to the misaligned numbers. “The written portion of the exam is still being graded, but from what I saw it appears your grade is solid there as well.”

Izuku scrubs at his eyes. Stupid, he thinks. It’s just an exam. An exam he apparently didn’t fail, either. Not that his brain cares -- the anxiety and relief mix as one indistinguishable soup in his brain.

“You are a good student, Midoriya-kun.” Cementoss says. “But this was definitely out of the ordinary for you, and I felt something was bothering you. I won’t press you for details, but if you can inform your other teachers -- Eraserhead, preferably -- to lighten your workload this week, I am sure we won’t need to have this conversation again. You are overworked, are you not?”

“Yes,” Izuku says, in a very small voice. Keep it together. “I think so.”

“And do you understand what needs to be done?” Cementoss looks over him again, searching for his reaction. “Can you promise me, as your teacher, to take a break and care for yourself?”

I can care for myself, Izuku thinks, a little petulantly. It’s only one exam! He’ll just have to study harder and be more vigilant with checking his answers. Maybe take a powernap before the next exam and pray he doesn’t fall asleep in the middle of it. He can do this! “Yes, sensei.”

Cementoss dismisses him, and he runs to the nearest bathroom to rub his eyes. Takes a long look at his miserable reflection in the mirror. The bell outside reminds him he has other classes to worry about, so he splashes a bit of water on his face to clear his head. No time to rest. Back to training.

Izuku tries to sneak off to his room for another nap, but Iida more or less drags him into the cafeteria and keeps him in his sights. Uraraka hounds him at lunch for details about their odd class exchange. “What was all that with Cementoss today?” she asks. “He looked all concerned when he called you back. Did you do something in class?”

“Besides fall asleep,” Asui adds. “Although you were not alone. Even you were doing some long blinks, Ochaco-chan.”

“I -- It’s long class. Way too long. That’s why it’s good for naps.” Uraraka defends. Asui lets out a laugh that’s more of a croak than a word. “I always doze off in that one, it’s just so boooooring!”

Aoyama leans in from the other table. He startles Uraraka, who almost dumps her lunch tray into his lap. “Literature is a doorway to the mirror of the soul, ma chérie. If you pay attention, you will learn much about yourself and your emotions.”

Uraraka makes a face, but she nods like she’s considering his point.

“I agree with Uraraka. That kind of reading is too dry.” Todoroki says. He makes eye contact with Izuku, and gestures over to Iida. “If you want, you can join our study group. Iida is really good at analyzing our readings.”

“Um,” Izuku says. “Thanks?”

“He speaks!” Uraraka chimes in. Izuku blinks at her. “You literally haven’t said a word all period. Are you still exhausted from midterms?”

“Yeah, probably.” Izuku says. “I’ve just been…” He waves his hand in a vague, general shape. “...Y’know.”

“Ugh, same.” Uraraka sighs. “So, back to Cementoss. Did he tell you something?”

He shifts in his seat and stirs the rice in his bowl. “It was about my exam. It’s okay now.”

Uraraka doesn’t appear convinced, but she drops the subject without another word. Todoroki asks him about their chemistry assignment and Izuku digs out his notebook to reference his notes to answer.

Iida offers him one of the extra orange juice cans he got with his meal. Izuku takes it and is grateful for the gesture of concern. He doesn’t have any strong feelings on orange juice, but his stomach does not feel as appreciative of the kind offer.

“What is that?” Todoroki interrupts his brooding about whether or not it would be impolite to slip the orange juice back into Iida’s bag or if the risk of drinking it with an upset stomach would be worth the uncomfortable social interaction necessary to do otherwise. Izuku is incredibly grateful for the interruption. So grateful, in fact, that he spins around and almost smashes his head into Todoroki’s nose.

“What’s what?” Izuku asks, whipping his head back around to avoid another near collision.

“Your handwriting,” Todoroki explains. “Is not always the easiest to read. I don’t know what any of these characters are supposed to mean.”

“That’s not true!” Uraraka cries, and tilts the notebook forward. “Er, nevermind. Midoriya-kun, you always have such nice handwriting. What happened?”

“Midoriya-chan was probably half asleep,” Asui answers. Izuku drops his head to the table and groans.

Iida leans over to view the scrawl for himself. “I believe this is about the small physics unit we covered. Do you remember the class where we talked about thermodynamics --”

“Yeah!” Uraraka bounces with excitement. “And Mina tried to convince Todoroki-kun to do one of the examples in the textbook but --”

“-- the teacher told us it was too dangerous for a classroom setting.” Iida finishes.

“Which is a load of nonsense!” Uraraka cries. “We do loads of dangerous things in classroom settings every day, come on!”

Todoroki shrugs. “I thought it would be interesting to see what happened.”

Uraraka laughs. Izuku feels the corners of his mouth stretch and marvels at the unique ability his friends have to bring a smile to his face no matter the circumstances.

“It was an interesting class even without the explosions.” Asui adds, after Uraraka lightens her laughter to a chuckle.

“Yes!” Iida says. He points at Izuku’s notebook. “It looks like you included some research of your own, Midoriya-kun!”

Izuku turns the notebook back around. “Oh! I guess I did.”

“What’s it about?” Uraraka nudges him and shifts the notebook closer to her side of the table. Her shoulder leans into his side, warm and comforting. “Ooh, big words. What’s that mean?”

Izuku forgets how words work for several moments. “Uh! Well, I -- I wanted to do some more research about what we learned in class...”

“The laws of thermodynamics!” Iida shuffles the notebook back around. “I don’t know a lot on the subject, but your notes are very detailed.”

“That’s ‘cause he’s a genius!” Uraraka says, elbowing Izuku in the side. Izuku’s face warms. “But we already knew that.”

“It really isn’t --” Uraraka interrupts him by shoving his notebook in his face.

“Look at all this work you did!” She pushes the pad into his nose. “It’s amazing! You’re amazing!”

Izuku is grateful that the notebook is covering his face because he’s pretty sure his blush will be too noticeable. Like he sat out in the sun for a long time and absorbed all of the heat into his skin.

“I mean --” Izuku tries to form a sentence to reply. Should he say thanks? Should he accept it in silence? “I mean -- not as amazing as physics!” Uraraka snorts, pulling back the notebook into her lap.

“Yeah, amazing like -- ah! You wrote a note here!”

Izuku blinks at her and the last bit of energy in his brain connects the dots to a memory of writing a note that was definitely not supposed to be read by anyone else.

“Aw, that’s cute Midoriya-kun!” Uraraka waves the slip and offers it to Todoroki. “Look, he took some more notes about your quirk. I’m sure you knew already, but he has a notebook about all of us in the class. This must be from his page about you!”

There’s actually four pages, Izuku thinks to himself, but that’s only because he had a lot of opinions about alternatives to make Todoroki’s dual-quirk usage more effective. And a few criticisms about the unoriginality of his costume, but that’s not important.

He reaches for the slip at the same time Todoroki takes it. “That isn’t quite how my quirk works,” Todoroki says, as he passes his eyes over Izuku’s shorthand. “But you have a lot of good ideas, Midoriya.”

“Y-Yeah! Well!” Izuku curls his fingers in his hair to keep the nervous energy (mostly) contained. “I study everyone’s quirk, b-but I thought it’d be something to try! Maybe!”

“I like that fancy word, too.” Uraraka adds. Iida makes an inquisitive noise, so she bends the notebook cover over to show him. Izuku recognizes his lazy writing trail off the page, but the large word in the center is circled and highlighted.

ENTROPY
[physics]
1. a thermodynamic quantity representing the unavailability of a system's thermal energy for conversion into mechanical work, often interpreted as the degree of disorder or randomness in the system.
2. lack of order or predictability; gradual decline into disorder.
Common Symbols: “S”
would be an amazing hero name for...

Uraraka bounces in her seat as she passes it over to Todoroki. “This one! That does sound like a cool name for a cool hero!” Her smile grows sharp. “But that’s what you suggested on here, didn’t you?”

“It -- It was just an idea!” Izuku drops his hands to his knees to keep them from bouncing under the table. “I -- I didn’t really think it would apply to --”

“Technically…” Iida cuts in. “The name should be enthalpy, then, should it not? Entropy may be related to the second law of thermodynamics, but Todoroki-kun’s power is more similar to --”

“No,” Todoroki leans forward. He folds the slip in half and offers it back to Izuku. “Entropy. I like that.” Izuku takes back the slip and tucks it in his jacket. He hopes he remembers to put it back in the right journal. It would be bad if he put it through the wash with the rest of his clothes. Todoroki’s expression is still fairly neutral, but there’s an excitement in his expression that Izuku tries to return with a small grin.

Todoroki smiles back. Izuku ignores the weird flip-flop in his stomach at the unexpected show of emotion from him. Todoroki’s smiles are somewhat of an urban legend in their class. They are rare and striking events. It’s a shame, Izuku thinks, because he has a rather nice smile.

Wait--

“It would be a very memorable name!” Iida agrees, having abandoned his opinion at Todoroki’s clear support. He lifts his arm and slaps his other hand on the table. Izuku startles so badly he launches himself from one end of the bench to the other. He plays it off by dragging his plate to the end with him and taking a very non committal heap of rice. Uraraka pumps her fist with agreement. Iida does not notice his reaction, continuing with enthusiasm, “And very marketable, which is also very important!”

“Y-Yeah!” Izuku agrees, hoping his smooth recovery is smooth enough to convince the others at the table.

Uraraka beams. “I like the sound of it. It really does sound like a hero name!”

“It’s better than Shouto,” Asui comments. “Although I’m sure you had a meaning for choosing that name too. I think it’s important to choose a name that means a lot to you.” Todoroki acknowledges her comment with a nod and returns to his meal.

Everyone at their table ignores the food fight that breaks out at the table across from them. Kaminari trips while avoiding a plate of stew to the face and sends it over his head, where it becomes a fixture on the ceiling above them. Lunch Rush only gets involved after some of the Class B kids throw food in retaliation. The Gen Ed and Support classes get involved after one of the first years launch soup at their row. As the fight escalates, more students join -- as do several of their teachers -- and their lunch period is declared finished.

Izuku is sure the students who contributed were forced to clean the entire cafeteria after their classes, but he doesn’t learn their fate until the morning after. After his class he heads back to his dorm and passes out for a short anxiety-induced nap that turns into a long 16-hour nap. He only wakes when Iida comes up to his room in the morning.

“Were you asleep that entire time?” Iida asks him. He doesn’t sound like he’s accusing Izuku of anything, but Izuku shrinks all the same. Iida woke him (almost breaking his door in the process) around 20 minutes before homeroom.

“No!” Izuku defends. “I did things. Like homework. And I showered.” He rubs his eyes and wonders when this cycle of exhaustion will break: either his body will give out or this weird phase of unfulfilling sleep will end. He hopes it’s the latter for the sake of his grades.

Iida nods, deciding not to investigate the issue further. “Well, I suggest you start getting dressed. It is raining, so if you hurry you can walk with me and share my umbrella!”

“Thanks, Iida-kun.” Izuku forces a smile but it is easy when it’s for someone like Iida. He can convince himself it’s almost entirely genuine.

Iida returns the smile, sweeping his hair back with a wave of his hand. For a moment, Izuku stares at him a beat longer than he considers platonically acceptable, panics, and pushes Iida out of his room. Iida doesn’t seem offended by the reaction. Iida probably assumes he’s using the time to change into his uniform. Instead, Izuku paces across his carpet and reviews the most recent hero statistics for the rookie class released earlier in the year. Optimo is a new hero in the spotlight for their interesting quirk and design. Dragonflame is another candidate for rookie hero of the year. He mutters their names under his breath and waits for his brain to get with the program.

He can do this. He can pull it together. He’s got this under control!

Iida gives him a five minute warning and a knock, which he ignores and blinks stupidly at his uniform arranged on his bed. Iida calls out, “Midoriya-kun!” and knocks with more force than before. Izuku scrambles for his sweater and slides out.

He’s supposed to be avoiding Iida until he forgets all the Weird Thoughts he’s having, but Iida is, in fairness, making it incredibly difficult. Iida is a good friend, but it’s making him more stressed trying to save face and keep up with the normal beats of student life.

He doesn’t wait for Iida’s appraisal. As they jog down the stairs Iida says, “Your tie is crooked again!”

