Cool Ice (IzukuxFuyumi)

16: Black Hole

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9:21 PM

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9:58 PM

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10:27 PM

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11:10 PM

"Ugh." Midoriya scoffed as he threw the blanket off his body and tossed his legs over the right side of his bed to sit on the edge, his hands coming up to his face and rubbing his tired eyes. A heavy sigh exited his chest as he stood out of his bed and slowly approached the door of his bedroom, quietly turning the latch and creaking the door open to exit.

In the open of the main area of his apartment Midoriya took each and every single movement of his steps quietly, preferring to not disturb the sleep of his mother while making his way over to the kitchen. Stopping in front of the refrigerator he carefully opened it, wincing slightly at the clinking noise of the glass containers that lay on the bins attached to the door. At the highest level within was a jug of milk half consumed, removing the jug from it's cold home and shutting the appliance door. Shuffling towards his left he stopped in front of the cupboard and opened to retrieve a single glass, spinning the cap off the jug of milk and pouring it to the halfway mark. With enough milk poured for himself the student wasted no time in lifting the glass and taking a large swig, removing three fourths of the liquid before placing the glass onto the counter.

"Huhhhhh..." The student sighed with his right hand dragging down his face. "What are we doing Izuku what are we doing."

Indeed, what was he doing that it impaired his ability to catch even a solid minute of sleep for the past three hours now? What was supposed to be an early bedtime has ultimately turned into the most dreadful experience of tossing, turning, closing and shutting his eyes repeatedly yet with no luck for success after each attempt. The closest he's gotten to catching even a puff of sleep were the few moments where his body began to feel light like it was gradually slipping hold from this realm and falling into the next. But, again, the roll of his dice were just simply, not in his favor. Not that it was a rarity in his life's experience.

But this, this was something on a completely different level than what he's experienced before. He's had sleepless nights before that he can admit but a night like this was a night where he felt so strange in his body, so strange to do and feel what he's been doing and feeling for his entire life up until now. Breathing felt strange, it felt foreign as with every breath he took it was like his heart thumped twice in the same second. His fingertips felt odd, they felt rough as they dragged and touched the covers of his blankets that he hasn't replaced for several years. He knows the feeling of his covers he knows how soft and cold they can be when exposed to the air conditioning of his apartment. And yet, for tonight, he didn't. Why?