It Hurts

Prologue

Mirodriya Izuku, turning 25 years old soon. Pro hero and steadily climbing the charts.

Or he was supposed to be.

He woke up, startling awake with a loud gasp as he shot to a sitting position. He was panting hard and looking around through unseeing eyes. Then he focused, and saw he was in his old room. From when he was younger.

It looked different, there didn't seem to be as much hero merch as he remembered. It was mostly All Might, which is on brand for him, but he was sure he had some other heroes in there too.

He rubbed at his eyes with his tiny hands and gave a sigh.

He flopped backwards onto the bed.

Last thing he remembered, he was fighting a villain who was proving rather tough. He called for back up and right when some of his older classmates showed up is when he felt something strike his chest and he passed out.

He looked around the room again as he removed his tiny hands from his face.

Wait...

TINY!?

He shot up in bed again, indeed, his hands were tiny.

He slipped over the edge of the bed and makes his way to the bathroom. He climbed the toilet to climb onto the counter.

Being short again sucked.

He stared at himself.

Same curly green hair, same big green eyes, same freckles. Except he looked like he did when he was four.

He frowned at himself and got closer to the mirror.

Everything was exactly the same.

He wondered how his mother would react seeing her 25 year old son now four years old again.

He turned and slid off the counter to go back to the room.

But right as he landed the door opened, "Izuku?" His mother's voice asked quietly. She stepped into the room rubbing her eyes. She flicked the light on and looked down at her son as she squinted from the sleepiness.

Izuku held his breath, his mother looked younger, almost, but he was far more concerned with how she was gonna react.

"Come on sweetie let's go back to bed," she said and crouched in front of him and opened her arms. Izuku, in a slight daze, walked forward and wrapped his arms around his mothers neck. She stood up and turned the light off and brought them both back to her room and laid them down, immediately going back to sleep.

He stared up at the ceiling.

Something happened...

But was it bad? Or good...

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Anyways

That's the prologue folks

I wanted to continue and just make this the first chapter but 🤷🏽‍♀️

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