Izuku stops at the bottom. He fumbles to fix the tie as he passes the mirror and nearly passes out when Iida spins him around and fixes it himself.

“There!” Iida says. He rolls over his wrist to look at his watch and curses at the time. “Now we really must be going, we are going to be late!” The drizzle outside doesn’t deter them, and Iida forsakes the umbrella to increase their speed.

A little delayed, Izuku follows behind Iida’s walk-jog to their homeroom. Iida makes it to the classroom a minute ahead of him but he is waiting at the door for Izuku’s entrance. Izuku pushes down the warm feeling in his chest, scurries for his desk at the bell, and mentally prepares himself (as best as he can) for training to resume.

All Might pops up behind him at lunch and asks if he has a moment to talk before his period ends. Izuku jumps (at least) a foot in the air when All Might’s large hand claps him on the shoulder and startles him from his mindless daze.

“My boy,” All Might chuckles. “I didn’t mean to give you such a fright! Must have a lot on your mind, yes?” Izuku opens his mouth and closes it a few times as he fails to come up with an answer. “Well, I’m sure you can give your teacher a few minutes to ah, talk about some important --”

“Uh,” Izuku interrupts, and sputters out a quick “NosorryIhavetostudy!” and bolts for the bathroom. In a flash of immediate mortification he realizes All Might will wait outside until he leaves the bathroom.

He looks to the window.

All Might is a wildcard when it comes to picking up on Izuku’s anxiety -- fluctuating between oblivious inattention to hyper focused sensitivity on his mood. The last thing he needs is an awkward ‘How are you doing, my boy?’ and then Izuku will start crying and that’s a whole set of problems he doesn’t want to deal with either.

All Might will check on him tomorrow, but he will have a plan by then. Hopefully.

The drop isn’t too bad. He closes the bathroom window behind him and hugs the wall of the building until he reaches the quad. He sprints for the dorm building and heaves a sigh of relief once he’s got the door to his back.

Running away won’t help, but that’s another problem to deal with later.

YEAR 2 CLASS CHAT

(40 MEMBERS)

- YESTERDAY -

A Nuisance
Tfw you copy somebody’s homework
and like an idiot put their name
Instead of your own
at the top of your paper
pay respects for me please
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13:05

Yknow, like, hands?
F
13:09

yes i’m a lesbian, yes i’m goth. we exist
f
13:12

honey i shrunk our class
F
13:13

Hey check this out *enters mitosis*
F
13:13

gay and red
f
13:13

The Superior Goth
F
13:14

fuck school! fuck all the bullshit!
f
13:18

tape expert
F
13:20

GHOST? GHOST? GHOST!?
who started that food fight
14:44

fuck school! fuck all the bullshit!
Y do U ask…………..
14:47

GHOST? GHOST? GHOST!?
it was epic keep it up you funky little heroes
14:47

A Nuisance
Hell Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fuck yuuei lunch policy.
We should have a food fight every lunch
14:50

Lord Captain Queen
Now hold on there…
14:51

frog
please, do not
14:55

Yknow, like, hands? changed their username to Food Fight Champion

Food Fight Champion
I agree. Food fights are awesome!!
i am the best at food fights
so
I think we should make it part of the new sports festival rounds
14:56

Beautiful Baking Man
Seconded!
14:57

Hey check this out *enters mitosis*
Prediction for Yuuei sports festival of 20-X11: class 2a+b starts an enormous food fight, tossing food at the bystanders and tv screens as a way to reject and rebel against a system that profits off of teenagers brutally beating the absolute hell out of each other for public entertainment while allowing large corporations and sponsors to run advertisements and promote this culture and ensure the hero lifestyle remains entangled in pop culture and contributing to the cycle of violence acted out for entertainment in the media
Huh? What? :o)
14:59

A Nuisance
Huh? What? :o)
15:01

fuck school! fuck all the bullshit!
Huh? What? :o)
15:01

Food Fight Champion
Huh? What? :o)
15:01

yes i’m a lesbian, yes i’m goth. we exist
Huh? What? :o)
15:02

honey i shrunk our class
Huh? What? :o)
15:02

gay and steel
Huh? What? :o)
15:02

gay and red
Huh? What? :o)
15:02

GHOST? GHOST? GHOST!?
Huh? What? :o)
15:03

FUSION!!!
aw, cmon guys...yuuei would never do that
:o)
15:06

gravity can’t hold me down
lol
:o)
:o))
15:07

Mr. Pretty Boy, Sir
I agree with the sentiment here but what is that face supposed to represent, exactly
??
15:07

yes i’m a lesbian, yes i’m goth. we exist
its a clown nose bc our school is run by clowns
15:10

Vine (not the app)
and the head of this clown school is a circus rat.
15:11

Mr. Pretty Boy, Sir
Fair enough
15:13

honey i shrunk our class
Exactly
15:13

Spin It Bop It Twist It Drop It
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15:14

A Nuisance
anyone:
literally anyone:
shiozaki: fuck yueei
15:19

FUSION!!!
everyone in this chat: fuck yuuei (bass boosted)
15:20

Vine (not the app)
it’s solidarity
15:22

(jazz hands)
Maybe the class a and b friendship
is the anti establishment solidarity we made along the way
15:23

(right behind you)
Akjhkjaskjljfksjaklsjdld;
15:24

Lord Captain Queen
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15:25

fuck school! fuck all the bullshit!
[Image attached: handshake.jpeg]

15:25

Lord Captain Queen
And the internship program…
15:29

Food Fight Champion
Yeah
15:31

It’s Mushroom Time!
Hey ey!!! Speaking of internships!!!
Anybody know if there’s anything opening up soon???
??????????!!!!
15:33

The Superior Goth
I wish.
It’s like we’ve been running in a desert looking for water
and everytime we find a lake
it’s just another rejection letter saying all their spaces are filled
15:35

PONI!!!
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15:37

Mr. Sick Haircut Dude, Sir
If you need help finding internships let me know!
I know of a few international ones as well.
There are plenty still open if you know where to look!!
I only wish Yuuei would provide more resources
and help students find internships
Instead of asking them to figure it out on their own…
15:42

honey i shrunk our class
class A president is the most valid member of class A
no further discussion
15:44

A Nuisance
Understandable have a great day
15:47

- TODAY -

A Nuisance
anyway did we ever get an answer about why our principle is a rat?
03:44

yes i’m a lesbian, yes i’m goth. we exist
no
03:49

A Nuisance
Whatever, yuuei……keep your secrets...
03:51

Izuku doesn’t know what wakes him, but a sound from outside his door drags him ungratefully from rest. Izuku stretches, pausing and listening at the sound again. His ears ring in the silence, anxiously searching for the source of the noise. He slows his breathing, holding his breath with his heartbeat in his ears competing for attention.

Down the hall, he hears the soft landing of footsteps. Too heavy to be his mother’s. Izuku shakes himself awake and listens to the sound of their rhythm. One, up, down, two, up, down, one, up, down, two, up, down, one, up, down…

It’s not quite a pattern. There is deliberate pause between each step, but not enough of a pause for him to discern an order behind them.

Pulling back the covers, Izuku draws himself upright. His vision blurs like water running down a window. He lets out his breath and takes in his bedroom at his mother’s apartment. He isn’t in the dorms. No window, different poster arrangement, water stains -- he knows his childhood bedroom. A dream, Izuku thinks. He must be dreaming, still asleep in his bed at the UA dorms. Only a dream.

Izuku looks around his bedroom for some sign or clue as to what the purpose of this dream is. Like most dreams, the fluidity of movements is odd and disorientating. One moment in bed, horizontal, and the next he is upright. The footsteps fade away as he draws closer to the door. The light creeping under his door glows, alternating between bright and dim shades that align with the tempo of the heartbeat in his ears.

The pull in his chest grows tighter as he reaches for the handle. He opens it. He looks out into the hallway. The footsteps start again, at the end of the hallway where the lights don’t reach. They are slow, but then faster and running and coming closer and closing in on him. A shadow crosses over his own, larger and more intimidating than his own. The light two feet ahead of him sparks and goes out. The light above his head flickers as though it too will fail him.

The shadow moves, crosses over his own, and Izuku turns the other way and runs for the other end of the hall.

The lights behind him flicker, and Izuku turns behind him to look for his pursuer. He trips, falls and lands on his hands, and scrambles to his feet. He stands again, but he is not longer in the hallway. Instead, he stands in the training field near the changing rooms. He watches Iida tear up the track, while Uraraka waves him over. The lighting in his dream is duller, like the colors are washed out and bleeding into one another. He squints at Uraraka trying to clear his blurry vision. The details of her face come together slowly, her short hair bobbing at the curve of her cheeks. Her blush is watery and wrong, along with the other details of her eyes and mouth movement, as if pulled together by an old near-forgotten memory.

Her arm touches his shoulder, voice gentle and concerned. “Deku-kun, are you alright? You look a little pale, maybe you should --” She freezes, and through his dulled vision he can make out flickering spots of sunlight growing and vanishing. A scream in the background, masked by the buzzing and yelling from the other students training on the other side of the training room.

“Hey, what’s that?” Ashido asks, pointing at the shadow across their heads. Izuku follows her direction and finds himself face to face with the wall of his dorm.

His breaths are heavy as he inhales, awake, knuckles white against his sheets. Sweat cool on his forehead, sticking to his back and sides. He pulls himself up from his bed and presses his fists into his eyelids until his vision goes spotty and white.

Dressing is more of a chore than usual. He pulls on his shirt and looks at himself in the mirror, frowning. He pulls on his jacket, frowning again. He pulls on his gym sweater over everything, even though he doesn’t really need it under all the layers and his jacket. The brisk air outside is appropriate for an extra layer, but the classrooms are warmer than a sauna. He regrets it by first period, pulling at the cuff of his collar as he sweats through his shirt.

“You look awful,” Uraraka tells him at the first given opportunity during their lunch break. Izuku picks at his soup with his spoon, his head rested on one arm against the table. “Are you getting sick? Do you have something?”

“No,” Izuku says. He drops his hand. Shaking his head, he offers the rest of his bowl to Iida. “Bad dreams. It’s nothing.”

He feels Iida’s intent gaze on his back as he leaves. At the door he glances back, retreating under Uraraka and Asui’s stare. Todoroki walks into him at the door and frowns at him. Izuku wonders if he wants to say something, but Izuku keeps walking before Todoroki has the chance. He doesn’t need his friends worried about him any more than they already are. Uraraka and Iida are more -- attentive than usual. He doesn’t need Todoroki to start poking around either.

Not that he doesn’t appreciate the attention! His friends have a lot of attention to give. Especially Iida, but he doesn’t trust his ability to hide his blush. A blush that proves more and more troublesome when Iida is in his vicinity. Ever since he discovered his ‘teeny, itty bitty, not at all significant wait, actually, fuck it’s way larger than I thought’ crush his entire being is hyper aware of everything. It sucks. It was easier when he only had a crush on one person and far more control over his reactions.

Other things that suck in no particular order: Iida is a more physically affectionate than usual, perhaps sensing Izuku’s rising emotional distress over every little inconvenience. Iida caught him crying in the bathroom because he forgot one of his homework sheets in his room, which was great for comfort but not great for his heightened sensitivity.

Iida is also too observant and requested Izuku take naps more often, but that unfortunately means Izuku takes naps in odd places and then Iida carries Izuku back to Iida’s room and lets him rest there. Also very nice of Iida! More examples of Iida’s incredible thoughtfulness and good nature!

But the last time he woke up in Iida’s room he found Iida’s hand in his hair and Izuku’s brain malfunctioned to such an extreme degree that he forgot all proper words and customs and said “That feels nice” like an absolute fool. He nearly concussed himself at the speed he slammed his head into the floor to escape his own embarrassment. Iida appeared more concerned at Izuku’s present physical injury than he was bothered by Izuku Social Etiquette Fail. He’s not the most oblivious person on the plant, but he seems generally oblivious to the reason Izuku’s great range of awkwardness stems from being around the same person in question.

Which is another perfect example as to why he can’t talk to Iida about this. Or Uraraka, which leaves him with only a few other options. He suffers the same symptoms around her as often as the ones he experiences around Iida. There’s other people he could talk to, he knows, but the thought of trying to explain this entire complicated situation makes his head spin.

That’s it, he decides. No discussing the unending cycle of brain meltdowns with anyone! No discussing his weird dreams, either. The dreams are definitely stress-induced and formed by his rampant anxiety over this identity crisis. Nothing weird about them! Nope! Not at all.

