another MHA angst story

reuniting

Things only got worse when he walked into his first period class.

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Izuku walked into class wearing his uniform with a black long sleeve shirt underneath it all. It was fairly empty except for the high-strung boy who he met at entrance exams. He sat down at his desk, happy to be off his feet. His dad had put him through a particularly harsh bout of torture yesterday and just about every part of his body hurt.

He was ok. He was just tired. That's what he told himself. The pounding headache that was leaving his head foggy and his processing of his surroundings much slower than usual was affecting him more than he realized. He was slow to reply to people who waved hello, he wasn't making a great impression.

The first sign that day was going to be rough was the glare Bakugo gave him when he walked in. And it wouldn't have been that bad, but his glare stayed. Izuku could feel his red eyes burning into the back of his skull, imprinting nervous thoughts into his aching head.

He blinked slowly, he just needed to get through today. Hopefully his headache would go away and everything would be fine.

A few minutes after class started, the teacher walked in. His heart sank. He recognized him, the man who had helped him home when he was 12 years old. The first person who knew he self harmed. The first person who ever listened to his problems without hating him.

The first person who saw him as a real person rather than a waste of space. He felt like crying when he saw him, maybe it was the reminder of how shit his life was then and the terrifying fact that it was turning back into that.

Eraserhead.

The hero's eyes flicked over to him, the glimmer of recognition in his eyes was fleeting. He looked back to the rest of the class quickly.

Izuku noticed. He knew they recognized eachother. And for some reason that made him feel terrified. It made him feel like his throat was closed and his lungs didn't work. He didn't show it visibly but he felt like crying.

Why was he panicking so much? Why was he so scared.

When Aizawa eventually let them talk to eachother and introduce themselves, Izuku could barely bring himself to talk. He made light conversation with Ururaka, the girl he had saved.

After a couple minutes he was so anxious he felt like he was drowning. Ururaka picked up on it, "deku? Are you okay? You look stressed."

Izuku just nodded, "I'm just anxious." For some reason admitting it made him feel a bit better, "that's all. Sorry."

Ururaka nodded, "that's okay! I totally get it. What are you anxious about?" He just shrugged.

He could list a trillion things he was anxious about, but he gave the least relevant one, "I guess I'm just nervous about the first day and stuff. I get all w-worked up over stuff like this for some r-reason." He cursed at himself for his stutter. Ururaka just smiled sweetly.

What a kind girl. He was so thankful she wasn't mean like everyone had always been to him. He thought she might be the kindest person he'd ever met, other than All Might.

It was sad how he genuinely didn't understand that you shouldn't have to live a life expecting evil around every corner. Unfortunately, that's the way things were for him growing up.