A world that divides us mha/bnha

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『and I am not the protagonist I'm not even my own.』

Day eighteen: crumbled reality

"Finally, found you again Izuku..."

Izuku's mind goes silent. All his questions and confusion vanished. It was like he remembered everything all at once. He knows his memory isn't great but that was ridiculous.

He's Izuku, did he really forget that? He's dead, that's another pretty big thing he forgot. And where is he?

"Deku~" Izuku could swear he had a heart attack. That voice the one that calms him most had just killed him!

Okay that's an exaggeration since he's already dead and all, but gods all mighty, he thought he didn't know what he thought it just spooked him! He thought the villain man had found him. He was already planning his escape. Writing a mental apology to shota. What would Aizawa have done.

Most likely said 'told you so' what a child. No he's getting off track. What was he supposed to be doing? Where even is he? He asked himself that already didn't he.

The white haired boy slowly stirs from his trance blinking groggily. He tries to sit up but he is pined down by a weight. Scratch that two weights.

"Wha- huh?" He manages out. He really should start writing stuff down. His memory is appalling. And can someone please tell him what is keeping him on the ground? It's very tight on his chest and he's not impressed with it.

How did he even get here? Shouldn't he be in bed? Somewhere Aizawa can see him.

Where is Aizawa? The boy can't feel the older mans presence anywhere. 'This is so strange' the boy thinks.
And please what is on top of him?

"Izuku." Two voices call simultaneously. Izuku struggles again to get up. He soon gives up trying instead to place a face to the voices he heard. "Why am I on the floor?" He questions quietly. Mainly to himself but if the other people around can answer that would be helpful too.

To his left someone snorts then immediately tries to cover it up, while to the right he hears soft laughter. "Here, damn nerd." Izuku feels two arms slot under his own and effortless pick him up and sit him against a tree. "Why, howwwww- wwwwho is that?"

Izuku can't tell if his eyes are open or not. Either way he's struggling to name the voices he vaguely remembers. It's very annoying honestly. Did he already mention he should write stuff down? If not that is something he should really consider.

Whatever he said previously must have been wrong since Both voices go silent.

"Kat I think you scared him too hard." Says the monotone voice. That came from his right? Shouldn't it sound more concerned? Is that a boy? It sounds like someone who is Izuku's age. Why can't he remember.

"Yeah but he hasn't even looked at us! Nerd! Hay Izuku look here you big goof." That came from his left. It's another boy. Maybe older since his voice is rougher. He called him nerd... that's familiar too.

And Izuku. That's his name. He knows that much is true. The two boys, the ones who sit close beside him on each side, they knew his name. His first name. Strange.

The last voice tho. 'Nerd'

"Nerd..." the white haired boy giggles closing his eyes. "Mmm' I remember. S'sound like Kacchan." It's slightly slurred almost lazily said. Izuku's head was feeling a little fuzzy.