I can handle this on my own, Izuku reminds himself. Weird dreams are nothing new, he’s had weird dreams. Nothing to be worried about.

“My boy!” All Might calls out. Izuku walks faster, but All Might rounds the corner and cuts off his escape. “We really must have a very quick chat before your training this afternoon!”

“Uh,” Izuku says, stalling for time so he can create another fantastic and brilliant escape strategy. “Right now?”

“Yes!” All Might says, and pulls him into the office next to the teacher’s lounge. “Now, I had a discussion with your other teachers and I was concerned because of your lack of, ah, participation in class.”

“Class participation,” Izuku repeats, hollowed. “Right.”

“But that is not all!” All Might explains. “You are very subdued, in general, I believe. As your very concerned mentor I can only worry that there is something you aren’t telling me. Or your teachers.”

“Well,” Izuku begins, and chokes up before he can finish the thought.

“My boy,” All Might offers him one of the chairs and takes the other chair beside it. “This is more about your grades. I am worried about you. If something is troubling you, I would hope you know that I will listen and help if I can!” He gestures at his emaciated frame with a vague wave. “Well, as much as I can.”

I can handle this on my own. Izuku shakes his head. “Thanks, All Might. I think I’m just a little tired. That’s all.”

All Might does not look like he believes that for a second. Izuku hops off the chair and heads for the door, ignoring All Might’s protest behind him. “Please be careful during training today, at least!”

Be careful, Izuku thinks. Right.

Training in the afternoon comes with little instruction besides a “don’t overexert yourselves” warning from Aizawa. He doesn’t elaborate as to why, but Izuku assumes they will be facing off with another school for a collaborative training lesson in the coming week. Or their teachers will throw some new excessive program at them and tell them to jump in without asking questions; as that is the direction hero training often goes in at UA.

He fumbles through changing and waits until the other boys leave the locker room before he finishes putting on his hero costume. The other members of his class are already on the field, some are training in pairs, and a few are tackling the AI obstacle course the administration installed last semester to add to their training.

Izuku doesn’t jump right into training. He waits at the edge of the field and stretches, pushing down the churning in his stomach. Skipping lunch wasn’t the best decision he made today, but he can make it through one training session.

Aizawa paces on the other edge of the field, snapping out critiques and ordering students to pair up. Izuku wonders if he’s on edge -- he is awfully snappish for a training session. He didn’t look too happy in homeroom either, but with Aizawa it is hard to tell if his attitude is exhaustion related or regular irritation.

Yaoyorozu races past him on the track. Iida chases her, boosting his speed and passes her without effort. Yaoyorozu lets out a laugh, followed by Uraraka and Jirou shouting ‘Class Pres Cheats In Races!’ from the other side. Izuku watches Yaoyorozu slow to a stop by the two girls, laughing and adding to the good-sportsmanship ribbing as Iida waves and laughs on his third lap.

Even from across the track, he sees Jirou’s blush as she offers Yaoyorozu her water. Uraraka, too, seems a shade pinker than her usual color. Yaoyorozu appears like she either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care that both girls have her attention, choosing to follow Hagakure into the obstacle course. Ah, Izuku thinks, in a moment of wordless recognition, and turns away to finish stretching against the wall.

He turns back around at the sharp splitting sound of Ashido’s laughter, followed by Bakugou’s enraged shouts from the obstacle course.

“C’mon, bro!” Kirishima shouts, his cry swallowed up by laughter. “You and I make a dyna-mite team! Right, Dynamite?”

Bakugou barks out a rude reply, but Izuku is too far away to make it out the words.

“Yeah, Bakugou!” Ashido adds. “Don’t you like your new nickname? It’s so cute!” He doesn’t have to get any closer to hear Bakugou hurl curses at her. She laughs and takes Sero’s offered hand to swing across the moving landscape.

“Be careful!” Sero yells. “I think he’s gonna blow!” Ashido cackles and tackles Bakugou on their second pass, lifting him from the waist while he laugh-shouts with surprise. She drops him on the third pass, releasing herself into a drop roll and high fiving Sero at the bottom of the field. Training continues on.

Izuku knows he has to actually start training before he wastes the period watching his classmates. He finishes his stretches and stands. It must be his exhaustion, or the lack of lunch, but his vision blurs a little when he rises. One hand braced on the wall, he steadies himself before heading for the track. He picks the lane on the inner circle, avoiding Iida on the outer ring. A slow jog will warm him up and get him ready for more intensive training. Start slow, he reminds himself. Iida continues to lap him as he winces and begins his miserable pace.

Around his fourth lap he feels a stitch in his side that burns no matter how he pushes forward. By the next lap he accepts defeat and drags himself to the bench inside the grass in the middle. The sun above him beats through the glass, as intense as the sun outside their air-conditioned training room. He shouldn’t be sweating this much after so little effort. He pulls at his shirt and frowns at his trembling hand.

Izuku pushes himself off the bench and catches himself in an unexpected sway. His name is called behind him and he turns to the source without giving much thought behind it.

Uraraka repeats his name, a little more concerned. He doesn’t know when she walked over to him, but the expression on her face indicates more than a few minutes passed without his acknowledgement. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Izuku blinks at her. His vision grows spottier, dimmer at the edges, and déjà vu washes over him. The lighting on her face, the direction he faces on the track, the bob of Uraraka’s head as she tilts her head and leans in -- it’s too familiar. He remembers this, but it’s not a memory he remembers experiencing for himself.

“Deku-kun, are you all right?” She asks. Her expression is the same, the lighting is the same, he remembers this. The sunlight above his head flickers, and the shadow behind Uraraka dims. “You look a little pale, maybe you should --”

A scream across the training room. This time there is no mistaking the sound.

Izuku’s stomach recoils. He breathes out of his nose and tries not to throw up.

A dark shadow passes over their heads. Ashido calls out, her hand lifted to follow the shadow, “Hey, what’s that?” and the training room goes dark. Their arena is swallowed by an enormous shadow that stretches across the shape of the glass ceiling. Uraraka takes his hand, cool and firm in his own, and pulls him out of the track. At the head, Aizawa and All Might lead the retreating students, Aizawa shouting instructions for their dismissal and All Might trailing behind him waving his suit jacket over his head.

“Follow All Might out of the building!” Aizawa orders. “Do not come back inside! The other teachers will be arriving soon --”

The glass ceiling over their heads cracks, shatters, and spills out over the floor. Iida is at his side, pushing him out the door with the other students and counting their classmates off as he passes each student.

Izuku leans into Uraraka’s support the further they run. His vision isn’t supposed to be this dark, but that could be related to the giant shadow over the building.

“All students are accounted for, sir!” Iida informs All Might. Izuku watches the other staff and teachers swarm into the entrance to support Aizawa inside.

“This is crazy,” Uraraka says. “Is this -- is this another attack? What should -- what should we do?”

“Do not worry!” All Might reassures her. “We are going back to the dorms, where you will be safe. I will remain with you inside, and the other teachers will have this handled shortly.”

Izuku doesn’t know if he says anything after that, and realizes the darkness in his vision has nothing to do with the shadow. He blinks, watches the grass under his feet vanish, and wakes up in his bed in his dorm with no idea as to how he got there.

Passing out in the middle of a villain attack is a problem he will need to address soon. Another problem: what he should do about the realization that one of his dreams apparently predicted the events of the following day and what the fuck he really is losing his mind!

Calming down from that thought takes a solid ten minutes. He winds down by scribbling notes into his journal and scratching them out.

- Hallucinations

- Exhaustion

- Sabotage from a villain????

- ????????????????????????????

- DREAMS??????????

- Extreme reaction to intensive training

- Quirk side effects?????

- Compromised by intense exhaustion. Probably

The journal isn’t helping. There are no answers in it to be of any use to him right now.

He trips on his way out of his room and (very literally) runs into Kirishima. Kirishima doesn’t appear too worried, which means everything is probably fine. Probably.

“Dude, you okay?” Kirishima asks. “You totally passed out back on the field. I mean, I was totally scared too. That was crazy!”

“The what -- what?” His voice cracks at the end, which only adds to the embarrassment of literally fainting in front of his entire class and his teacher. Awesome.

“The villain!” Kirishima says, like that explains everything. “The teachers took care of everything, but I was scared too, man. Nobody had any idea what was going on, and you went down, and then All Might freaked out. Recovery Girl checked you out and said you were okay. We were all super worried about you!” He beams. “But glad to see you’re up -- you look way better now!”

Izuku falters. “I’m -- I’m fine. Is -- Is everyone else okay?”

“Yeah, of course!” Kirishima slings an arm over his shoulder and guides him downstairs. “We had family dinner ‘cus we were all a little shaken up, but I’m sure there’s plenty left for you! Then we’re gonna have a sleepover in the commons. I don’t think anyone wants to sleep in their rooms alone tonight.”

“Uh,” Izuku stalls there and slips out of his arm. “That’s -- that’s nice. Thanks, but I -- I think -- I’m -- I’m gonna head back to bed.”

Kirishima raises his eyebrows until they vanish under his unstyled hair. Izuku realizes how incredibly stupid that sounds since he just woke up from an impromptu nap and speedwalks back to his room before Kirishima offers again.

He dreams of the hallway, footsteps that never quite reach his door, and a shadow at the end so deep and dark he can’t make any distinction of how far it stretches or where it ends. Something about the presence of it makes his entire body recoil. Not out of fear, he reasons. There is something inside it, something he can feel, and it terrifies him in a way that he hasn’t felt before.

There is sadness, too, Izuku thinks. A deep ache of sadness that pulls at his chest while he gazes at it from his doorway. He doesn’t step any closer to it, and the shadow does not come closer. A mutual stand-off that ends with Izuku waking in a cold sweat and bone-deep exhaustion.

This time he wakes with a pull in his chest -- sadness so full and real that he wonders what about this hopeless dream could leave such an impression.

“Ah, you look so forlorn today, my friend.” Aoyama greets him in the bathroom. Izuku blinks tiredly at him and takes the toothpaste Aoyama offers him. “Are your dreams still troubling you?”

Izuku swivels around and checks to make sure Aoyama isn’t talking to anyone else behind him. “Huh?”

“I can hear you, sometimes,” Aoyama says. He tilts his head to the side and muses, “You are very restless at night.”

“Sorry,” Izuku replies. If he’s keeping Aoyama awake as well during his sleepless nights, he needs to make sure he doesn’t disturb his neighbors. There are other people in the dorm besides himself who also require a full night's rest without being disturbed.

“Do not be sorry!” Aoyama exclaims, flourishing one hand over his chest like the very act gives him pain. “I only wish you have more wholesome sleep! Ah! You look so tired, you must be very worried about something?”

Izuku sighs. “Yeah, something like that.”

Aoyama opens his arms and wraps him up in a hug. Izuku didn’t think he grew that much from the past year, but Aoyama’s chin barely passes over his shoulder.

“I hope you feel better very soon.” Aoyama releases him and bows out to head for class. “Now, do hurry, or you will be late!”

He somehow dozes off midway through brushing his teeth. He startles awake, still standing with a slight sway in front of the sink, and runs back to his room to change. Even though he is fifteen minutes late to homeroom, Aizawa barely acknowledges his entry besides a grunt. Their unexpected visitor from yesterday might be part of Aizawa’s minimal reply.

“I heard Eraserhead knew about the security breach,” Hagakure confides to Uraraka in the row beside him. “It’s why he was all grumpy yesterday.”

“Really?” Shiozaki frowns. “And he didn’t bother to warn the students?”

“Yuuei has its own agenda to worry about. He probably wasn’t allowed to.” Kaminari says. “They don’t tell us shit about shit.”

Shiozaki nods. “That is a fair way of putting it, yes.”

Aizawa cracks one eye open and the gossiping ends without further commentary. Izuku braces his head on his arm and prays the lunch period arrives soon so he can squeeze in another nap before training.

