Hopefully this'll hold y'all heathens off while I continue the main event.
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The sunlight felt lovely on my skin this morning, it's blessing gaze falling atop my prone form taking in all of its warmth.
It's fire bright orb glazing into my own, merging into a just dewy grassy sheen. A purr escaped me I assume hence the vibrato in my throat.
He was smiling brighter than usual today, the ravaging quirk seemed to be at bay. His eyes could just be seen between his squint, he lay on his side, lax.
Legs bent ever so slightly in a relaxed position, arms laid tucked somewhat underneath his chest as his head rested on the carpet.
They found him like that for the entire morning. He didn't come to class either, which was unusual for sure but, he didn't seem bothered.
He remained unbothered for awhile, until Aizawa showed his grumpy mug. Bearing even more weight of restless sleep.
He nudged the smiling kid, who even in his sleep still smiled in the face of danger. Again he nudged a bit harder than before with his foot.
The kid was curled in an oddly shaped ball, an attempt at keeping the warmth in. He guessed. He noticed that Midoriya appeared rather smaller in stature than normal, but paid no mind when said kid peered right up at him with pupils wide.
Aizawa made a notion for Midoriya to get up and away from the sliding glass door, even though his brain begged him for a nap. He could never achieve deep level sleep with this class.
Midoriya continued to peer up at him having an argument with his mind. His eyes becoming the thought of joining, and this might be the one time he obeys any idea from the problem child.
The thought of being embraced by the suns rays was much more endearing than the idea of teaching his class of aspiring heroes.
The next time someone found Midoriya in his sleep all day and not move area, they also found Aizawa in his sleeping bag slumped against the sliding glass door off to the side by Midoriya.
And the class took many many photos of them sleeping together in the sun. Those of course spread like wildfire and they whole school knew he and his student slacked off the rest of school that day.
Oh, how Aizawa could already hear the mechanical laugher of the principle.
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Adaptable
Fanfiction(BEING REWRITTEN) Class 1A's resident problem child is back at it again for being a trouble magnet. Deku gets himself into a unwanted mess with a transformation quirk. As the class has fun more trouble arises from the shadows...
