Just who Is Izuku Midoriya? (ON BREAK)

Chapter Three: Questions, Questions, Questions Galore

Izuku slowly awoke in the same room he had been in beforehand with a massive headache. Groaning, he sat up, clutching his head with one hand. He blinked a few times as everything came back to him. He walked into the center of the blankets, fell unconscious, and watched himself as if he were an outsider looking in.

"Well, that was something." He said, looking up at the others to see them all quickly rush forward, saying stuff. Did they forget he couldn't hear them?

He looked confused, and in return, they paused. The voice said, "They can hear you, but you cannot hear them." He slowly nodded, taking the information in.

The others seemed to frown at this. He watched as Aizawa seemed to say something before the voice spoke again: " Aizawa wishes to know if you're alright."

Ah, "I'm fine. I have a headache, but that is all." Quite a few looked very relieved to hear that.

"That will go away soon. Nezu wishes to know what you remember."

"I remember walking up here before passing out. Then, watching a younger me watch a villain fight. It was rather strange." His principle nodded. "What was that, by the way?" Izuku asked.

"I was showing the others a bit about you so you could better understand the process of what's going on, and I thought it would be easier if you knew what they watched instead of having to catch you up."

"So, wait, they saw all that?" Izuku's face flushed a deep shade of red as he buried it in his hands and groaned, not daring to look up to see their reactions. Oh gosh, that's embarrassing.

"Yes, they did." The voice responded, determined to kill the poor boy.

"I will allow each group to ask questions separately since you all seem to have something to say. You may choose to answer or not, Izuku." The voice continued.

His classmates' voices came into play, and he turned to look at them as they realized he could hear them.

They all started talking at once as his hand shot to his ears. "One at a time, please!"

Bakugo, of course, went first. "WHAT THE HELL SHITTY NERD! WHEN THE FUCK DID YOU LEARN HOW TO DO THAT?!?!"

Izuku rolled his eyes at his classmate's poor language and huffed. "It said I started at 4, and I did. I never learned, though. I just kind of did it, and it got better over time. It's not like anyone taught me."

Before he could say anything else, Uraraka spoke up, "I know you already answered, but are you sure you're okay?"

Izuku gave her his best 'calm' smile and relaxed his posture slightly. It was a practiced habit. Those who were afraid often responded worse when they were met with more fear. He nodded, looking her in the eyes so she knew he meant it. And he did! Even if he was worried and a bit disoriented (if that's what you can call a pounding headache), he was alive and still had quite a bit of fight.

Mirio spoke up, "Can you really do that?"

"Do what?"

"The... Analyzing thing..."

"Oh, well, that was, like, two years ago. I'm much better at it now than observations and questions." The room froze, but he didn't seem to notice. "I can pinpoint weaknesses easily now, and I like to develop support gear and other ideas to help them improve. Plus, I'm a whole lot more organized while writing everything."

"If you have all that, why not share it with the person?" Tokoyami asked.

"Well... Most people aren't a fan of it. The thought of having someone else know more about your quirk and fighting style than you do is...unnerving to most. Not to mention having someone else pointing out your weaknesses." He said, rubbing the back of his neck to soothe his nerves.