2A CLASS GROUP CHAT

(20 MEMBERS)

- YESTERDAY -

A Nuisance
yuuei: this is a safe school
also yuuei: we had a security breach but didn’t tell any of the students or give any warning
nothing like adding more nightmare fuel
lmao. whatever.
23:49

- TODAY -

gay and red
change of subject
positive hours now
while we are here can we talk about class presidents new sick haircut
0:02

frog
it looks good
00:06

Beautiful Baking Man
Hell yeah!!!!! Sick haircut dude!!!
00:09

A Nuisance
I KNOW RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
iida has increased his power x1000
handsome,,,,he is too strong
00:12

gay and red
anybody:
mina: can i spare a moment of your time to tell you about our class president
00:15

A Nuisance
iida: “lesbians are important and incredibly powerful!”
me:
[Image attached: LOVED.jpeg]

00:18

gay and red
i mean his old haircut was great but. This undercut is off the charts.
dare i say…..gay rights
00:20

Mr. Pretty Boy, Sir
You may.
00:23

gay and red
FUCK YEAH
GAY RIGHTS!!!!!!!!
00:26

Mr. Pretty Boy, Sir
And, although I know most of us are in the commons room for our class sleepover, I wish a good night to the rest of you!
I am very tired and I am sure most of you are as well
00:31

Lord Captain Queen
Good night! <3
00:31

gay and red
what would we be without our class reps
00:31

gay and red changed Mr. Pretty Boy, Sir’s nickname to Mr. Sick Haircut Dude, Sir

(right behind you)
I should get an undercut
00:37

Vine (not the app)
You could but i don’t think anyone would see it
00:40

(right behind you)
Oh right…
00:40

Sir Kangaroo
[Image attached: sadpensive.png]

00:42

gay and red
[Image attached: sadpensive.png]

00:43

A Nuisance
do it anyway.
You will know what your hair looks like,
and this haircut is for YOU not for ANYBODY else to appreciate
00:47

(right behind you)
Yes..
00:48

gravity can’t hold me down
i wish i could get an undercut :(
00:50

yes i’m a lesbian, yes i’m goth. we exist
i got one and its great
get one!!
00:52

gravity can’t hold me down
dont want to spend money for one tho :/
00:53

yes i’m a lesbian, yes i’m goth. we exist
money? for a haircut? in this economy?
u dont have to ive got a pair of clippers
do it urself!
00:54

gravity can’t hold me down
Not sure i trust myself with that
00:54

yes i’m a lesbian, yes i’m goth. we exist
then ask shouji he’s epic at haircuts
00:55

gravity can’t hold me down
Oh!!! ill keep that in mind...ty
:D
00:59

tape expert
ARUTERGWEFJGD
have any of you seen
This video
https://vid.928094.ilty
it is sending me
02:07

Sir Kangaroo
Shoujikun is a meme now
02:08

(jazz hands but slower)
I am?
How?
02:12

yes i’m a lesbian, yes i’m goth. we exist
that’s the video of shouji texting on four different phones at once
and setting off all our text alerts at the same time while everyone is losing it in the bckgd
it went viral on kirishimas twitter acct epic
02:15

gay and red
its wild
My twitter notifs killed my phone earlier ;-;
02:15

yes i’m a lesbian, yes i’m goth. we exist
twitter gay icon and influencer rredriot breaks the internet
02:16

gay and red
please NEVer call me an influencer again
02:16

yes i’m a lesbian, yes i’m goth. we exist
being a hero is second to ur true purpose.
the social media calling has arrived for u
02:16

gay and red
i hate it
02:19

sparkle
Do not worry The true title of influencer will go to me of course~
02:20

gay and red
i support your influencer dreams aoyama
02:21

tape expert
aoyama you are the best
love u man
02:25

sparkle
(´ ▽｀).。ｏ♡
02:26

yes i’m a lesbian, yes i’m goth. we exist
ha gay
02:28

tape expert
yeah and?
02:28

Vine (not the app)
Yuuei introduces new program: influencers in training
The training includes sitting around in a dark room within a few feet of
each other and texting in a large group chat even though we could all
actually talk to each other
02:30

tape expert
AJFSJFJWsfjkalfsqlefwke32theglj;leasgj;alsgdf
02:31

yes i’m a lesbian, yes i’m goth. we exist
why does shiozaki always say the funniest shit ever
youd never know shes a comedian but when she opens her mouth
and spits out hilarious shit with no warning
02:48

Sir Kangaroo
Yea
02:53

Mr. Sick Haircut Dude, Sir
Has anyone seen my umbrella???/
08:08

A Nuisance
No
also, fuck this chat
i hate everything in it
I woke up to this and i hate it
08:27

Beautiful Baking Man
[Image attached: fear.jpeg]

What have I walked into ??
08:29

Kouda time!!!
:|
08:30

(right behind you)
Shouji-kun is the new star of 2A!!!!!!
08:30

tape expert
shouji wins the sports festival of 20-X11 thru the popularity of his viral video
08:30

fuck school! fuck all the bullshit!
EHAJFSDJASFDFJSFKDFKsdjahfkajsfd
hes the new social media star of our generation
08:31

gay and red
at least he has us!
we can restrain his ego from growing too large
and keep him humble
08:38

(jazz hands but slower)
Thank you my peers
08:39

yes i’m a lesbian, yes i’m goth. we exist
yes bc shouji is the most likely in this class to grow a big ego
08:40

fuck school! fuck all the bullshit!
exaclty.
Im glad we are all on the same page
08:40

Sir Kangaroo
[Image attached: whatishappening.png]

08:44

tape expert
dont question it man
08:45

frog
[Image attached: frogssss.jpeg]

08:52

yes i’m a lesbian, yes i’m goth. we exist changed their username to lesbian goth remix

lesbian goth remix
everybody’s rebranding these days
im joining in
11:03

fuck school! fuck all the bullshit!
I agree
Its rebrand time
11:04

fuck school! fuck all the bullshit! changed their username to ELECTRO

ELECTRO
Hell yea
11:06

lesbian goth remix
mine is better B)
11:07

ELECTRO
B(
11:07

Sir Kangaroo
I’m attatched to mine but you two have fun
11:07

gay and red
>:0!
11:11

gay and red changed their username to let’s RIOT!!!

let’s RIOT!!!
my bro rebranded
im only following the crowd
>:V
11:14

(right behind you) changed their username to PRISM

PRISM
!!!!!!! :D
11:19

tape expert changed their username to that guy with tape arms

that guy with tape arms
so this is what we’re all changing our pro names too, right
i think its a good move marketing and branding wise
11:24

ELECTRO
Kajshfsfjhwrwkrejfkiru3o2i4erglfkd
yea lets do it
11:24

A Nuisance changed their username to Toxic Nuisance

Toxic Nuisance
Ill do it
Although alien queen lives in my heart forever
:pensive:
11:25

let’s RIOT!!!
mine too
:pensive:
11:26

Toxic Nuisance
:pensive:
11:29

Mr. Sick Haircut Dude, Sir
I am very wet and unhappy!!
Someone took my umbrella
Running in rain at high speeds does not keep you dry!!!
11:53

Toxic Nuisance
>:(
Ill hunt them down
and execute brutal and justified punishment on the traitor
12:00

Mr. Sick Haircut Dude, Sir
No!
Actually, my shoes are ruined. Due justice as required by law.
12:01

that guy with tape arms
i put money on somebody from 2b
12:06

Beautiful Baking Man
I doubt it
They are smart and wouldnt steal from iida
12:09

lesbian goth remix
who would dare take the sacred umbrella…
12:10

ELECTRO
clearly a heartless person
someone who wants our class rep to be wet and vulnerable to the cold!
12:10

lesbian goth remix
it was you wasnt it
12:10

ELECTRO
how DARE you
i would NEVER :/
12:10

sparkle
Quite a mystery……
12:19

Vine (not the app)
how do you lose an umbrella of that size
12:23

(jazz hands but slower)
Far easier than you would think apparently
12:36

Lord Captain Queen
We will be sure to keep a look out for it!!
Don’t worry I am sure it is somewhere in the dorms
12:40

Toxic Nuisance
yea we are heroes in training!
Search and rescue: umbrella mission is a GO
12:46

let’s RIOT!!!
i call first floor
12:49

PRISM
Liar. u and bakugou are cuddling on the couch and u arent gonna move 8(
12:49

Mr. Sick Haircut Dude, Sir
@everyone Please I really would like my umbrella back
13:04

i dont have a lawyer
iida you left your umbrella in my room
14:18

Mr. Sick Haircut Dude, Sir
Well.
That solves that mystery.
14:26

ELECTRO
Aoqu3rwegsjkgsj;qlkefhgh;blkjweg;
14:28

Lord Captain Queen
Wow
14:33

One, two, up, down, one, two, up, down, one…

He rises from his bed. This dream follows him no matter how many times he tries to avoid it. Passes his gaze over the posters of his childhood. All Might’s never fading smile at his back, he opens the door and enters the hallway.

The footsteps come to a halt. Izuku looks down the dark end of the hallway and walks to the edge of the light.

He squints. There is a figure inside the shadow. While their back is turned, he can see the vague outline of their back and broad shoulders. Something about their stance, so solid and unmoving, sparks a familiar memory.

Izuku calls out, hopeful, “All Might?”

“No,” the figure turns their head to the side. From their profile, Izuku recognizes the face does not belong to All Might either. “I’m sorry, kid. I’m not him.” The voice is not All Might, but it sounds like a voice he’s heard before. An older voice, but a voice he is sure he knows as well as his own.

The figure turns around and Izuku steps into the shadow. Inside the shadow, he looks into a mirror. Not an actual mirror -- but the face of the man before him is his own. More lined, bearing years of age that Izuku himself lacked, but unmistakably his own face.

“Oh,” he says, voice colored by surprise. Or perhaps Izuku is the one who speaks, but the voice is voice is older, deeper than his own. “This is new. But I remember you. I remember.” There is something in his voice other than surprise. If Izuku were to guess, he would say it was almost disappointment. (Not directed at Izuku, hopefully.) Like the man was expecting someone else.

The intensity of his own eyes burn back into him. “This shouldn’t be possible, but...” He taps his collarbone. At the same time, Izuku feels the pressure -- something presses into his own collarbone, tapping it gently like the rhythm of a drum. He didn’t think it was possible to get a headache in a dream, but Izuku discovers new things everyday. “...such is the nature of our world. Anything is possible.”

Izuku opens his mouth to speak, but the man cuts before him. “And you…” His face is lined by more than age. It is lined by the weight of something else. “...you remember this. Because I remember this. I forgot, but now I remember…”

“Who are you?” Izuku demands.

The man responds with a sad smile, a wink, and then he’s gone.

He wakes, tears fresh on his cheeks. Sadness, he wonders. He remains in bed for a few lingering moments and wonders what would make his older face carry such a powerful, aching expression of loss.

Izuku slips into class twenty minutes late that morning. The circles under his eyes are deep enough that nobody bothers him until lunch period, and even Aizawa’s quiet grumble of “tardy again, Midoriya?” is left unsaid that day. He must really look like shit if Aizawa’s giving him a break.

Or, at least he hoped Aizawa was giving him a break. That comfort lasts until the end of homeroom and Aizawa stops him at the door. Izuku was slow to rise from his chair and his classmates are out of the door and halfway to class before he gets anywhere close to leaving.

“Sit down, kid. We need to have a little chat. I’ll tell Mic you’re gonna be a few minutes late, so relax.” Aizawa has the ‘neutrally displeased’ expression of concern that most of his classmates call the Contractual Parent Face.

“Uh,” Izuku says.

Aizawa gives him a major stink eye, so Izuku shrinks and prepares for his lecture.

“There is something going on,” Aizawa says slowly. “Your other teachers and I are aware that your behavior is...not like usual. Do you remember what happened the other day?”

Hesitating, Izuku nods.

“I know your other teachers have tried to talk to you about it, but I think you should see Recovery Girl this afternoon. It can be during class. Or you can skip training and go see her. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sensei.” Izuku bows and dismisses himself.

Izuku doesn’t know if he falls asleep in any of his classes. He isn’t sure how he makes it through the day at all. A glance at his notebook reveals that he barely wrote a word, which means he will need to ask Iida for notes again. He skips training, but on his way to the infirmary he changes his mind and heads back to his room to nap. He doesn’t succeed in actually falling asleep, but he writes more notes about the inexplicable dream dilemma in his journal.

He wishes he knew why he was having them at all. It had to be more than stress and anxiety. If only he could remember what he dreamt about -- besides a general uneasiness and a vague, abstract pull he could sense in his chest. Maybe he missed something. Maybe he should be looking for something else...

The major crash comes after dinner. He falls asleep on the couch in the lounge, and dreams of the man from the hallway. There is no hallway, but the man stands at the edge of a large field of tall grass and waits.

