Another World

Izuku Pt. 1

To say Izuku Midoriya was tired was an understatement, he was exhausted and had eyebags that rivles Aizawa sensei's and Shinso Hitoshi's. He hasn't felt this tired since Junior high when he was training with All Might.

"Deku-kun?" Uraraka causiously skipped over to Izuku's desk, Iida not far behind her. "Are you okay? No offence but you look dead."

"Uraraka-san, you should not go around saying such things," lectured Iida, but he didn't have that same firery tone he usually has. Izuku noticed it, Uraraka didn't.

Izuku forced a smile. "I'm fine guys. I just stayed up late last night... Studying."

Uraraka looked worried. "Deku-kun."

“Midoriya-San,” began Iida. “It's good that you wish to study but sleep is of vital importance to the human body especially if you are a hero-in-training. You must get atleast 8 hours of sleep every 24 hours.” Izuku had noticed how Iida had said you and not we. He always said we. But why?

“Deku-kun,” said Uraraka. “You must please get some sleep tonight and not study, okay?”

Izuku felt a pain in his chest. He couldn't tell them that the events of USJ still ran though his mind, leaving a scar he never knows will heal. Even after the sports festival. Now the internships will begin but the nightmares keep getting worse. He couldn't get rid of this gut feeling he had.

He dropped his head onto his desk, his hand almost hitting Bakugo in the process. He mumbled a small yeah to Urarakaʼs advice.

She smiled. “How bout we let you rest before class begins.,” Uraraka grabbed Iida before he could say and dragged him someplace else.

“Thanks,” Izuku mumbled. He looked at the door just I time to see Tsuyu Asui walk in. If only he had been stronger back then, faster, then maybe he would've been able to to do something.

No. Next time he will get stronger so that he won't have to loose anyone. It was because if Aizawa-sensei that she was alive, next time he will be the one to save them.

He looked to where Iida and Uraraka were talking. Uraraka doing most of the talking. Izuku closed his eyes to rest. 'Starting with Iida-kun.' With those thoughts, Izuku allowed a new kind of darkness to consume him.

But, instead of falling asleep, ge found himself lying in grass, surrounded by people that looked like him. Though they dressed different, spoke different and acted different. Really different.

He managed to find out that they weren't just look-alikes but also had the same name and last name as him.

He also had a feeling that there was some sort of rivalry going on between the gloved Midoriya and the Midoriya dressed in the dark green hero costume — suddenly dubbed as Imposter Midoriya.

The coughing Midoriya was put in the spotlight as well but looked like he'd rather be surrounded by villains that be there. Izuku felt sorry for him but was rather grateful that he wasn't in his position.

Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around but found nothing, only a field of grass.

Izuku jolsted awake and sat straight up as fast as he thought inhumainly possible. He almost gave himself a headache — he did give himself a headache! He groaned and placed a hand on his aching head.

He looked around and realized that he had startled everyone. Bakugoʼs hand was held mid-air; he must've been the one that woke Izuku up. All eyes were on him, he saw Aizawa-sensei in front of the class.

He was watching Izuku, aswell.

Suddenly the door slammed open and in came Midnight-sensei. “Who wants to make hero names!?” Wring timing. And she knew it.

Izuku released a breath he never realized he was holding. It was just a dream, he told himself, and yet... It felt so real.

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Sorry for the late update with every thing.

Really hard to do anything when you don't have proper access to technology.

J.J OUT😎