“Since I haven’t been called in, I’m pretty much caught up…” “Oh, well, do you want some help?” Izuku offers, stepping forward to take a peek at what Kirishima’s working on. “Aizawa’s been cool with the supplementary lessons and all, but studying’s never been my strong point, ya know?” “Nah, dude, you’re good! I’m just trying to play catch up while I can so I don’t fall anymore behind the rest of you guys,” Kirishima laughs sheepishly, gesturing to the spread of books in front of him. “No, I didn’t mean to interrupt you or anything. “Wha- no!” Izuku’s nails dig a little too deeply into his skin, and he winces. “That sucks, man,” and the smile Kirishima offers him is genuine and sympathetic. “Um, Night Eye’s agency, they’re in the middle of something, so I haven’t been called in for a while. “No,” Izuku sighs out, scratching at the back of his hand. “Yo, Midoriya! You get called in or something?” Kirishima looks just as surprised to see Izuku for a moment before a big smile spreads across his face. So he takes a deep breath in and pads around the corner into the common area.Īnd Izuku blinks, surprised, because it’s Kirishima sitting at the coffee table, books spread out and hair loose around his face. He pauses, cause he’s not exactly ready to see people yet, but the alternative is going back to his room and that is not happening. Moving always helps, and even though it’s too early to wake even Iida for a run, he can at least go stretch in the common area or something.īut as he makes his way downstairs, he’s surprised to see a light already on. It’s obvious he’s not going to be sleeping anymore tonight, so he may as well get up to try and keep himself from spiraling any further. It’s early, but he drags himself out of bed anyway. Izuku presses his hands against his eyes and groans. He had all of these things now, so it's frustrating that he’s even feeling close to what he felt in middle school. He wasn’t the same useless Deku he was before. It was similar, but it was different too. The depression, the anxiety, the swirling thoughts, the restless feeling of being stuck in a place he didn’t want to be. He just had so many thoughts-Īnd it was almost like when he was in middle school. The anxiety was a thick, oppressive cloud most days, and it was just hard trying to get through classes like normal.
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