“Where are you?” the man’s voice breaks as he calls out into the night. “Where did you go?”

He looks up, and for a moment Izuku wonders if the man sees him, but his expression doesn’t show any sign of recognition. It is strange to see his own face wear such incredible pain and grief. It should probably scare him to know he will live through this scene someday, but he only feels sad. The grey hair indicates he has a long time before any of these events occur.

Assuming any of this dream is real.

Izuku pushes down the small voice that asks is this my future? Is my future destined to be filled with the heartbreak of my predecessors?

“Do you see me?” Izuku asks, ignoring the array of other burning questions in his chest. “Are you real?”

As he feared, his voice doesn’t carry across the field. He doubts the man would hear him even if it did. “I’ll find you! I’ll bring you back, I -- I just need something! I know you’re out there --!”

Izuku turns away and finds himself standing outside a tall apartment building. He doesn’t recognize the city, but he knows it is nearby. The advertisements are still in the language he reads, but they are distorted and impossible to make out. The words slide into one another too fast for his mind to process.

This time, the man is not as obvious to spot. Izuku almost misses him against the dark light, but he spots dark hair popping over the bush by the door and moves closer to inspect it. He finds him, asleep, leaning against the wall of the entrance. The hero costume is a darker green than he recognizes on his own, but the original design is close enough that he instinctively knows belongs to himself.

The man sleeps. Izuku steps closer. The dark circles under his eyes rival the ones Izuku is wearing. He doesn’t appear to notice Izuku at all, but he stirs at a noise at the door. Izuku hears the door open and close, followed by soft footsteps.

The man ducks under the wall so as to avoid attention from the intruder. Izuku ducks with him, unsure what to make of the surroundings. Is he invisible? Is he even really here? Is any of this real at all?

He rises from behind the wall and the scenery changes again. At the end of an alley, deep in the heart of a sleeping city, he cautiously approaches the sound of voices.

“-- and I’m sure you understand why I don’t believe a word of what you just said.” He knows the first voice as the man that Izuku recognizes is the man he is destined to become.

“You should.” Izuku turns his head at the corner and surveys the odd scene before him. A hero and a man in a long dark coat stand at opposite ends of the intersection. The hero is the man from before, but the other man in the dark coat is new.

A deep scowl from his older self. “Believe you --! No, I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“Because that’s not possible! And I don’t trust strangers I meet in dark alleys. I’ll pass, thanks.”

The man in the dark coat is silent as the hero walks off into the night. Izuku considers following him, but the man in the dark coat calls out -- “Be careful, hero.”

One hand raises and he lifts his hood as he prepares to leave. Izuku watches his features slide into view under the lamplight and sees his face --

The face is --

A face that can’t --

How could that face be --

“...in a dream? ”
“If this is a...”

“...come in or not?”
"No, I’m afraid...”

“...start breaking the rules.”
“Breaking...?”

“Midoriya-kun!” Iida’s voice pierces through the other waves of sound. The flashes of sound and light caught in a stuttering loop in his brain stops and Izuku dry heaves at his sudden reintroduction to the real world. Someone passes a bin under him and he loses what little remains of dinner were left in his stomach.

After he finishes feeling sick, he leans back on the couch and closes his eyes. He hears the voices of his classmates in the background, but he doesn’t have enough energy to focus on their words or whether the conversation is directed at him. He doesn’t know how much more time passes before their voices fade away and he opens his eyes.

Uraraka is on the floor beside the couch, Iida resting beside her. Izuku knows by their slow breathing they are asleep. Based on their positions, they’ve been asleep for a while. He lifts his head from the couch and looks out at the common room. The dark shape beside Uraraka is the top of Asui’s dark hair. Todoroki is asleep on the other couch, squeezed into the cushion next to Ashido and Kaminari. Across the floor in front of Todoroki’s couch, Kirishima and Aoyama are back to back and snoring soundly. The other unrecognizable forms he assumes to be other classmates stretch across the common room, pillows and blankets scattered from one end of the room to the other.

His eyes burn, even as he tries to scrub the feeling away with the palm of his hand. Sneaking out of the common room is no easy task; the other students arranged themselves in an odd maze-like pattern across the floor and over the furniture. Inside his room he breathes deeply and opens his phone.

It isn’t until he has his mother’s contact that he realizes the time. Surely, she won’t answer a call past two in the morning? His finger hesitates, but that hesitation proves fatal as it slips and calls her number before he closes the window.

The phone rings three times before his mother answers. “Izuku?” Her voice moves up the register of ‘barely awake’ to ‘wide awake and concerned’ in the time it takes to say his name and ask why he called. “It’s so late, honey. Why are you up this late, you should be asleep--?”

“Mom, I --” Izuku says, and his voice cracks so badly he wishes he didn’t open his mouth at all.

Her voice moves from ‘concerned’ to ‘instinctive parental panic’ and that doesn’t help his recovery from his first emotional stumble. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Did something happen? Oh--!”

Izuku flounders for several beats. His mother fills the conversation with more panicked questions. He finds the strength to stammer out, “It’s -- It’s -- It’s nothing. It’s fine! I’m fine, mom. I’m sorry for waking you.”

“Please don’t lie to me,” she begs. “Something is wrong. Izuku, tell me what’s going on --”

“How do you know that?” Izuku deflects. He takes a step forward and comforts himself with a steady pace across his carpet as he talks. “Nothing’s wrong, I just -- needed to talk to you. I’m okay.”

He can hear her heavy inhale on the other side of the phone. “I can tell because your voice sounds different when you’re upset. I am your mother. I know when my son is upset.”

It is impossible to choke down his tears. He feels them run down his cheeks, silent, and releases a shaky breath. “Can I go home tomorrow?” His voice is barely above a whisper.

She releases a grateful sob. “Of course, of course. I’ll call in the morning and get you. Is that okay? I’ll get you first thing in the morning, and I’ll make katsudon and you can stay as long as you want.”

“Okay.” Izuku wipes his eyes. “Okay. Thanks, mom.”

His mother hangs up with a teary goodbye. Izuku takes a deep breath, tucks his phone away, and digs out his notebook by his desk. He reopens his page on self care and checks off the last box.

It is a miracle he doesn’t wake any of his classmates on his reapproach to the couch. Uraraka and Iida shifted from their position on the couch, with Uraraka’s head on Iida’s knees and Iida’s neck bent at an uncomfortable angle. Izuku pulls one of the smaller cushions from the couch and props it under Iida’s neck and tucks a blanket over the two of them. He crawls back into his original position and waits for morning.

Iida wakes first, but finds himself trapped under Uraraka’s weight and refuses to move her. He remains trapped there while Iida and Izuku argue over informing their teachers about his ‘sudden illness’ which Izuku strongly protests.

“I was so worried,” Iida tells him a fierce whisper. “We were all worried something was very wrong! But before you passed out you insisted not to tell the teachers, and I should’ve informed Recovery Girl at the very least --!”

Izuku responds with urgent whispering in like. “-- I appreciate it but I was fine, I’m going home to see my mom today and I promise everything is fine --!”

“-- ‘everything is fine’ that is not true because nothing about this is fine because you were sick and passed out, Midoriya-kun please be reasonable about --!”

“Why are you both whispering so loud?” Uraraka groans. Izuku and Iida make eye contact and shut their mouths in unison.

His mom texts him before any of the other students are awake. Izuku grabs his bag from his room with a few overnight essentials and starts for the door.

Iida refuses to let him walk alone to the entrance, and Uraraka refused to let go of his arm. “Please don’t make this a big deal,” he whines.

“Don’t make a big deal!” Uraraka’s voice raises at the end. Her grip tightens around his arm. “Do you know how terrifying that was? Everyone’s been on edge since -- you need to be taking care of yourself!”

“It is good you’re going to see your mother,” Iida intervenes. He clears his throat. “I hope she can talk some sense into you, at least.”

Izuku sighs. Uraraka releases his arm. “We’re your friends.” Uraraka tells him, before he walks through the gate. “We’re here to support you no matter what, you know.”

“Even though we may not always agree with how you’re --” Iida cuts himself off with a cough. “-- Well. Please message me when you have a chance so we know you arrived safely.”

“Thanks.” Uraraka tackles him for a surprise hug and Izuku grabs Iida’s arm to keep himself from tipping backwards. After she releases him, Iida pats his shoulder and nods to himself.

“We’ll see you tomorrow?” Uraraka asks.

“Yeah,” Izuku says. “See you tomorrow.”

His mother is outside the gate. Her hug is tighter than Uraraka’s, but she does not release him for a long time. She holds his hand on the train, rubbing small circles into his skin and murmuring soothing words into his hair like she would when he was small.

He barely makes it two steps into his house when the tears start and they don’t stop for a long time. He doesn’t cry alone; his mother holds him and cries with him.

“Can you tell me what’s going on?” she asks.

He tells her. She holds him, cries, and laughs.

“Is that all this was about?” Rubbing her eyes, she uses her other hand to wipe his tears. “Honey, if you like boys I hope you know I --”

Izuku leans into her shoulder and mumbles, “I know, I know, I know --”

“-- I love my son so much!” Sometimes, he feels like his chest could burst with a grateful ache at how much he loves his mother. “But there has to be more than that, right?” She rubs the dark circles under his eyes with her thumb. “I knew there was something wrong. Have you been sleeping at all?”

“Mom, it’s really not a big deal --”

Shaking her head, she puts her hands over his shoulders. “I will always listen to you.”

“No,” he answers. “Not really.”

She nods. “I can tell. What’s the matter?”

“It’s --” He can’t lie to his mother. “-- it’s the dreams I’ve been having. I sleep all the time, but I still wake up so tired like -- like I didn’t sleep at all.”

She holds him and says, “Thank you for telling me.” Her voice and warmth are familiar, so comforting and loving, and he falls asleep and doesn’t dream at all.

He wakes to the smell of katsudon and his mother’s quiet singing. She packs him leftover katsudon and rides the train back to UA with him and never lets go of his hand.

Outside the gate she tells him she wants him to talk to someone. “If the school doesn’t have anyone, I can find a doctor. But no more hiding, okay?”

“Okay, mom.”

“And be careful --”

“-- Yeah, mom.”

“-- and be sure you’re eating enough -- alright, alright.” She laughs and squeezes him in another tight hug. “I’m glad you came to visit.”

Izuku smiles. “I’m glad too.”

She waits for him to pass the gate and waves at him. Aizawa is waiting for him at the gate and walks with him back to his dorm.

“Iida has your classwork for the day,” Aizawa starts. “If you have any questions, be sure you to ask one of your teachers.”

Izuku nods. Aizawa stops at the stairs outside his dorm, gives him a long look, and turns around. “You have training with your entire class in the morning. Make sure you get a lot of rest.”

He blinks at the directness of the order. “O-Oh. Okay. Thank you.”

Aizawa nods, satisfied, and heads for the main building. Izuku returns to his room and passes Iida in the common room. It isn't too late in the evening, but the commons is empty of the usual crowd of students.

“How was your visit with your mother?” Iida asks him, before Izuku can thank him for the class notes and extra copies of their assignments.

“Uh -- it was good!” He frowns. “Where is everyone?”

“The class earned approval to visit the movies,” Iida explains. “However, I elected to stay behind and wait for you to return.”

Izuku’s face warms. “Um -- Thank you. You didn’t have to!”

“Of course!” Iida refuses, like the thought of doing otherwise personally offends him. “There will be other movies. Did you have dinner?”

“Yeah, and my mom brought leftovers for everyone.” Iida offers to put away the leftover katsudon, and Izuku is too tired to argue. Iida bids him goodnight, and Izuku heads to bed.

He dreams of the hallway, a man with sad eyes, and a garden by the sea.

“Are you real?” Izuku asks the man.

The man furrows his brow, like he isn’t sure how to answer the question. “This is a dream.” Izuku startles at the sound of his voice. “I guess, it all depends whether you believe a dream is real.” He looks at Izuku and Izuku wonders if he’s actually looking at Izuku or looking through him. “Are you real?”

What kind of question is that, Izuku wonders. He wakes before he has a chance to ask anymore questions.

Morning training is delayed for an hour for ‘reasons undisclosed to students’ according to Iida. Izuku changes into his costume slowly, yawning and rubbing his eyes as he ties his shoes.

