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Chapter 3 - A Day in Izuku Midoriya's Life

At 6:10 every morning, Izuku's alarm clock rings and the sun seeps through his window to his face. Izuku has a very foolish habit of keeping his Air Conditioning on every night at the lowest temperature, so he always wakes up freezing, despite the fact he always pulls his comfortable velvet blanket over his head. And today, like any other day, was no exception. 

Each day, he only has twenty-five to thirty minutes each morning to get to the university with Katsuki, because walking over to the nearby train station will take ten minutes and the train would take another ten minutes to the university. 

Izuku pulled himself off his bed and walked over to the little dressing table he had in a corner and turned the AC off and tied a towel around his waist. He pouted and walked over to the bedroom, he brushed and bathed the previous night thoroughly, so all he needed to do was take his shit, take a small shower, brush his teeth again, eat breakfast, and sit at his waiting spot and wait for Katsuki so they could walk together. 

He plopped himself on the toilet and took his own sweet time, dozing off every now and then. The schedule for University was still a bit rough, back in high school, he'd only have to wake up at 7:00 and go to school at 8:00, but things were a lot different at University and he was always looking forward to the weekends where he could sleep in late. 

Katsuki was always an early riser however, totally a morning person, Izuku wondered how his Kacchan always did it. They both were kind of the late kids in Elementary but things changed when they grew apart and now Katsuki was an early riser. Izuku always thought he woke up at 5:30 or something but it turns out the boy wakes up at 5:00.

He got up and walked over to the shower, getting a very brief one and not even washing his hair since he did the previous night itself, and brushed his teeth a bit more carefully. He walked out of the bathroom, feeling fresher and more awakened. he opened the small dresser he had standing next to the dressing table and scanned his 12 clothes hanging. 

He took a light vermillion-shaded button down with light yellow buttons on his pockets and took a soft teal plain t-shirt to wear inside. He took matching soft-colored yellow pants and took a light blue hat to finish the outfit off. Feeling like a big pastel lover, he put his t-shirt on and put the button down over it, not willing to button it in. 

He ran a comb through his hair lightly and put his hat in the backways. What a symbol of rebellion indeed. 

He pushed his hair down from his hat and underwear and then his pants over it. he took the towel off his waist and took the backpack that he had packed the last night according to his schedule, placed it on the bed, and walked out of the room. 

"Here Izuku, Mom told you to eat up," Itsumi said, placing his plate on the coffee table.

Since Izuku wouldn't go to the ground floor, Itsumi would always bring him food upstairs, and sometimes even feed him. "Thanks, Itsumi" Izuku said and sat down on the sofa. Breakfast was quite simple, sweet rolled omelet, octopus sausages(since Izuku loves them a lot), gravy, and plain rice. "Thank you for the food," Izuku said, gently putting his hands up together. 

After eating it and Itsumi often feeding Izuku the sausages he was done. "See you later Mom!" Izuku yelled, leaning into the staircase railing. He could see the falter in his mother's eyes and the small frown. "See you later Izuku sweetie" Inko replied, and Izuku ran back into his room. 

"Bye 'Sumi!" Izuku said, waving to her. Itsumi smiled and waved back and Izuku took his bag. He lifted his window up and hung his bag on the tree near his window. He pushed himself up the window, a risky way, but even he knew he was stubborn and he never used the front door to get to Uni.

He pulled himself up the tree, balancing himself on one hand before he pulled himself above the tree. he sat on the tree branch, sighing. He couldn't afford another broken bone. it was hard to type with those things, moreover moving his mouse a lot was a pain in the ass whenever he moved his mouse with a broken bone. He already had enough scars from falling over and over.