A faint voice rings somewhere...
"What are you doing, my son?" Inko asked, not looking away from the cutting board and the garlic she was chopping.
"You asked me to put the pasta on right?" Izuku confirmed.
"What are you doing son?" Inko asked again, having stopped the knife.
"Mom? What's wrong?" Izuku asked concerned.
"Why are you doing nothing? I trusted you to save me! Yet you sleep in a comfortable bed?! How dare you?!" She exclaimed. Her chopping taking on an incomprehensible speed, covering the kitchen top with her own blood.
Wasting no time, Izuku got around to stopping her.
"What the hell are you doing! Stop it!" He said grabbing her hand.
"Too slow, my son." Inko smiled. Her eyes bleeding as she shoved the knife into her own throat.
"Save me..... before it is too late." Her voice, disappearing into the void begged.
With a gasp he sprung straight up. His body, sweaty. Pulse quickened and green pupils dilated. His eyes felt moist and sure enough when he looked in the mirror, his eyes were puffy.
He stared at himself with a sharp eye, disgusted at his own mind. That wasn't his mother. She would never do anything like that. He splashed the sink's ice cold water to try to forget. Trying not to think. If that wasn't his mother.....
....Then why did that feel so real?
Safe to say, Izuku didn't sleep well in the new bed.
He'd woken up early. 3:27 A.M. And he wasn't going to get around to sleeping anytime soon. Thankfully, the UA gyms were open 24/7.
The sound of the 200kg barbell dropping onto the deadlift platform felt like music to his ears. Like a much needed therapy session.
After a heavy pull workout he made his way back to the apartment. Opting to make himself a sandwich once he got back.
Getting his apartment (dorm) set up was pretty simple. It was a room on the far corner of the floor, close to the stairwell. Since the even semester had ended, the students had a 2 month long break. Though he hoped Nemuri would wake before that, the part of his mind that liked to be prepared liked the 2 months they had.
The dorm was standard Issue, though it was made with UA standards, hence bigger. It had an apartment feel to it. Kitchen, 1 bath and a master bedroom. Generous, and spacious. Too bad he wouldn't be staying long.
He was on his way to the Dean's office, hoping to speak to him about getting an early diploma. He'd finished the H.S portion for technical courses a long time ago. He was done wasting time.
The desk lady asked him to sit down. Nezu was taking a call, apparently.
No calls from the hospital. So Nemuri wasn't awake yet. It had been a day since then. No calls from Tsukauchi either. Though there was no surprise there.
Considering all variables of the incident. The difference in the injuries of the puppet and Nemuri, it's likely the warper was involved. Makes sense that there would be no traces of battle.
Damned quirks. Why couldn't things be simple for once? Why could he never catch a break? It's like the boulder he was rolling up the hill only got heavier.
And Kayama-san, he wondered how bad it was. Her quirk immobilizes foes upon inhaling. That means anyone that's prepared would have a gas mask. If their martial prowess exceeded Nemuri's then....
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Midoriya of the Dragon's Blood
Fanfiction"Oh shinobi, open your eyes." These are the words a small child named Izuku remembers from his extremely vivid dream. He was wounded and hungry, which shouldn't be possible since it was just a dream, right? Follow this story as a child finds his spo...