Their teams are chosen at random. Izuku finds himself on a team of B students and Kirishima.

“Let’s go kick ass!” Kirishima holds up his hand for a high five, but Izuku takes a beat too long to connect the dots for the raised hand and Kirishima’s excited expression. Kirishima, thankfully, isn’t offended that he leaves him hanging. “Haha, you sure you’re gonna be awake for this match?”

“I’m -- I’m awake!” Izuku overcorrects his footing and stumbles into Awase.

Kendou is unanimously declared the captain of their team. Izuku scans his other teammates and sinks at the realization that almost all of their members are short range fighters. He doesn’t have a very refined long range attack, but their team is laughably unbalanced in terms of attack style.

“The good news is that we’re on the offensive.” Kendou taps her chin. “I guess I’ll take care of support, but I can help out if I can find any loose materials around.”

“I--” Izuku coughs and clears his throat. “I can help with support, if you’re looking for long range attackers.”

Kendou gives him a thumbs up. “I’ll try to help out by tossing in what I can, then!”

“Team Food Fight!” Tsunotori cheers.

“Team Food Fight!” Kirishima agrees with a laugh.

Kendou directs their other team mates to take positions across the terrain. She leads Izuku down a trail to an outlook that gives them the high field advantage.

“The match should’ve started by now, we’ll have to keep an eye out for our team.” Kendou smiles. “Wait, I think I see --!”

Izuku never finds out what she saw. Something hits his head from behind and he goes down. He watches the ground approach his face at dizzying speed. He has only a moment to think well, that hurt, and he’s out.

YEAR 2 CLASS CHAT

(40 MEMBERS)

- YESTERDAY -

Food Fight Champion
Is Midoriyakun okay??
12:03

honey i shrunk our class
yeah holy shit he dropped like a rock
12:06

that guy with tape arms
hes good.
Dude has a skull thicker than cement
12:17

Toxic Nuisance
class rep ran him 2 recovery girl
12:26

gravity can’t hold me down
dw!!!
he’s okay!!
12:29

Mr. Tall Man Tall Man Tall Man, Sir
He’s resting.
I believe he should be back to regular classes the day after tomorrow!
12:32

Food Fight Champion
Thats a relief!
Tell him we wish him a fast recovery
!!!
12:32

Hey check this out *enters mitosis*
same here! Class b sends love
12:37

PONI!!!
★~(◠︿⊙✿)
12:40

ELECTRO
LwHJTWFEWF?R?GWT#%Y$ hey so
WHAT THE UCK
HHOWFJR*$#UTJ%YHTYKLWEf
15:37

lesbian goth remix
? r u good
15:42

Hey check this out *enters mitosis*
Has Anybody looked at the quad yet?
15:50

honey i shrunk our class
What the hell happened on east side
16:03

Food Fight Champion
Todays going to be another one of those days I guess!
16:12

ELECTRO
ITS SO@Islowjgg;;out24p3gej
W
HOW DID THAT HAPPEN
16:13

that guy with tape arms
did you do something??? r u ok dude?????
16:18

ELECTRO
FUCK YOU ALSO I WASNT EVEN ON CAMPUS. IM FINE 
16:20

FUSION!!!
Me & Poni saw it happen and can confirm he wasnt involved
16:21

ELECTRO
finally somebody with some sense
16:23

FUSION!!!
But we did see him step through the gate too late
and get stuck in the middle for like an hour
Present mic freed him lmao
16:32

ELECTRO
nevermind actually fuck you
it was 10 minutes
stupid fucking entrance sensor doors fucking doors
hate this goddamn school
16:35

lesbian goth remix
lmao
16:54

let’s RIOT!!! 
so what was it
??
the explosion
17:06

PRISM
So,
The school has landmines in the grass on the quad apparently
They are motion activated and triggered by pressure
But they only activate if the cameras don’t pick up anybody on the feed
And
I may have accidentally set one off
Since I dont show up on video
Oops!
17:11

Spin It Bop It Twist It Drop It
holy shit
17:15

Sir Kangaroo
That was you?
18:49

Vine (not the app)
You are lucky to still be in once piece
19:08

GHOST? GHOST? GHOST!?
Y does yuuei have the most extreme and dangerous security systems
19:27

let’s BRAWL!!!
Aah
must be a hero school thing?
19:57

that guy with tape arms
Nah I think it’s a yuuei thing
Plus ultra! Have some land mines
20:38

Mr. Tall Man Tall Man Tall Man, Sir
Glad to see you are unharmed @PRISM!
And, for some explanation: Yuuei upgraded their security from our first year.
The land mines in particular are to ward off a new villain they believe is attempting
to attack the school,who can turn invisible much like our dear friend.
Unfortunately, like a lot of the admin decisions,
they forgot there is a student here who can also do that!
:-|
21:09

Kouda time!!!
Wow. 

PRISM
I hope we bump into each other and i can fight them
Invisible Girl Vs Invisible Evil
21:09

that guy with tape arms
Lmao yuuei shade from mr president….iconic
Poll now: does invisible girl emerge victorious?
21:10

gravity can’t hold me down
Yes!
21:16

Toxic Nuisance
Signs point to yes
21:24

lesbian goth remix
of course she does.
is this amateur hour
21:39

that guy with tape arms
i mean the obvious answer is yes
（ミ￣ー￣ミ）
21:39

Spin It Bop It Twist It Drop It
The land mines seem.. Excessive.
But at least they are taking precautions
21:42

Food Fight Champion
You’d think a school of pro heroes would be enough
!
21:44

Sir Kangaroo
Clearly not
After the last surprise attack…
21:46

Spin It Bop It Twist It Drop It
never a dull day here
22:03

rude bastard of the year runner up
i mean it is a hero school
wait
who changed my name
22:19

let’s BRAWL!!!
Haha
man that was ages ago!
U never talk in here so you never noticed
22:22

FUSION!!!
Yea shinsou
if you actually talked in here we wouldnt bully you
:/
22:23

rude bastard of the year winner
)))
what is this
22:25

let’s RIOT!!!
Lol
22:28

rude bastard of the year winner
(((
22:29

Toxic Nuisance
LOL
TODOROKI FINALLY NOTICED HIS TOO
22:30

rude bastard of the year runner up
i can’t believe i got 2nd
i want a recount. get a different poll
22:34

Toxic Nuisance
you are a bastard only when you feel like it.
todoroki is bastard champion.
You could never beat him in a bastardoff
22:37

lesbian goth remix
i could
22:40

Toxic Nuisance
you tie with todoroki
22:41

lesbian goth remix
B-)
22:42

The Superior Goth
Yes, however
22:48

lesbian goth remix
yeah we know.
i may be goth but ill never be as goth as you
22:50

Hey check this out *enters mitosis*
!!
AY!!
sports festival date finalized
22:51

Vine (not the app)
Finally
22:55

Food Fight Champion
Awesome!!
22:55

let’s BRAWL!!!
@let’s RIOT REMATCH!!!
22:57

let’s RIOT!!!
REMATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
22:58

(SPEECH BUBBLE)
:o
23:02

Lord Captain Queen
Good to know we’ll actually be competing in one this year
I thought for sure after the last security breach they were going to cancel it for good
23:04

Vine (not the app)
that would be disappointing
As we all know, first place is mine this year
23:07

Toxic Nuisance
*second
23:09

Vine (not the app)
HAH.
23:09

gravity can’t hold me down
um you mean third, cus obviously Im taking FIRST
23:11

Hey check this out *enters mitosis*
first is mine actually
the rest of you can battle for second
23:12

Toxic Nuisance
can we tie for first
23:12

gravity can’t hold me down
Ill consider it
23:15

(jazz hands but slower)
alien queen wins sports festival: ill put down 5 on that
23:16

Toxic Nuisance
Shouji you are the only valid man in this class
23:16

that guy with tape arms
that’s rude
23:19

Toxic Nuisance
Shouji you are the only valid man in this class, except with emphasis
23:19

Food Fight Champion
Lol
23:20

gravity can’t hold me down
that is blatant class president erasure!!
23:23

Toxic Nuisance
FUCK youre right how could i forget iida
23:30

sparkle
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23:30

Toxic Nuisance
Like i said, only iida and shouji are valid men
23:30

sparkle
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23:31

Beautiful Baking Man
lol !
22:34

rude bastard of the year runner up
i hate this fucking class
22:41

Hey check this out *enters mitosis*
okay shinsou
you wanna go back to your old gen ed class instead
22:42

rude bastard of the year runner up
the hero program is a scam
i want a refund
22:47

honey i shrunk our class
understandable
but at least you arent in the a class
22:47

rude bastard of the year runner up
small mercies
22:51

Toxic Nuisance
b kids are so rude! ⋋_⋌
At least we are fun and sporty
rowdy gang representation
22:56

lesbian goth remix
rowdy gang
22:59

let’s RIOT!!!
rowdy gang!!!!
23:00

- TODAY -

gravity can’t hold me down
QQ
why are there so many damn BIRDS in the BATHROOM????????
00:06

Quoth The Raven
o_O
00:10

gravity can’t hold me down
I mh
im not talking about you i promise
THERES LIKE 4 DOVES SITTING ON THE TOILET SEAT
I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHY
00:13

Beautiful Baking Man
I found a pigeon taking a birdbath in the sink
00:15

ELECTRO
more birds in the hallway
Wtf
00:15

Food Fight Champion
We are bird free on the B side, must only be your class!
00:16

Mr. Tall Man Tall Man Tall Man, Sir
I am unhappy to report the Bird infestation has reached the kitchen.
There is flour
Everywhere!
00:17

lesbian goth remix
damn they r just chillin stop asking questions
00:18

PONI!!!
BIRDS???
:0
00:18

gravity can’t hold me down
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THERE IS A BIRD IN THE SHOWER
00:18

lesbian goth remix
yeah shes trying to get clean dont interrupt her
00:18

gravity can’t hold me down
ﾍ(*ﾟｰﾟ)┌θ)ﾟﾛﾟ)ﾉ
00:19

GHOST? GHOST? GHOST!?
wow, they just let class A get all the cool shit huh?
00:19

let’s BRAWL!!!
They were lonely!!!!
and wanted friends..
Be their friend!!!
00:20

honey i shrunk our class
give them a snack they are hungry
00:21

Hey check this out *enters mitosis*
Those are your children now
00:21

gravity can’t hold me down
Im too young to be a parent
I can barely take care of myself!!!
[Image attached: cryingsnorlax.png]

00:22

let’s BRAWL!!!
It is your duty!!!!!!
i will babysit
ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ
00:27

gravity can’t hold me down
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
00:27

PONI!!!
I will be Parent 2!
<:D!
00:28

FUSION!!!
hell yea
00:29

PONI!!!
I love.. Birds
00:29

Food Fight Champion
What are you going to name them
00:29

The Superior Goth
How bold of you to assume they do not already have names
and would accept our silly human names for them
00:34

Beautiful Baking Man
There is a lot happening in here.
00:37

lesbian goth remix
kouda says their names are not able to translate
so i guess their names are [bird noises]
00:39

Toxic Nuisance
how long do we have before our teachers make us set them free
00:43

Vine (not the app)
Tomorrow morning at the latest
assuming eraserhead doesnt burst in here in a minute
and tell us to get them out of the dorm
00:52

that guy with tape arms
and tear this beautiful family apart?
those heartless bastards
00:54

Aizawa is standing at the end of his bed when he wakes. Izuku blinks a few times before his eyes agree to remain open.

“Problem child,” Aizawa says with a sigh. Recovery Girl pokes out from behind the curtain and gives him a serious glare that he probably deserves. “We’re gonna have a chat.”

Izuku learns a lot in the ensuing conversation. Apparently, he slept for 28 hours straight after getting a light tap on the head from one of the other students on the opposing team. He gained a more serious injury from falling flat on his face. Recovery Girl tells him “you’re lucky you didn’t break your nose” with a deep frown.

“I called your mother and talked to her about your...lack of a sleeping schedule.” Aizawa raises his eyebrows at Izuku’s challenging sputter.

“You will take a light sleeping aid until you can walk around without bumping into things.” Recovery Girl hands him a small bottle. “And don’t hit your head again for at least a week.”

“Thanks,” Izuku mumbles. “Can I go back to sleep now?”

He returns to classes within the two days he sleeps off his exhaustion. The sleeping aids make him groggy in the morning, but once the feeling fades he can feel his energy return. It’s strange; he was so used to feeling exhausted that feeling not tired makes such a difference.

