Who Said Force Wasn't An Option? (Perminantly Discontinued)

Chapter 13

I know I said I was back, but I guess I lied :). I'm super sorry for how long this took but I'll try not to disappoint. I realize how much I hate what I wrote in chapter 11, everything moved too fast. If you get confused, I'm going to try and make it a dream sequence of sorts? It'll hopefully make more sense once you read it.

And chapters are gonna really short compared to what they were before. Sorry, I just don't have the time.

Izuku woke up with a gasp, his hand clutching his chest. His eyes darted around the dark room. He looked around in confusion as he realized what was going on. He didn't really have his way with Todoroki Shouto. He laughed quietly as he dragged his hand down his face. He hated it when his mind did that to him sometimes. He loved making up scenarios in his mind. He could figure out what actually happened later but he still didn't know where he was.

He got up off of the soft surface he had been laying and ran his hands along the papery walls. He smiled as his hands came in contact with a small light switch, squinting his eyes as the bright lights came on. As he looked back into the room, he had to physically hold himself back from vomiting.

There were All Might everywhere.

And by everywhere, Izuku meant everywhere. 

Every wall was covered head to toe in All Might posters. Yes, there were other hero posters, but not compared to all of the All Might one's. Every book shelf was covered with All Might figurines and comic books. There was even an All Might rug and a huge as poster on the fucking ceiling. 

"Oh my god, who the frickity fuck would actually want their room to look like this?!" He looked over to the bed in the corner of the room and saw the fucking All Might sheets and pillows. He shrieked and rubbed off his clothes, hoping that it would rid the horrid essence of 'I AM HERE' from his body.

He looked over to a desk also covered in All Might, but something caught his eye. He walked over to the desk as examined the plethora of photos scattered across the wall and the desk's surface.

They were all of Class 1-A. Some with Todoroki and others of Uraraka, he thinks her name was. They were all smiling and laughing with each other and seemed to be having a good time. His eyes widened as he took a closer look at the pictures.

Why was he in the photos?

He looked much different than he did now. His skin was bright and vibrant and he didn't look as thin as he did now. He wasn't covered in scars either, only tiny ones were littered across his one arm, but they didn't look very deep to begin with. 

He looked happy.

But wasn't he happy?

Yeah, of course he was happy.

Why would he not be happy?

He pushed away from the desk and sat down on the bed (but not before he had gotten rid of the All Might comforter and pillows). Luckily, there was a white sheet and pillow underneath all the hero trash so the bed wasn't totally naked. 

He stared down at his battered arms. Every surface was covered in a scar of some sort. Burns, cuts, and just patched of skin missing. How come his arms were clean in the pictures?

He didn't understand what was going on.

Izuku climbed onto the bed fully and pulled the sheet over his head. He closed his eyes as he curled within himself.

He felt really lonely in that moment.