Gravity Shift

Be Realistic

'I always analyze things so quickly when I'm overwhelmed... Is that why everything seemed so much more dramatic than it was? There is no way everyone knew about what I did, I must still be dreaming. I'm probably really late for school and still haven't woken up.' Midoriya preached over this false reality he found himself creating to avoid the actual events of the morning. The constant pinching of his arm wasn't doing anything other than irritating his skin and slowly developing a bruise. 'They didn't care about me, they wouldn't suddenly get heart out of nowhere. They would brush off the thought and maybe murmur about it but not directly make it a public class argument... Was Kacchan even there for his friends to speak so condescendingly about 'his faults'? The poor boy just made himself even more anxious with these growing questions. He hadn't realized he had been murmuring these thoughts out loud around the neighboring stores. -Wouldn't have been the first time he had gotten himself lost due to his over analysis.-

Blinking himself back to reality he paused and just took a moment to look around, not believing he had walked too far away from school. Seeing himself around the shopping district he slowly started to become deflated again. This must've been the longest time he had gone without being interrupted during his mumbles, he truly could've gone on forever had he not noticed how far off he had been. The boy moved out of the way of the other concerned patrons who had heard just about enough of the boy's worries but not enough to talk to him about it. Sighing he took a look at the shops, having just taken a moment to try and make his way over to the grocery store. Luckily his mumbling guided him here instead of home. Just what would he even have to say if his mother had been there before him, would she know about it like his classmates?

The thought itself shattered him. Would she blame herself? Would she see herself as an unfit mother? What would she even think of him after learning the real reason Uraraka was there? The boy didn't even realize he had begun tearing up until the weight of his chest grew heavy. Just what he needed... more tears. He sighed out quietly, just easing his breaths as he tried blinking away his teary eyes. That's exactly how he got into this mess, being seen as weak and an emotional crybaby. Internally he knew it wasn't right to simply 'turn off' his emotions but he knew he had to get better at managing these deep mindsets he allows himself to get into. ¨Just like All might said... I have to think realistically." he murmured, almost sounding spiteful towards the words he spoke. He couldn't help but think about it even more now as he stood in the district watching all the others.

'If it had been any other person, would it have made a difference? Would he leave them on the roof after telling them what they dream isn't realistic because of a lack of a quirk?'

Would he have left them to contemplate suicide after

not being seen as worthy by their number one role model?..

Locking them on a roof and saying to knock and hope someone

would let them down instead of guiding them down personally?

Midoriya didn't like the dark thoughts trying to weave past his understanding, shifting his attention to the correct grocery store. He didn't leave school to contemplate All mights words and actions towards him, not even for his questions towards the lack of role models he did have. He was there to repay the kind girl that had saved him the other day. With that silent reminder embedded into his mind, he headed over to the bakery counter, hoping that the people there were oblivious to his actions compared to his classmates.. or at least what he believed was his growing anxiety about the situation.

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Having gone through the process of doing his best to Identify the cake that was smashed into his hair, he got a bigger round cake with said design just so there could be sweet leftovers for her. This was gonna be it, just a cake to finalize things and the girl would know she didn't have to bother with him again. ¨Everythings all set dear, now tell me who this cake is for exactly?¨ The frosted baker asked, a smile playing on her lips just as she saw his own. ¨I need this cake to go to a girl named Uraraka.¨ ¨Uraraka what?.. An address or phone number could also be helpful.¨ Ah, there it was, he knew things were running a bit too smoothly. He thought back trying to remember if she did happen to say anything about her first name but he couldn't even remember if he had said his own. They weren't necessarily formally greeting each other while wetting themselves with pond water.

¨Sorry, can I have a minute?...¨

Taking out his note from his backpack he slowly flattened it on the counter, turning it around to its blank side to put his artistic hand to the test. Going off memory always proved to be a little difficult but, he hoped that his drawing wouldn't incorrectly capture the girl he was trying to repay. It was a basic head sketch with her hair and blushing cheeks following with a small drawn smile. That should be enough to go off right? He just hoped that no one else looked like her and potentially stole her cake. As rare as that would be, he was just not all there mentally with how much today was already eating at his brain. 'should I maybe take this with me just in case she does stop by?.. No that would be pretty stupid wouldn't it? Maybe she was only just saying that to make me feel better about things.' the boy couldn't help but start his murmuring again. Thankfully with the lack of patrons around, the only people he worried were the workers behind the counter. The poor workers couldn't help but stop and stare growing uncomfortable and even worried for him.

Having been tapped on the shoulder he flinched and finally paused his murmuring thoughts. Lowering his pencil to the paper he lowered his head already speaking apologetically. "I'm sorry I'll move out of your way, I didn't mean to-" "Midoriya it's okay! it's just me." a girl had humored him with a small hum, slowly just making him gain proper eye contact with the girl when he raised his head. The familiar brunette offered a warm smile just as the green-haired male staggered back in surprise. "U-Uraraka!? School is out already?" "Well I hope so, It is around six... didn't you go to school today?" She asked a bit perplexed as to just how lost this boy had been in his mind.  Sighing he rubbed his neck and just avoided her gaze as he spoke,

"Today just wasn't the right day for me to go back

I guess..."