3rd P.O.V.
It's been almost two years since Izuku has lost his memories. During this time, Izuku went through a lot of different experiences that he would have never dreamed of in his 'past life'. Well that is, if he even remembered of the time before he woke up that one day with no memories whatsoever of who he was or what he was doing there or anything as a matter of fact.
Izuku had really changed since first "awakening" that one day.
~Flashback to the day Izuku lost all his memories~
"W-who are y-you?" the green haired boy asked frightfully of the man sitting before him. "N-no, who am I?!" The boy started to panic and almost hyperventilate as his mind started panicking. It was trying to grasp at any strand of memory in order to answer either one of those questions only to grab at air. That feeling of emptiness was starting to gnaw at the boy little by little as he fretted and struggled in his chair -- to which he was bound.
"Now now. Let's calm down a little, shall we? There's no need to look like that...we won't hurt you..." the man sitting before him, covered in hands, said in a quiet soothing tone to the boy in front of him. It almost seemed wrong as if those words just didn't fit the man and his personality. But the boy, not knowing anything didn't catch on to this strangeness. The boy started relaxing a little, his tense features starting to ease up a little as a small sigh of relief left him.
Though this was all done too soon as the man covered in hands before him was not done talking. "...that is if you do everything we tell you to do. I wouldn't want to hurt you, much less kill you right? So I'd just do everything we tell you to without complaint and then you just might not feel like you want to die every second of every day. Got it?" As the man finished speaking he had a most dangerous grin on his face.
Izuku was only able to give a slight nod in response as fear had already flooded and enveloped his whole body like a dark and thunderous cloud.
"Glad that you understand. Now, you remember nothing right?"
The boy nodded mutely.
"Then let me wrap this up for you. My name is Tomu. You are to call me Tomu-sensei. You will go by Deku here. Do not respond to anything else, got it? The others here will introduce themselves when they want to. You will do everything we tell you and anything less will result in me having to give you a beating for not following directions. Understood?" Tomu flicked Izuku's head rather roughly as he noticed the boy seemed a little not in the conversation. (A/N: I wasn't sure what name to give him so I went with Deku as most don't really know of his hero name and only a few people like Uraraka and Katsuki actually call him Deku. That way he won't respond when say someone tries to call his name or talk to him using "Izuku" or "Midoriya".)
Izuku, or Deku now, only nodded once more. He seemed to be overloaded with all this new stuff even though he really wasn't told a lot of things... 'D-deku...? W-why does that name feel like it's both a good and bad thing to me...' Though with the feeling of these emotions came a piercing pain in the front of his head. Izuku grunted in pain as he bent over forwards in his chair till the pain dulled to a small pulsing throb in his head.
He lifted his head once again to face a slightly annoyed Tomu. "Hey Deku, you better listen to me unless you wanna walk out of here with one eye purple," he growled.
"I-i'm sorry. Just my head, something's wrong...it hurts."
"Then suck it up and deal with it!" Tomu slapped Izuku as his annoyance slipped out. "Don't let emotions take over you or you'll be in pain all the time then!"
The reply was yet another nod as Izuku had once again fallen silent, seeing as talking back and saying things that aren't agreeable to Tomu would result in him probably getting hit again.
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