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Before he could see it, he could hear it.
The crunch of Izuku’s own bones echoed through his ears. He could feel the sound in his upper jaw. His eyes were tightly shut. The rest of the sensations around him fell into a blur of stimulus that slowly faded away into the background.
Ow.
Izuku was still on the ground. The cold earth stung his raw skin and dust burned in his eyes. I have to get up..
He propped himself up with his knees and fell forward, catching himself-
Wait.
He opened his eyes.
Oh god.
No.
No, no no no no no-
He scrambled and squirmed on the ground, trying to push himself upwards with the stumps of his arms. His eyes darted around the area as if to search for the remains of his hands.
His chest tightened. All he could do was hyperventilate and choke on the thick, dusty air. Every time he coughed, he would spit up more and more blood, a metallic taste lingered in his mouth.
“Deku? Deku?”
“De-Izuku? What’d you get for number six? This worksheet is pissing me off.”
Izuku blinked and looked down at his hands.
Oh, right.
“Hey Midoriya? Are you… alright?” Mina turned her head to the side and fidgeted her feet on the couch.
Kaminari leaned in the same direction and set his phone down to the side. “Yeah, are you good, man?”
“Oh uhh yeah! Sorry I just kinda spaced out,” Izuku chuckled and looked back at his worksheet. Maybe I need to get more sleep…
Tenya stood up promptly and looked around the room. “Remember team, midterms are in a week so we must stay focused on using all of our time wisely. We don’t want Mr. Aizawa making us do ‘guest speeches’ for the 1st year students again.”
Kirishima scrambled to Bakugou’s side and grabbed his arm, pointing at Ida. “THEY PULLED ON MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR LAST TIME! DON’T THREATEN US WITH THAT!” Bakugou rolled his eyes and pushed him away.
“Well I really liked it! All the little kids were so cute I can’t wait to meet them all again!” Ochaco beamed and clapped her hands together.
Shoto gestured towards Ochaco and nodded, “I agree with Uraraka, I believe it was extremely beneficial in giving us experience working with younger kids. It’s important for a pro hero to be able to properly communicate with children in times of emergency.”
“Shut it, half-n-half! I don’t care what ‘beneficial experience’ it gives us, I'm not doing it again.” Bakugou flicked the back of Shoto’s head and slouched back into the couch.
“I agree with Shoto and Ochaco but I do want to pass these exams” Izuku looked at Bakugou and then back down at his hands. Why am I shaking? His body felt light and his stomach felt weak as if his muscles just… gave up on him. Stop. Stop, stop, not right now. “Sorry guys I’ll be right back! Just gotta go grab some notes from my room.” Izuku rushed out of the common room and ran to his room, stumbling over his own feet as he leaned on his doorframe, and collapsed onto the floor.