Love's Creation (IzukuxMomo)

III: Catching Up

*BEEEP*
*BEEEP*
*BEEEP*
*BEEEP*

*SLAM*

"Yeah I know, I know." Midoriya groaned, his right hand slipping off of the alarm clock and hanging off the edge of the bed. "Like I wasn't ready for it thirty minutes ago. Mmmrrrrmmm..."

Gripping the blanket by the edge Midoriya threw the cover off of his body and unwillingly rolled onto his butt, throwing his legs over the edge with head lazily swinging up and over his shoulders. Tufts of green hair were splattered in every direction imaginable as a large yawn stretched his mouth from corner to corner, spine curving in with several pops of the bones jerking here and there. His white T-Shirt was heavily disheveled, his left arm having somehow slipped out of the short sleeve and was now pressed against the side of his body hindered by the cloth. He moved to stretch his arms but in doing so realized his arm being held captive, groaning in annoyance as he slipped it over his head and tossed the shirt aside.

Eight thirty in the morning, another night of "sleep" notched under his belt as the man rose from the bed like a zombie and shuffled towards the curtains of the window. How many hours of sleep without disturbance did he manage to score that time? Four? Perhaps five? He doesn't quite remember, only thing he knows for certain was that it definitely didn't pass the six hour mark. What did true sleep feel like? He doesn't remember that bit either as he grabbed the curtain edges and parted them for the early sun to bask the dark room in it's glory.

Three faded claw marks stretched in sync with his left pectoral as Midoriya groaned and arched his body to the left, a thick scar curving from the back right side of his body to the front with a sharpened tip just above his waist. A satisfying series of bone pops crunched in his stretching body as he stood straight again, interlaced his fingers and arched his body slightly to the right this time, the trio of scarred entry and exit bullet wounds on his right shoulder rolling with the movement of rough skin. A pleasant rough hum resonated in his chords as he released the lock of his fingers and squatted down onto his knees, the small patch of rough burnt skin on the left side of his abdomen touching with the same side thigh of his cold shorts and making him slightly wince at the contact. Midoriya leaned from right knee to left and back to the right before he quickly stood up and hopped once, kicking both feet back to his butt and landing with a bounce.

'Good morning everyone.'

'Oh please don't hit us with the good morning knowing full well you were already awake thirty minutes ago.' Nana scolded as Midoriya turned to the right and made for the table where his luggage case had been placed over the surface. 'Good morning, yeah take out the good then we'll talk.'

'Uh-oh, Nana's mom instincts are kicking in again.' The fifth user joked. 'Somebody's gonna be victim to a whole lotta mom talk.'

'Eh, I'm pretty much used to it by now Fifth hmph.'

*ZIIIIIP*

'Honestly I'd be more surprised if a day went by where she didn't give me a mom talk.'

'Ooh if I were alive Ninth I would have dropped money for a bet already.'

'Would you two boys get serious? Izuku's over here losing sleep by the night and you're joking about it!' Nana exclaimed, Midoriya chuckling at her mom side coming out as he rummaged through his luggage for one of his pill bottles. Taking said bottle into his right hand he uncapped the top and popped two white tablets into his left palm. 'And all because he wants to be a stubborn pain in the ass and not find help like he should have done in the first place. But nooooOOOO, what's his solution? Popping antidepressants like they're candies and hoping the problems just go away.'