My Hero Oneshots

Past Time

"—and to conclude the point," Izuku turned to face the class. The marker that he was holding in his hand clattered to the floor. " . . . oh."

He didn't feel embarrassed or shy. He didn't know why he suddenly dropped the marker, but it wasn't like it was the first time that it had happened. He bent over grasping the marker with his finger tips. He froze as snickers rose from the back of the class.

Laughter? He shook it off. Of course they would laugh—he probably looked ridiculous by dropping the marker out of nowhere. It still surprised him, however. He wasn't exactly expecting that from his class. I didn't think it was that funny . . .

He stood back up straight, his confusion showing on his face. He blinked once.

"Hurry up and finish Midoriya," Aizawa grumbled. Izuku snapped out of his trance and apologized.

"Sorry Sensei," A bit of his confusion still trickled into his voice. His tone was a bit soft and hesitant. Nevertheless, a smile lit up his face as per usual. "Anyways, point to the back—I mean back to the point—"

The snickers became louder and the chuckles rang through his ears and rattled around in his skull. He ignored it again in favor of understanding their view. His smile didn't waver as he turned back to the board.

It's okay.

"—spike in the crime rate was due to the Hero's Association's lack of inside—I mean insight . . ." The laughter grew louder and swarmed his hearing. He was hit with a sickening wave of nostalgia and his smile flickered.

Why . . ? His confusion spiked and his heart twisted in his chest. He looked at his classmates, the hurt showing on his face along with his confusion.

"Hurry and finish, Midoriya. We still have more presentations to get through," Aizawa broke through the noise in his head once again.

Midoriya put on a weaker smile and swallowed more harshly than usual. He turned back to the board—pinpointing the voices that were whispering behind his back. He couldn't hide the bit of hurt he had on his face so he ended up totally facing the board. He didn't want to hear the mocking tones of his classmates behind him.

"If the Association had picked up the slack left behind from the early retirement of the elder pros by providing younger heroes the guidance and mentorship they needed earlier, then most of the injuries and casualties could have been avoided. In conclusion, new rules and regulations regarding the guidance of young heroes should be revised," Izuku swallowed thickly as his classmate's eyes drilled into him. He didn't know why, but they started to feel more familiar. "That's all, thank you."

He sat back down in his seat as Aizawa called another student up. He could hear the whispers around him—about him. He could feel their judgmental stares and the way they would snicker after pointing something out about him.

He felt insecure. He felt like he was back in middle school surrounded by his former classmates. Am I . . ?

Izuku looked around. His eyes widened and his breathing spread up as he realized that he wasn't in Class 1-A anymore. His old classmates surrounded him and his previous teacher was glaring at him. He must have been daydreaming again.

He curled in on himself. Was all that really just a daydream? He looked at his hands. They weren't scarred anymore. His well built muscle was gone and he couldn't feel One For All residing within him.

Tears pricked at his eyes. Am I really so delusional?

As per usual, he waited patiently for the bell to ring. He wanted out of here as soon as possible. The suffocating air around him was restricting his breathing. He didn't dare look up, knowing that Bakugo would pin him down with a nasty glare if he did.