My Mute Love

Our endding

The song is not actually written by Izuku

DEKU'S POV

When we get there, everyone's getting ready and rehearsing. I get to a empty room and start practicing my song.

When it's Katsuki's turn to preform, I head over to the audience to watch. Katsuki sings the song Grateful-neffex (the band). When he's done, I go up. Everyone's giving me weird looks, when I grab the microphone. I take the microphone off the stand the make it easier for me to move and sing. "H-hi um...I'm I-iz..." I say stuttering to speak, when I realized everyone's stares of confusion, I freaked out and ran to back stage where no one was at, at least, until Katsuki, came running in, and saw me having a panic attack. He went straight to me, and started hugging me and saying stuff, but I couldn't hear anything and out of no where everything turned black.

When I next woke up, I was in a hospital bed, with Katsuki and my mom sitting next to me. "Where am I?" I thought to myself. Katsuki and my mom were sleeping. I thought, it probably wasn't comfortable on those chairs so I gave them both a blanket, since I had two. When I put the blanket on my mom she stayed asleep, but Katsuki was a different story, when I put the other blanket I had on him, he immediately woke up. He looked so happy to see me. "How are feeling?" He asked immediately. "Fine I guess. I'm just trying to figure out, why I'm in a hospital? I said, still trying to put the blanket on him. He picked me up and put me back on the bed. "Get some more rest, okay." He said. "Okay." I replied.

When I next woke up, Katsuki was trying to wake me up. "Wake up, I brought food." He said. I looked back at him, he was holding food.

"Your being discharged in a few hours." Katsuki said. "Do you have questions?" I asked trying to still eat the food. "Those can wait till later, all that matters is that your alright." He said. I felt guilty for hiding, but what was I supposed to do, tell everyone that I'm that missing singer and to not tell people.

After I got discharged, I left the hospital. My mom, Katsuki, and I went to the car and drove home. Katsuki stay to make sure I was fine. As soon as we got the house, me and Katsuki went to my room. I close the door and said "Questions?" "Who are really?" He asked me. "Izuku Midoriya." I replied. "Why did you go missing?" He asked "personal issues." I replied. "Why were you pretending to be mute?" "Kinda obvious, don't you think?" I ask him. Why did you want come out of hiding, now of all times?" He asked. "Can't say." I reply. "Do you still want to do your performance?" He asked me. "Can I do blindfolded?" I asked. "If it helps." He said.

It been two days since the accident and I'm getting ready to go upstage in just a couple of minutes. When the time comes for me to go up there, I'm frightened. "Hello again, I'm sorry for what happen the last time I was here, but let me reintroduce myself. I'm Izuku Midoriya. As you may know I went missing about a year and a half ago. I was dealing with some personal issues. I know it was no excuse to be gone for that long and I am sorry. Today I will be singing a song I wrote.

Izuku: I'm from East side of America where we choose pride over character and we can pick sides but this is us, this is us, this is. I live West side of America where we spin lies into fairy dust and we pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is and don't believe in narcissism when everyone projects and expects you to listen to 'em, make no mistake, I live in a prison that I built myself, it is my religion and they say that I am the sick boy, easy to say when you don't the risk, boy welcome narcissism we're united our indifference and I'm from East side of America where we desensitize by hysteria and we can pick sides but this is us, this is us, this is I live West side of America where we spin lies into fairy dust and we pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is, I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy they say that I am sick boy and they call me the sick boy don't believe in narcissism when everyone projects and expects you to listen to 'em, make no mistake, I live in a prison that I built myself, it is my religion and they say that I am the sick boy easy to say when you don't the risk, boy welcome narcissism we're united our indifference, feed yourself with my life's work, how many likes is my live worth? feed yourself with my life's work, how many likes is my live worth? feed yourself with my life's work, how many likes is my live worth? feed yourself with my life's work, how many likes is my live worth? And I'm from the East side of America I am the, I am the, I am th sick boy I live of West side of America I am the, I am the, I am th sick boy and I'm from the East side of America they say that I am the sick boy I live one the West of America they call me the sick boy I am the sick boy I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy they say that I am the sick boy they call me the sick boy

The song ends

Everyone start clapping and cheering. When I went to greet my class I wasn't sure what they were going to think, but they where happy and excited.

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Later on in life

Me and Katcchan(that's what I call him) are married and have two very happy kids. We are happy and everyone in still in touch and very close.