Once everything was settled in,Izuku was tired.It was way past his bedtime.He layed on his bed and slowly started to fall asleep.Before his eyes closed shut,the last thing he saw was a blurry head sticking out of the mirror.But he didn't think much of it.
He was having a wierd dream.It was a mirror.THE mirror.He sudenly remembered the blurry vision he saw before.A face.That face.'pretty'the words just poped up in his head.
He quickly shot up from his bed.He looked around his eyes slowly drifting toward the clock and the mirror. '4.20 :))) am?'
He took a step toward the mirror.It was still covered with cloth...then...what was that face?Izuku took of the cloth with a strong tuck. "EHHH-h h " wis eyes widen and his mouth closed with NOT HIS hand he took a step back."Who-what-why.."
I'll explain