And yet…

He still feels as though there’s something holding him back from fully engaging with everyone as he had before.

Watching Uraraka on the track field, her subtle expression change as Yaoyorozu offers her an extra towel, he wonders if he isn’t the only one struggling to say something out loud.

In the end, he doesn’t get a chance to ask. Uraraka does it for him, the night after, as they lie on her bed and mumble trigonometry to one another as they study.

Izuku watches her chew the end of her pen, the nervous tic he’s picked up on when she’s thinking about saying something sensitive.

He is mid question when she blurts out, with no context or lead-in from their previous discussion about chemistry bonds, “Iida-kun is a handsome guy, isn’t he.” She stares down at her homework and Izuku freezes.

Izuku swallows. “I mean, I -- I guess objectively, he’s pretty…” He takes a moment to think. He needs an adjective clinical enough to pass as unaffected and objective. He thinks of the gym, earlier in the day, and the way his collar stuck to the side of his neck from the thickness of the heat. Too bad he couldn’t take his jacket off; unlike Iida his situation was a little complicated and he wasn’t ready to make that kind of bold step for himself. He thinks harder.

A beat later (too late) he finishes with the worst possible adjective of all. “...he’s pretty...hot.” (Oh, absolutely fucking nailed it! Awesome!) “I-I mean. I guess. If y-you’re into guys. Which is fine, if you are, I-I mean you’re a girl s-so that’s probably --”

“I’m bisexual.” Uraraka says, and she finally looks up from her notes.

Izuku opens and closes his mouth a few times. Processes. “Huh. Cool. Uh, I mean. Me too. It’s all kinda new to me.”

Uraraka hits him with a Oh, No, Really? look that he does not appreciate at all. Izuku makes a face at her, but she laughs and tackles him in a hug. He cries through his laugh.

She releases him, and Izuku steels himself again. “Also, I’m, uh. Trans. I mean I’m a boy, but, well --”

Uraraka saves him from further embarrassment by hugging him again.

“I’m proud of you for telling me!” She squeezes him.

Izuku wheezes, “You too!” He cries again after she releases and apologizes for suffocating him. They don’t finish their homework, but Izuku doesn’t mind. Uraraka doesn’t cry as much as he does, but she rubs her eyes to wipe away the tears that gathered on her cheeks.

Iida barges in around the time quiet hours begin. Izuku is midway through explaining how he realized hey, boys are pretty cool sometimes, and the boy he met on his jog outside of campus. He locks up when he realizes it isn’t Uraraka and himself in the room, and Uraraka’s giggling comes to an abrupt end.

“Ah?” Iida ducks his head. “I apologize, is this a bad time?”

Izuku looks to Uraraka for guidance, but she shrugs. “No, it’s okay. What’s up?”

Iida closes the door behind him. “Well, I actually wanted to ask if you wanted to join our study group in the commons but if you have other plans --”

“It’s okay.” Izuku says. “We were just...talking.”

Iida looks at the two of them with a meaningful question in his eyes and Izuku flushes. “I mean! We were --”

“I was telling him about, er, that I’m bi,” Uraraka bites her lip. “I didn’t have a chance before ‘cause he was...sick.”

“I see,” Iida nods. He doesn’t appear surprised at all, and Izuku wonders when they had this conversation before he was involved. He decides it’s not his place to ask. “Well, don’t let me --”

“You can stay!” Izuku exclaims. “I mean I -- I would like you to stay. And talk. Please.”

Iida takes the free space offered on Uraraka’s bed. Izuku bites his lip. “Is there anything in particular you wanted to talk about?”

Izuku looks at Uraraka, but she only nods quickly with encouragement. Izuku takes a deep breath. “I’m -- I’m bisexual too.”

“Oh!” Iida says, understanding all at once. “Thank you for telling me. I know it takes a lot of courage, and while I know you are certainly one of the bravest people in our class --”

Uraraka covers her face with her hands. “Iida-kun, please! He just stopped crying, don’t set him off again --!”

“-- it takes even more courage to be open about ourselves!” Iida finishes. “I haven’t come out to my brother, so I completely understand the courage it takes to tell others.”

“Ah,” Uraraka says. “You too?” Iida nods. He appears confused at Uraraka’s request for a fist bump, but he accepts it. “The trio sticks together, through it all!”

Izuku laughs at the absurdity of it. It spills out of him, curling up warm and happy beneath his lungs. He cries, too, but he’s come to expect that.

Iida and Uraraka both doze off after quiet hours and Izuku slips out for water. He bumps into a frowning Todoroki in the elevator.

“Everything okay?” Izuku asks. He points to his own mouth. “You’re doing that -- frown.”

“I was looking for Iida, but he wasn’t in his room.” Todoroki explains. The frown vanishes and he returns to his neutral default expression. “Did you need something from me?”

“No, I just,” Izuku starts and stalls. Now that he’s said it aloud he wants to say it again. Todoroki is an uncertainty, in terms of his reaction, but Izuku doesn’t want him to find out from anyone else. The elevator doors are closed, and it is as good a time to say it. “Iida-kun and I were just talking. He’s in Uraraka-san’s room.”

He isn’t sure, but he thinks Todoroki might be looking at the bags under his eyes and tear tracks running down his face. Todoroki tilts his head to the side and asks, bluntly, “Were you crying?”

“Uh,” Izuku stalls. He decides to push down the anxiety in his stomach because if he doesn’t say anything now, he doesn’t know when he will build up the nerve for it again. “Yes. I told him and Uraraka I was -- I am bisexual and we talked and it was really good so they’re happy tears it’s fine, I promise, I just got really overwhelmed and --” He sighs, cutting off the next stream of nonsense. Todoroki blinks. “-- Sorry.”

Silence from Todoroki, who stares at him with the same unreadable expression. Izuku squirms. “Is that -- is that going to be an issue?”

An eyebrow raise. Todoroki makes the first recognizable expression that Izuku can easily read as confusion. “No. Why would it be?”

He shrinks a little further down into his shoulders. “I mean, I didn’t want to assume, but I thought maybe you’d -- you’d find it...weird?”

“I’m gay.” Todoroki replies. His expression loosens, and Izuku wonders if the corner of his mouth is lifted in an awkward half-smile or if his overtired anxiety-hazed mind hallucinates that too. “So. It’s not weird at all.”

Todoroki gets off at the bottom floor, but Izuku heads to the kitchen for his water. He drinks it and looks out over the lights of the dark campus and smiles. It’s nice, Izuku reflects, to know you’re not alone.

2A CLASS GROUP CHAT

(20 MEMBERS)

- TODAY -

Toxic Nuisance
yuuei admin: sports festival next week!
yuuei admin: lol actually its going to be at the end of the school year
(*´Д`)ﾊｧﾊｧ
13:22

lesbian goth remix
honestly lets cancel it ourselves
13:26

ELECTRO
next week prob: sports festival cancelled!
13:33

Sir Kangaroo
I’m fine with that
13:46

(jazz hands but slower)
It would be nice if they gave us an actual answer.
Whether we should be preparing for one or not..
13:49

helpdeskdeku
Oh...wow..
So many messages
15:50

let’s RIOT!!!
AYOOO WELCOME BACK
15:50

Mr. King President, Sir
Glad to see you are feeling better!!
15:51

that guy with tape arms
woah dude u havent talked in here in forever
15:51

helpdeskdeku
Yeah!!! Sorry!!!
had a lot going on
(๑ ˊ͈ ᐞ ˋ͈ )ƅ̋
15:52

Vine (not the app)
Thats fair.
15:53

helpdeskdeku
Aahhh I cant believe how much i missed in here
( ´△｀)
Too much to read..
15:53

Lord Captain Queen
It’s okay! You didn’t miss a lot. We were just worried!!
Make sure to take care of yourself!
15:54

ELECTRO
fuck yeah!!!!! Be strong be healthy and Be
Be
help me out here guys
15:56

Beautiful Baking Man
Be well rested and drink lots of water
15:57

ELECTRO
yEAH!!!!!!!!!!!
15:57

PRISM
:D!!!!
15:58

Toxic Nuisance
Whats the mood of the day everyone
16:02

ELECTRO
[Image attached: School_sucks.jpeg]

16:08

Toxic Nuisance
Seconded
16:27

PRISM
Things that should be written under our class reps in the yearbook
pres: “I have a study group for that.”
Vice pres: “Parkour responsibly!”
16:31

Sir Kangaroo
Yeah
16:35

let’s RIOT!!!
WHEN did that second one happen
16:38

Toxic Nuisance
Probably around the time that video went viral
of yaomomo parkouring up the east side so she wouldnt be late to class
16:42

Lord Captain Queen
Ah...
That was so terrifying.
Aizawa-sensei saw me and made eye contact with me
and had that face that says “you’re going to be late and I am disappointed in you”
so I sprinted across the quad and jumped over the railing
and then scaled the building to the second floor and crawled through the window.
His face when he saw me sitting there...I’ll never forget that expression
16:45

Toxic Nuisance
That video.
That day.
ICONIC
16:49

Sir Kangaroo
Link
16:52

gravity can’t hold me down
??
PLEASE I have never seen this
16:53

Toxic Nuisance
Here ya go bro
16:57

Sir Kangaroo
Wow.
Epic
16:59

frog
Incredible
17:03

PRISM
I filmed it hehe
The perks of being invisible: sensei can’t TECHNICALLY mark me absent
because there is a chance i am in class but i am just being quiet
17:08

fuck school! fuck all the bullshit!
Life hacks with pro hero invisible girl
17:12

Toxic Nuisance
I didnt film it but i did witness it.
It was worth being late to class
17:13

gravity can’t hold me down changed their nickname to uraBIty

lesbian goth remix
another one
17:24

uraBIty
(ﾟ▽^*)
17:24

frog
[Image attached: Frogs_r_gay.jpeg]

17:28

Lord Captain Queen
!!! Proud of you!! While I’m here, I suppose…
17:30

Lord Captain Queen changed their username to Lord Gay Captain Queen

Lord Gay Captain Queen
(*˘︶˘*)
17:31

uraBIty
<3!!!!!
17:35

(jazz hands but slower)
Our class is a statistical impossibility.
17:39

lesbian goth remix
fuck statistics
17:40

Toxic Nuisance
We might as well announce all of class 2a is gay
Do straight people still exist?
17:41

helpdeskdeku
straight people are a myth
17:43

ELECTRO
HFBFJD23roijgigjlwekd
midoriya vanishes for a month and returns to KO me with those words
17:45

that guy with tape arms
YOU TOO?
17:45

helpdeskdeku
(\\^‿^//)
17:46

sparkle
[Image attached: love.jpeg]

17:48

lesbian goth remix
the only straight person here is mr broken thermometer
17:50

lawyerless bastard
now that’s offensive
17:54

lesbian goth remix
B)
17:55

that guy with tape arms
u summoned him by insulting his honor
17:56

PRISM
That makes
Uh
20/20 confirmed gay
17:59

Sir Kangaroo
SERIOUSLY?
Everyone??
Really???
18:05

let’s RIOT!!!
yeah.
18:09

that guy with tape arms changed Mr. King President, Sir’s nickname to Mr. Gay President, Sir

Mr. Gay President, Sir
Why
18:13

that guy with tape arms
just felt like it
18:14

Vine (not the app)
Im homophobic actually
18:19

lesbian goth remix
me too
18:21

Sir Kangaroo
You are both….
Lesbians
18:24

lesbian goth remix
[Image attached: Yeah.jpeg]

18:25

Toxic Nuisance 
I hate gays, but I hate everyone equallyl, acutuallyr soo23rt83yohtrjlweerrtrg
18:34

Beautiful Baking Man
Everything okay over there?
18:36

PRISM
??????
?
18:47

Toxic Nuisance
I blacked out what happnend
18:51

everyone DNI [DND] changed their username to DYNAMITE [DND]

Beautiful Baking Man
Nice dude
18:53

let’s RIOT!!!
proud of you bro
lol he already put it back on dnd he’s never gonna read these
18:56

ELECTRO
WOOOOOOOO
18:56

lesbian goth remix
dynamite official
18:57

Toxic Nuisance
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
awesome
I have to hand in my forms too ;_;
19:06

uraBIty
its okay!!! I know a bunch of ppl havent submitted yet
or even have any idea of what to put down lol
19:07

lesbian goth remix
or theyve changed it four times already
19:09

sparkle
>:o
19:16

ELECTRO changed their username to fuck school! fuck all the bullshit!

fuck school! fuck all the bullshit!
today’s mood
returning to my old brand
19:22

The posters above his head are a familiar and welcoming sight. He lifts his head, but Izuku’s heart sinks. For a moment he was sure he woke in his house, but he looks at the posters on his walls and the words that slide away and knows he is in a dream.

