Izuku opened his eyes, which weren't really there yet. His mind is flooded with random images, with no context at all. Broccoli, an unknown acronym, an orange W symbol- and then he was one. Then he was all. Then he awoke, hungry. "Mom, I'm up!" he yelled down the stairs. "Okay," Inko Midoriya yelled back, "your things are hanging on the door!" "Thanks!" Izuku ran down the stairs, quickly ate breakfast, grabbed his school items, walked out the door, and was then unknowingly subject to the worst natural phenomenon known to mankind. Though he didn't know it, he was in a fan fiction. But he shouldn't worry.
After all, it happens to the best of us.
YOU ARE READING
PLEASE KILL ME (Or How I Learned to Stop Caring and Make Dekubowl)
FanfictionWe do a little writing. "go back i want to be monke" - PlayStation Magazine "shit/10: but why" - IGN "This is amazing" - 0oHobbito0
