Blinded Deku :BNHA:

An Insightful Craft

The wind rushes through my hair and my legs are starting to burn from running for so long. My thoughts were finally clear for the first time since I woke up from my coma.

Buzz

I step to the side and feel a person push by. These goggles were helping a ton. I can finally run and don't have to use a cane to get around. It feels remarkably less restrictive. Like a bird flying through the air, the breeze ruffling it's feathers.

Buzz

I turn to the right. I wonder how all of my friends are doing, what stuff happened after the battle in those weeks that I was asleep. Probably a lot of stuff, things always seem to be going on in Class-1A. Things have calmed down ever since All Might retired though.

Buzz

I turn to the left. They're probably doing just fine without me. Maybe even better, that hand guy really seems to have it out for me. He really does hate me. I wonder why. He's kind of like a big man-child and that neck thing he does.

Buzz

I stop dead in my tracks. My heart racing and not just from the running.

You really think running is going to help you?

I gulp, my face steaming up and my palms becoming damp. I haven't felt fear like this since I was still scared of Bakugo.

Whatever, but word of advice. If your gonna get you eyes back your gonna need to try harder.

A gust of wind sends chills down my spine and it's gone.

"Start directions home" I mumble into my microphone and run home. A left, what if that thing was following me. A right, no it can't be following me people would have been screaming. A right, yeah it's not following me. A left, but it is really fast it could just run up to my door step in under a second. A right, why would it though, it only seems to be trying to help me. A left, but what if it just wants to kill me.

I remember the smell of coming out of the things mouth the last time I fought it. What if it was killing people. What if it ended up killing me.

No it hasn't killed me yet, why would it kill me now.

Your destination is on your right.

I'm home, my heart thumping in my chest feeling as if it was going to explode if I ran any longer. I burst through the door a waft of cool air brushing over me.

"Izuku!" My mom shouts worriedly, "Is everything all right, oh my goodness why are you so worn out. Did something happen."

"I-I..." I start to tell her everything, "No... its nothing."

"Ok..." My mom says, suspicion plaguing her voice, "If you say so."

I start to walk back to my room, All I really want to do is lie down and rest after everything that happened in the past hour.

"Oh, by the way," my mom pipes up, "Mr. Aizawa called a few minutes ago. He says your welcome to come back to U.A. if you want, they say that just cause your blind doesn't mean that you can't be a hero. If your gonna go back you have to be there next Monday."

I stand in shock. Do they really think I can still be a hero, do they really think my dreams aren't dead. A smile grows on my face.

"Yeah!"

I run back to my room, a new found energy filling me, excitement overflowing as I pack my books back into my bag.

Monday.

Two days away.