The hallway is dark when he leaves his room. The man is at the other end, by his front door, and his face is no older or sadder than their first meeting.

“I think I’ve been causing you a lot of trouble, young man.” Izuku wonders what about the sentence humors him, but the man smiles. The sadness is wiped away by an open, hopeful expression. “I hope you’ll forgive me someday.”

“I don’t understand,” Izuku tells him. “Why do I keep having these dreams? What are they supposed to mean?”

He isn’t sure if he should be frustrated or exasperated when the man presses his finger to his lips.

“Don’t worry,” he says. He opens the doorway and floods the hallway with light. The details of his face fade away. His voice is farther away when he speaks. “Don’t worry, Izuku. You’re gonna be just fine. Everything will turn out all right.”

Izuku wakes, no tears on his pillow, and a weight on his chest released. No more pulling, no more yearning. No more sense of expectation.

He does not dream of the man or the hallway again.

The Gender Zone

(18 MEMBERS)

- TODAY -

gay and red [2a] added helpdeskdeku [2a] to the chat

gay and red [2a]
!
17:10

frog [2a]
[Image attached: Frog_full_of_love.jpeg]

17:14

gay and steel [2b]
Hey!!!!!!!!
17:15

It’s Mushroom Time! [2b]
ohO!!! Welcome!!
17:15

ladies, is it Gay if I Uuh [2h]
Heya
17:16

helpdeskdeku [2a]
Oh hi!!
17:18

What is gender I dont know her [grad]
Hey midoriya-kun!!!!!!!!!!!
17:19

yUUyUU [grad]
One of us...one of us..
17:20

sparkle
[Image attached: love_y.jpeg]

17:24

◄SUNEATER►[grad]
welcome
17:27

★LEMILLION★ [grad]
Midoriya!!
17:29

helpdeskdeku [2a]
!!!
Wow theres more people here than i thought
17:32

gay and red [2a]
i added like half this chat at the beginning of the year
Bc so many new freshmen joined there was only like
5 of us in here last year haha
17:35

helpdeskdeku [2a]
I feel dumb cus I had no idea how many people at yuuei were part of this
17:36

gay and red [2a]
don’t be!! most people here aren’t really out yet so we keep what’s said in this chat inside this chat only
(▰˘◡˘▰)
17:40

helpdeskdeku [2a]
Of course !!!
17:42

lesbian goth remix
B-)!
ayo
17:43

(:SMILE:) [1b]
DEKU??? :0!
17:43

PrimENerGy [1b]
!!!!!!!!!!!! WELCOME
17:44

windchime [1a]
>:O Yells
I had no idea u were trans
17:44

gay and red [2a]
remember the rules! we dont know whos out to who or if theyre out at all.
be considerate!!!
17:48

windchime [1a]
Sorry im just
Wow!!!!!!
In shock
U were amazing at the sports festival this year
Congrats on 3rd place!!
sorry if this is weird ;a;
17:54

helpdeskdeku [2a]
Oh thank you!!
Next year is mine >:^)
its not weird at all !
17:57

Aizawa pulls him aside while his classmates fill out their forms for hero and sidekick registration. “So, problem child. Now that you’re feeling better, can you tell me what exactly that was all about?”

Izuku frowns. He tries to pull back the memory of the dream, or why the dreams stopped, but there’s only this resolute sense of finality. Somehow, he knows the dreams aren’t coming back. “I don’t know, really. I almost wonder if --” Izuku lowers his voice and hopes none of his classmates are eavesdropping too closely. “-- if maybe it was something to do with my quirk?”

Aizawa looks at him. “What makes you think that?”

Izuku hesitates and decides to abandon the thought. “Um, nevermind. I’m probably wrong.”

“If you say so,” Aizawa says. “But remember this in the future: ask for help when you need it.”

“Okay, okay.” Izuku bites his lip and looks back to the table. Aizawa sighs and dismisses him.

Iida’s finished his form by the time he returns. Uraraka is pestering Todoroki over his form.

“You’re supposed to put Entropy here, duh!” She tries to take his pencil, but Todoroki weaves out of her reach.

“Uraraka-kun, please let him fill out his own form --!” Iida fails to capture their attention. He sighs and shakes his head.

“I’ll use that eventually,” Todoroki replies. “But I don’t feel like it’s the right time.” He looks to Izuku, a question on his face.

“If you feel that way, then use whatever name you want for now. It’s all up to you.” Izuku looks down at the characters spelling SHOUTO from the top of his sheet. “It’s not like we’re graduating tomorrow! You still have plenty of time to change it.”

“Yes, you can change it next time.” Iida agrees. “Does anyone else need help with their form?”

Izuku returns to his form. He senses something to his right and looks up to see Todoroki watching him intently. Todoroki meets his eyes and for a moment Izuku wonders if he wants to say something. Whatever he plans to say goes unsaid, and Todoroki returns to his form.

2A CLASS GROUP CHAT

(20 MEMBERS)

- YESTERDAY -

fuck school! fuck all the bullshit!
I failed todays pop quiz FML
22:45

lesbian goth remix @fuck school! fuck all the bullshit!
“pop quiz”????
you mean the final exam that was on the syllabus since the first day of the semester?
22:49

fuck school! fuck all the bullshit!
That was the final exam?
U...h……..
22:54

lesbian goth remix
im
screams
22:58

fuck school! fuck all the bullshit!
So i’m dropping out and looking for employment of the dumbass and high paying quality
23:03

lesbian goth remix
i know ur joking abt failing the final bc we studied together but i had a flash of actual panic there.
my two remaining brain cells r 2 tired to deal w u
23:06

lawyerless bastard
i heard washy is hiring sidekicks next semester
23:07

fuck school! fuck all the bullshit!
@lawyerless bastard first of all, you don’t talk in here for like 5 years
and then show up to punch me in the stomach with that message?
@lesbian goth remix At least you have 2 braincells bc i have -7
23:09

lesbian goth remix
dont b rude ur -7 braincells r working very hard
23:12

that guy with tape arms
@fuck school! fuck all the bullshit! :cry laughing emoji:
23:21

fuck school! fuck all the bullshit!
@that guy with tape arms what the FUCK is that curse upon this blessed and pure chat
23:24

let’s RIOT!!!
:cry laughing emoji::cry laughing emoji::cry laughing emoji::cry laughing emoji::cry laughing emoji::cry laughing emoji::cry laughing emoji::cry laughing emoji::cry laughing emoji::cry laughing emoji::cry laughing emoji::cry laughing emoji::cry laughing emoji:
23:26

fuck school! fuck all the bullshit!
…
:cry laughing emoji:
23:27

lesbian goth remix
how do i delete someone elses messages
23:28

Mr. Stop Changing my name without Permission, Sir
Congratulations everyone and be proud of your amazing work this year!
To next year and the years to come!!
23:35

Sir Kangaroo
Cheers to that
23:38

Vine (not the app)
Only one year left now..
23:39

Lord Gay Captain Queen
What an interesting...turn of events.
Thank you for ending it on a more positive note.
Without sounding too repetitive, thank you for all your hard work this year!
On that note, I’m off to bed. Good night!
23:40

Toxic Nuisance
gn!
23:46

sparkle
( ु⁎ᴗ_ᴗ⁎)ु.｡oO
23:48

- TODAY -

Quoth The Raven
Sleep holds me fast, releasing me from this unending and miserable consciousness. I wish you all undisturbed dreams on this eve of incredible victory. Be proud of your accomplishments of this year, and reflect on what you can improve in the future. Rest well.
00:04

helpdeskdeku
when students say “finals are killing them” unless they are LITERALLY enrolled in the yuuei hero program i really don’t want to hear it!
01:11

uraBIty
Somebody’s salty :o)
01:14

helpdeskdeku
(-＿- )ノ
At least theyre over now
01:14

lawyerless bastard
youre not wrong
01:15

Mr. Stop Changing my name without Permission, Sir
@uraBItyi @helpdeskdeku You should both be asleep!
01:15

helpdeskdeku
Counterpoint: so should you. Checkmate
leave us alone we are watching documentaries
and what’s this favoritism I see? Hm?? interesting
01:16

uraBIty
its because he likes T better than us :V
01:17

Mr. Stop Changing my name without Permission, Sir
@helpdeskdeku Sleep!
And he told me he’s getting ready for bed. Unlike you.
01:17

helpdeskdeku
you first
nice username lol
01:19

Mr. Stop Changing my name without Permission, Sir changed their username to Mr. Is this to your liking?, Sir

Mr. Is this to your liking?, Sir
Hm.
01:20

uraBIty
he passed out immedaitely after sending that message so don’t worry
:)
01:28

Repacking everything out of the dorm at the end of the year is accompanied by the usual chaos. His classmates poke in and out of rooms, searching for lost articles of clothing mixed up from the wash. Tokoyami returns two books to Izuku’s shelf that he admits he doesn’t know why or when he borrowed but found in his items to be packed.

Izuku finds a long glittery scarf that he has no recollection of ever receiving and asks the girls if it belongs to any of them. Aoyama comes to retrieve it and gasps at the sight of it.

“So that’s where it went!” He gives Izuku a dark look. “I never suspected you a thief!”

Izuku shrugs. “I have literally no idea how it got here.”

“So you say!” Aoyama puffs up and retreats back to his room with a huff.

The other students come and go. Kirishima offers him one of his extra wall flags, even though Izuku tries to argue that it probably cost a lot more money than he’s admitting to.

“It’s fine, dude! Put it on your tab.” He grins, and Izuku takes the flag. He isn’t sure if he will hang it in his bedroom at home, but he is sure his mother will find a place for it.

Izuku takes longer to pack than his fellow classmates. He has a lot of small items to wrap with care and box away with careful geometric practice. Around four, he hears a cough outside his room and peeks up over the piles of paper and boxes.

“I’m glad to see you’re feeling much better.” Iida greets him at the door. He has his bag thrown over his shoulder, and the last of his books tucked under his arm. Izuku rises and wipes his dusty hands on his pants. “Whatever was troubling you is...resolved, now, yes?”

Izuku considers. “I think so. I feel a lot more…” Grounded. At peace. Iida waits, open and inviting as he waits for Izuku to finish his thought. “...like myself, I guess.”

Iida smiles. “That is good to hear.”

There is no need for forced smiles. He knows the smile stretching his face is real.

Iida helps him put away the rest of the paper and Izuku piles his boxes at the door. The other items in his room will have to be moved later, but he has all of his personal items.

Iida offers to carry one of the boxes, but Izuku waves him off. “I’ll get them later. I don’t want to be carrying everything around when I get downstairs.”

He hears the door at the end of the hall open and the sound of quick footsteps approach his room. “Come on!” Uraraka shoves Iida out of the doorway. Iida sputters and saves himself from falling by grabbing the edge of Izuku’s door frame. “We’ve got to do our class hug before people start leaving!”

“I’ll be there in a second,” Izuku says. He sweeps over his room for the last time. The last time for a while, at least until his third year begins. Iida lays his arms across Uraraka’s shoulder and follows Izuku out of their dorm.

“I can’t wait for next year.” Uraraka sighs, trailing her hand on the railing at the bottom of the steps outside their dorm. “Then everything starts changing.”

Iida makes a small sound of agreement. He waves Todoroki over from the bench, who joins them at a casual stroll until he falls into step with Iida. “Yes, it will. Our lives after graduation will likely be much more complicated.”

Uraraka shudders. “Ugh. Sounds awful. I’ll have to pay taxes and have a full time hero job and that sounds like so much!”

Todoroki says, “More freedom for you.”

“More responsibility!” Iida counters. “Which isn’t such a bad thing, I think.”

“Yeah, er, except for the whole being an adult thing. The future is scary.” Uraraka laughs, regaining her optimistic tone. “Still sounds awful!”

“That’s okay,” Izuku says, and smiles. “I’m sure we can handle it together.”

The future sounds all right, he thinks. It sounds like hope.