Izuku woke up the next day feeling like he couldn't recognize anything or anyone, like that feeling you get after having a nap after school and waking up at 12:00 thirsty and confused, as he got out of the bed in his room in the huge mansion he prepared a black pair of regular fit jeans, a short sleeve button up with a recurring pattern of spaced out tiny skulls, some black high-top vans with a teal line instead of the normal white, a gold chain with the ankh cross on it which was given to him by his dad a couple of years back, plus his perfume of choice. He then took his confused self to the bathroom, showered with cold water in an attempt to clear his mind up from the insane brain fog he was feeling but to no avail. Feeling disoriented and a bit nauseous, Izuku stumbled into the kitchen and started rummaging through the cabinets for some breakfast. He couldn't remember if he had eaten anything the night before, but his rumbling stomach told him he needed something to eat. As he cooked some eggs, Izuku couldn't help but feel frustrated towards the persistent brain fog that hung over him. He sat down at the kitchen table and tried to collect his thoughts, hoping that some food would help him feel more alert. The sounds of his friends getting ready for the day could be heard through the walls of the manor, but Izuku was stuck in his own little world, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the weed from the night before. He finished his breakfast, cleaned up his dishes, and headed back to his room, hoping to catch a few more hours of sleep before the day's activities began. As he closed the door behind him and layed untop of his unmade bed he suddently realized he felt restless for no reason at all, both too tired to compute and too energetic to rest, so he decided to do the next best thing: cleaning his room, as he made his bed and opened the courtains he looked out the window into Tokyo, and it was a beautiful view, the way that the trees and plants absorbed the sunlight and they rays of sunlight that shined through, creating shapes and shadows in the floor. The clouds looked white and soft almost like cotton candy, and if he really dissociated he could feel the heat of the sun emanating from the glass panes of the window and the birds chirpin, but from that serene state he was in he heard his phone ding, he moved towards it, disconected it from the wall and checked it to find more than 20 messages and even more notifications of other pointless apps. Izuku groaned as he scrolled through the messages and notifications on his phone, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer number of them. He saw messages from his friends, asking if he was okay and wondering where he had disappeared to the night before, probably messages that were sent before their returned. He also saw notifications from Instagram, reminding him of all the stories he had made the night before while high. He cringed as he read through them, realizing that he had posted some embarrassing and inappropriate things outisde of his close friends. He quickly deleted the posts and responded to his friends, assuring them that he was fine and apologizing for worrying them. Fortunetly he sent all those stories to his default private account instead of the public one that he has for future hero PR. As he put down his phone, he felt a wave of embarrassment and regret wash over him, but he knew he couldn't dwell on it. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the negative feelings, and decided to focus on enjoying the rest of the trip with his friends. He walked out of his room once again, his brain quickly telling him to just go back in and sleep, but he pushed through, he went to the living room planning to turn on the TV to watch any type of cartoon that might be fun to watch, but Yayorozu was already there looking at the news.
"Morning Yaomomo," he said as he walked and sat in the arm chair besides the couch.
"Good morning Midoriya, did you sleep well?" she asked
"Yes, the bed is amazing, it felt like I melted into sleep through the pillows." Izuku took a glance and the tv and was quickly distracted by the news
The news anchor speaks as a picture of fire works appear behind her "As a reminder for all of our viewers in Tokyo, today is the Musashi festival,"
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FanfictionIt was a warm sunny day when it all started, Izuku was on his second year of middle school and was being beat up by Katsuki and his underlings. When they left he was left bloody on the floor only to be found by two other older blonds. Years have pas...
