I have to...

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3rd p.o.v

Midoriya had to work much harder than everyone else. How else could he get to the top and become the no.1 hero like all might? He didn't know when to stop after all isn't pushing yourself past the limit good? This is what Izuku asked himself over and over as he made his way to school. His legs were aching with a dull pain, pulsing as if warning him to stop. The bandages on his hands dirty and every so slightly ripped. Izuku could hardly remember a time when he wasn't wearing bandages somewhere on his body. The pain hardly bothered him anymore for he had gotten used to it.

Izuku was always up in the dead of night when there was no one out to make a sound. Studying meant more to him then getting sleep all though, in the end, he knew it wasn't a good idea. On top of everything, he wouldn't eat until the late afternoon only surviving off of water. 'I'm fine'. He told himself, wearing a bright smile. This was helping him right? But, why does it feel like somethings wrong...

His thoughts were cut off when he saw Iida and Uraraka standing at the entrance waiting for him. He smiled at them and waved still feeling exhausted from the walk. What more could he ask for? His friends were always caring towards him and he was finally in the school of his dreams. What more could he ask for?

As Iida and Uraraka talked to each other he began to limp. Exhaustion rolled over him like a wave and he felt as if he could no longer go on. Nevertheless, he continued on and ignored the twinge of pain shooting up his leg. Of course, his legs weren't the only things hurting on his body at the moment but, he had been overworking them.

Ever since Izuku realized what he needed to do in order to train correctly he had been practicing his kicks and continuously running after school on the track. Since he trained for so long after school, when he got home he hardly had any time to eat dinner and do his schoolwork. However, he wouldn't let this affect him. He had to continue on.... he had too.

The school halls were lit by the windows going alongside the wall. Everywhere around the campus students were dressed in their school uniforms accompanied by a big fluffy scarf. It was currently winter so everything seemed to be tinted with a light blue, almost like a filter. The winter always seemed to remind Izuku of Todoroki.

Todoroki....

Of course, they were friends but, Izuku couldn't help but want to be more than that. He wanted to get closer to the icy-hot boy who made him feel alive. There was something special about Todoroki and all Izuku wanted to do was uncover the mysteries of him. Of course, he probably had no chance with him. Recently it felt as if Todoroki was more distant than usual.

Speaking of the red and white haired boy, there he was standing at the end of the hall. For a second Izuku forgot about the pain in his leg as he watched him walk towards class. Izuku being the clumsy person he is fell straight on to his face. His forehead was bruised and hurt like crazy. As he sat up blood trickled down his nose. To make things even better Todoroki had witnessed the whole scene and walked over.

"Midoriya are you okay?" He asked, concerned for the boy he had warmed up to.

"Y-yeah, it's just a scratch and a little bit of blood," Izuku said flashing Todoroki a warm smile, "I get injured all the time."

Izuku waved his hand in dismissal, he was 100% fine. Todoroki, however, saw the big bruise forming on his forehead and knelt down putting his right hand over the injury to relieve some of the pain.

"You need to take better care of yourself," Todoroki said sighing lightheartedly.

Todoroki would never admit it but whenever the short curly haired boy got hurt it made his heart absolutely shatter. He just wanted the boy to stop feeling pain and bring him joy instead. All he wanted to do was help the boy like he had helped him. More than anything he wanted to be by his side, he wanted to be more to the beautiful freckled boy.....

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