Reincarnated-Kind Of

6-Lights

Summary: Izuku notices something weird, but doesn't decide to investigate. Instead he makes preparation for what misfortune might befall him. (Ominous sounding, I know.)

Date: May 24, 2015

I walked into my house, setting my backpack down and taking my shoes off when I entered the house. Mom always hated it when dirt got tracked in. I picked up my backpack and walked throughout the house, looking around as I went. Something red caught my eye, but I kept walking, continuing to my room and getting out my notebook. I scanned my room, noticing another red light, skillfully hidden between two notebooks on my shelf.

I knew better than to investigate the lights, choosing instead to ignore them, doing my homework and feigning being nonchalant. I went to the kirchen to fix myself a small dinner and saw three more small, red lights as I walked through my house. They would blink every so often, alerting me again of their presence.

I fixed myself a small fruit dish, sitting down at the counter and letting my mind wander.

I wasn't sstupid, I knew what the lights were. Nothing else had that shape, flashed like that, had that eerie quality to them.

I wasn't stupid, I knew not to investigate the lights. I knew to leave them be. I would only turn out worse if I looked closer at them. It would only turn out worse if I obviously stared at them.

I wasn't stupid, so I kept my gaze averted, never looking at the lights head-on. I only peeked at them out of the corner of my eyes, keeping my face set as a blank stare.

I wasn't stupid, so I started training more. I asked Aizawa for extra training. He was, obviously, hesitant about doing so- the prospect of such an endeavor meaning less time he has to himself- but he eventually gave in, agreeing to give me extra training only if I promised to give it my all.

I was lucky enough to remember how to control my power when I first got it, so there were never any instances where I broke my bones to use my quirk. I agreed and we started training. Each session would go from 4 AM to the beginning of school, leaving me with little to no time to get ready for the class.

But I was content. His training was exactly what I needed. His attacks worked short range, long range, and- best of all- he could erase my quirk, leaving me with nothing else to do but either stay out of his sight or fight him quirkless.

I would fight him in the mornings, go to school, and come home in the evening. I, once again, ignored the lights, but- unlike when I first saw them- I felt no fear, no impulsion to investigate them, no sense of impending doom. I would often ignore them altogether, knowing that my extra lessons were reason enough not to worry.

We would train on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. After a few weeks, I had improved a disproportionate amount. With training only three days a week, I should not have gotten nearly as good as I had in four weeks.

I was stronger; basically all the fat on my body had burned off and been replaced by muscle. I had grown a few inches, too. I was now obviously stronger than Bakugou and an inch taller than him, too. Having grown 3 inches over the past month, I was now 5'8 compared to his 5'7.

In the end, my training had paid off. I knew it would help me significantly in the near future. After all, who knows how soon the person who placed cameras in my house might attack me?