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okay not gonna lie
in the making of this I got super distracted
I'm writing my own original novel which i plan on publishing (like, real publishing not on wattpad or anything, maybe, I'm not sure) which keeps me busy a lot of the time and is what I'm focusing on full time so that definitely kept me from updating
Bleach has finally returned, aka one of my favorite pieces of fiction OF ALL TIME, which kept me hyped and excited for a while
and a lot of stuff started going on which lowk kept me from updating
like roblox tower defense games are seriously addicting and i have genuinely no clue why like it doesnt even make any sense
BUT I'M BACK NOW SO ITS AIGHT
I PRESENT TO YOU, CHAPTER TWO
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-small warnings: this chapter heavily delves into depression, so if u dont fw that, you might as well js skip because its got a lot to do with it, at least the first half of the chapter so...
His eyes are wide open-- and have been for quite some time now.
Y/N doesn't understand.
Why can't he get out of bed?
Why can't he move? Just move. It shouldn't be this hard.
He's been given a second chance at live, by the God of the universe, something he's sure doesn't come often, and it's not something he wants to waste.
So why is he?
"Izuku! It's time to get out of bed, honey!"
Inko.
His- no, Midoriya's, mother.
He wants to reply. "Say something," but he doesn't.
Y/N hates this.
He hates himself.
Pathetic. He feels pathetic, and maybe Y/N should.
He should be happy-- grateful.
And even though he is, he doesn't feel like it.
Any normal person would be jumping with joy, checking out all of the new experiences that this world has to offer them, but not him.
Hell, even if they weren't, at the very least, they'd be able to get out of bed and just live.
But not him.
He struggles-- trying to force himself to get up, but he just can't.
Inko calls for him again, and again, until finally she enters into the room.
She radiates concern; something he hasn't felt from his real mother since he was but a child.
Before his brother was born.
"Izu, are you okay?"
He tries to answer, for the second time now, but again, he just can't.
But Y/N doesn't have to.
Because Inko knows.
Not the extent of what's really going on, of course not, and Y/N is going to make sure that she never does, because she can never know whatever happened to the real Izuku Midoriya, but Inko knows that something is going on with him, with her baby.
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