It felt like just yesterday when he was on the verge of mental collapse.
From change to change came more numbness.
At the beginning of it all, he was unhappy. When the changes became more frequent, it only escalated.
Part of him rationalized at the beginning, when his mother went missing and he was put into a university at a less than standard age, he figured he could make use of his intellectual capacity.
Then she'd died.
The house was empty. And cold.
He knew the world wasn't fair when he killed his own father. He knew the world wasn't fair when the killer of his mother was a free man. He knew it wasn't fair that at every instance possible, life fucked him over.
But with this? With that fact staring at him, mocking him at every waking moment?
He fucking hated life, and he hated the world.
The house wasn't home anymore. But he'd continued living there, since he didn't really have a choice.
But it clawed at him every day.
The fact she wasn't here stared him in the face, and it fucking sucked.
But he adapted, like he always does.
Part of him wished that he never took Nezu's offer, and instead just continued his high school years, lived a relatively normal life.
Inefficient and a waste of time. It was less optimal, his mind had said.
So he listened, because his mind kept him alive. And he didn't really enjoy wasting time.
He kind of hated that part of his mind.
Then there was moving across whole continents.
Papers upon papers, getting signatures, signing up for courses and then getting the Visa ready.
That was more exhaustive than his work as Kuro Oni. And that was with Nezu's help and connections.
All of the stress, the depression, hate, anger and every negative emotion Izuku had was shoved down as deep as possible, until they formed a grotesque congestion of numbness.
It felt like just yesterday, waking up and having his mother play obnoxiously loud music first thing in the morning.
It felt like just yesterday, when he was a kid holding hands with and eating the bento his mother had made while they watched the sakura trees blossom.
It felt like just yesterday, when he gave away all his merchandise before moving away.
It felt like just yesterday, when he was having the time of his life showing Momo the taste of delicious fast food.
It felt like just yesterday, when he was young, and didn't know he was waking across a beach made with the sands of time, each step beneath his feet just a grain that fell in the hourglass, slipping by unnoticed.
It felt like just yesterday, when he wasn't staring down his Master, ready to cut off the man's neck.
x-X-x
The library was quiet, the silence only being broken whenever a question from Kaminari or Kyoka popped and Izuku answered.
They're both in some form of engineering, Kaminari in Electrical and Kyoka in Sound.
"That about does it." Izuku stretches, closing his notebook and placing it into his bag.
The other teens seem nervous for the exams, the theory one this monday and the practical two weeks from now.
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Midoriya of the Dragon's Blood
Fanfic"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...
