“Kaachan!”
Midoriya winced at the sudden impact of the bedroom floor.
What’s this? I’m having a nightmare now? Probably cuz I kept thinking about the Kamino Incident last night.
Chuckling, Midoriya took a quick shower, applying makeup to cover the eye bags that were starting to form under his eyes.
Midoriya paused, before laughing at how stupid everything was.
The past few days, he had been running errands for his class, fixing the electricity, cleaning the dorms and stocking food. Then, he had to take care of all these nightmares that everyone was facing, offering support for everyone who needed it.
The Kamino Incident was especially fresh in many people’s minds and he knew their insecurities were hurting them from within.
Like Aoyama.
He ended up with quirk exhaustion because he’s been trying to improve himself, because he thinks of himself as someone weak.
They were all trying to hide their insecurities, and heck, if it wasn’t for the fact that he had to hack into the U.A. system to obtain the police recording from Naomasa Tsukauchi’s files, Kaachan would probably never tell him what had happened.
And here he was, being a wimp for not being able to carry the burden of being the next One for All holder.
In fact, being the next One for All holder means he has to support everyone.
B̸̖̭̼̝̑̈̿̔͋͆͛̚̕͠ų̵̛̘̹͇̅̓͊͑̕t̸̡̆ ̷͖̩͚͈̣̓̈́͒͊̃̆̚͜i̴̤̰̲̖͔̟̽̿f̵͙̻͙̱͑ ̵̧̣́̏̂͠ŷ̸͕̞͙̼̈̀o̶̡̟̮̮͎͓̝͇̩̒̒̇͛̍̌͗̀̓͌ų̴̛̥̝̣̗̖͖̈́̾͑̀̎̕͘ͅ ̶̜̲̟̦̭͕̱̀̀̈́͋̒̈́̍̀͆͜͜s̷͚̣̟̃u̵̩͔͐̆̆̊͗̑̊̀͌́͜p̵̗̖̥̻̿̏p̸̱͕̳͌̔͒̈̓͆̍̏͑ͅͅo̵̢̬͍̠͔̙̯̊͒͐̄̑̔̀̽͋ͅͅr̸̞͔̗͇̟̬̀̑͆̅͌ẗ̷̢͙̜̙̼͚͍̞͖́͋̀ ̸̮̳̟̹͉̥͓̖̟̔͒͆̋̃̕é̴̛̻̠̅̔̎̈̂̑͝v̵̨͋ͅe̶̫̬̱̎̽̔̆̅̀̚͝ṟ̸̨̘̖͚͕̼͕̱̂͊̚y̶̢̨͖͌͒ơ̸͔̭̮͕̲̤̤̫̞̣̿̓̿͌̕̕n̷͓͎͑̀̓͂̈̿͘ė̵̩̂͌͜͜,̴̪̰̪͗̋̓̇͗̂̌̽͊̉ ̶̺͎̼̹̲̝͓̎̐́̏t̶̨̖͎̬͇͍͔̤̲̉͗ḩ̵̜̞̥̼̩̫̈̀͂͂̄͛ͅe̴̢̞̮͚̒̅͑͊́̓̍͒̚ǹ̷̡͍̳̭̺̱̠̹̲̪̀͐̀̈́̍ ̸̠̜̦̻͈̞͖͎̲̌̑̓̀w̴̟̞̯͚̬̪̙̉͐̕͠ͅh̷̜̠̹̦̳̭̃̀̓̎́̕ȍ̴̧̝̩̼̰̤̙͋̆̓̐̎̚͜͜ ̶͉̋̑̈́͐̄͛̊͐̑s̵͖͕̯̉͗̽͜u̷̧͉̤̻̙͜͝p̵̖̱̭̈́̌͐̽̽̐̀̇̊͘͜p̷̢̧̡̳̪͉̘͎͒͂̆̇ò̶͉̳̦̖̌̈́̀̇͒͛͘͝͠r̶̮̭̦͍͓̖͈͕̓t̸͓̝̺͖̪̦͓̫̦͙͑̉̄̊̈̇s̶̢͕̫̪͈̠̻̐͒͛͂̚͘͠ ̴͍̭͕̻͇̱͋̔̃̌͊́̓ͅͅÿ̵̢͙̗͚̜̙́̉́ǫ̶̨͉̥̾̒͋̊͂̊̈́̚͝ư̸̢̼̙̮̬̝̏͊̄̄̇̽̀?̸̱̍̋͑̇̽̽̓
A small voice mumbled at the back of Midoriya’s mind but he shrugged it off, ignoring the gnawing feeling in his gut.
-w-
“Midoriya, are you sure y-you sure you didn’t anger the God of Soup or something?” Uraraka said as she tried her best to stifle her laughter.
However, her restraint was horrible. With one last look at Midoriya, she burst into laughter.
MIdoriya sighed.
This time, he had tripped over his own shoes.
His own god damn shoes.
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Blame Fate, Not Me
FanfictionIt's been a week. A horrifying week. A fucking horrifying week. It was fucking insufferable. -w- In which Midoriya Izuku gets trashed over and over again, and finally gets a sad angsty punch to fate's face.
