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The Screaming.... the destruction... everything is falling down around me... The voices screaming at me to stay awake... to not let go. What do you want, this is all I could think to myself as I can't really see anything as it's all a blur to me but I feel like these scenes that keep going on in front of me are important... that these voices are people I know. Every time I try to reach out to grab something to stop it from moving it slips through my hands like sand and the only thing I can feel is my heart racing as my body knows this is important.
Then there was yelling... "Come on kid! You have done enough so you need to pull through!" - Yelled someone.... that voice!? "Gran Torino?" I said but suddenly I felt my body jolt back and the next this I knew I was awake in my bed.
"What... what was that!?" I said as I looked around my room and see the destruction of my room. "Oh... not again!? Aizawa-sensei is going to kill me for breaking my room again!" I yelled out as I got off my bed and started to clean the broken glass from the window up. Then a knock on my door happened. *KNOCK, KNOCK... KNOCK* "I'm coming!" I shouted as I went to my dorm room door. Opening it up, I saw several of my classmates who lived on the same floor as me looking in concern. "Hi...." I said with a hand rubbing my head in embarrassment due to the position I found myself in as something like this has happened before but a while back. This happened the last time I saw the vision from the past users then later on I had awakened Black Whip... I hope this isn't another quirk popping up again. I thought as I ensured my classmates that I was alright. "Whatever you say Midoriya..." said one of my classmates as I convinced them everything was alright as I didn't want to deal with sensei being pissed this early in the morning. I will tell him about it later after class so he is more awake.
This is going to take so long to clean up... I thought to myself as I got back to work on cleaning my room up. As I worked on my room I just couldn't sake the disturbing feeling that I had in the back of my mind as I thought of the blurry images and sounds that I heard in that nightmare. Well... I hope it was just a nightmare because if it was something from one for all then I don't know what they could be trying to tell me or show me this time but I didn't like it.
Hours Later...
"Cleaning duty... not so bad." I muttered as I walked towards my dorm room as I had just gotten done telling Aizawa-sensei about the broken glass window. Of course, he was less than pleased about me breaking a window again but I luckily only got away with just cleaning duty this time since I caught him right after he had some of his good coffee brand. Walking back into my room I was just glad the glass was fixed but I am quite sad I destroyed another All Might figure as it was a collectable as well. Sighing, I changed my clothing and went to bed as all of that cleaning I had to do just drained me and it was late in the afternoon already.
~Next Day~
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"Listen up you brats... with all of you being on your work studies it doesn't given you an excuse to slack off in your training or homework. If anything it means you need to work even harder! To be good heroes you need to know how to function in basic society as well... as such, principal Nezu has decided that today we will be taking a trip to the U.S.J once again for more rescue training. Any questions?" Aizawa said as he glanced around the room at his problem students. Seeing no questions, Aizawa told all of his students to gather their hero outfits and head out to the bus pickup spot so that they could head off to the U.S.J. However, unknown to all of them the U.S.J would once again come to a short end as fate at other plans for all of them...
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The Curator of Time
FanfictionWhy hello there!? Did you step off at the wrong station? No!? Well... while we wait for the next train to come get you why don't we take a peek behind this curtain to see what lies ahead in the future for some of our favorite individuals? Hmm? Who a...