Old Soul || A BNHA story

Chapter 3 : Octavio

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Izuku sat on his bed, a small smile on his face while he copied things from a book lying next to him into a notebook. "Izuuuuu, I'm bored!" the dark haired boy, lying next to him, whined. "Just give me a moment, Vi. Mum said dinner will be ready soon" he grinned at his friends antics. "Right!" He instantly forgot his boredom and jumped up from his place on the bed. "Izuku! Octavio! Dinner's ready!" Inko Midoriya's voice came from the kitchen right in that moment.

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It was strange, it had been seven years since Izuku had met Eight, he was now 11 years old, but the brunette hadn't aged a bit. Izuku was starting to wonder how old he really was, but it didn't really matter since the way he acted was anything but mature.

In the years that they had known eachother, he somehow became part of the Midoriya family. Inko had immediately taken a liking to Eight, how couldn't she, he was practically her sons best and only friend.

Izuku might have had a quirk, but that still didn't stop him from being seen as the strange kid by others. Instead of playing videogames and making friends like other 11 year olds, he would always have his nose in a book, only looking up when someone talked to him. The other children simply found it creepy how he would often sit in the corner of the room, with his eyes speeding across the old yellowish pages of the book.

He once picked up rumors about him reading about how to sacrifice people to demons, not that it wasn't amongst the things in the books that he had gotten from Eight, but still. 

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"Vi?" Izuku called out to his friends as they sat at the dinner table together. The brown haired hummed in response, waiting for Izuku to continue. "How old are you?" the usual grin appeared on Octavio's lips, he had waited for that question to finally be asked. "I'm 357 years old! 358 soon actually!" Izuku just nodded while he opened his notebook. He had a whole page dedicated to the Sorcerer, it didn't have much on it though.

The page included a sketch of Eight, his first name, his quirk and a few things Izuku had picked up about his past. The magic apprentice already knew that his teacher had to be quite old as he had talked about being hunted for witchcraft until he found the traveling library he now calls "The Haven of Sorcery".

"You're not shocked or at least a tiny bit suprised!?" Eight almost whined, he had expected a bigger reaction. "You had to be born before the quirk-era" Izuku responded as he wrote the newly acquired information down. Eight started to pout, waiting for the greenette to finish writing to get his attention. 

"And there are bigger things for me to wonder about" he mumbled, his tongue peaking out through his lips as he wrote. "Oh really, like what?" Octavio asked liked the whiny child he is, Izuku stopped writing, "Like my past" tension suddenly filled the room. It was a recurring topic and Eight had been able to change the topic everytime, but the older Izuku would get, the harder it would be for him to keep it a secret from Izuku.

"What is there to wonder about?" Eight asked, an innocent smile on his face. "Oh I don't know, maybe who I used to be! You just suddenly stepped into my life, telling me that I'm the reincarnation of someone but whenever I ask about it, I never get an answer from you!" Izuku yelled at him, ignoring the small tingling in his fingers telling him to let everything out with more than just words.

The golden eyed teenager was silent for a while, just staring blankly at his friend before he finally spoke again, his head lowering. "You were a great hero, in your old life... I just wanted to keep you from reliving your own death" He said in a soft voice, Izuku was instantly met with a wave of guilt, after all, his friend just wanted the best for him.

"I'm sorry.. I just-" "Don't worry, it's fine" And with that, Eight was grinning once again, like nothing had happened. But Izuku couldn't let go of the feeling that something was off, 

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