Izuku knows he can’t lay on this grass forever, but dang is it tempting. The earth radiates a pleasant heat, clouds blot out the glaring sun, soft grass cushions his head, all he needs to do is close his eyes and he’ll be out like a light. But things don’t always play out like Izuku wants.
Iida comes into Izuku’s field of vision. His expression perplexed, he asks, “Midoriya, are you aware that you’re on the ground?”
Izuku makes eye contact with his friend. “Yes, I’m aware.”
“Ah... do you need any help getting up?”
“Nah, I’m good.” Izuku’s eyes close on their own, letting the post-adrenaline calm wash over him. “This is actually really nice.” He hears new footsteps and a familiar, feminine voice.
“M-Midoriya? Are you ok? Do we need to get Recovery—“
“M’fine.” Izuku says, opening his eyes to look at his two friends. “Just tired.” Extended use of One for All seems to have that effect. He might have to look into more stamina training.
Uraraka blinks, “Oh, okay.” He’s not expecting her to lay down next to him. “Man,” She says, stretching her arms above her head, “this feels nice.” Lifting her head, she gestures to the open space next to her. “Iida, join us.”
“Midoriya, Uraraka, this is hardly befitting of Yuuei students—“
Uraraka starts chanting “join us”, Izuku joins in after the second chant. By then, his eyes have closed again, but he can feel Iida sitting down through the earth.
“I still stand by what I said... but you were both correct to say that this does feel rather nice.”
Uraraka laughs. “The exam wonder trio, back at it again.”
They sit around like that until Present Mic starts announcing the final students to pass the finish line. His scrapes sting and throb with movement, but Izuku ignores it in favor of looking around. While the power nap was very much needed, it leaves him a tad drowsy. He spots Oijiro, Tokoyami, Bakugou, Todoroki, and... the kid from 1-C who looks like he hasn’t slept a day in his life. He’s making eye contact, staring at Izuku with such hate it leaves him baffled. As far as Izuku can remember, he’s never interacted with this guy, never had the chance to shove his foot into his mouth or make a faux pass, so why is he mad?
Present Mic comes in over the loudspeakers. “And coming in forty-first and fourty-second, Yaoyorazu Momo and Mineta Minoru! Give it up for the students who’ve made it into the second round!” The few jumbo screens placed around the arena start playing clips of the race, starting with footage of Izuku using the mines to laugh himself forwards.
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A Wallflower's Thorns
FanfictionIzuku Midoriya/96,438 words Maybe one day he'd be unafraid to tell people that he existed. Stand tall and announce that he was, in fact, there. For now though, he was more than content going day to day, weaving past his classmates and having them no...
