Izuku's secret admirer (rewrite)

Disappearing Act

Stalking: the unwanted pursuit of another person.

The mornings in Mustafa were like a painting. The orange sunlight leaked through the concrete jungle, waking up the citizens, whether they liked it or not. The light brought upon the morning, which meant that everyone had to get up. Pulled from their slumber, the residents of Japan were grumpily starting the day.

Izuku Midoriya, waking up from his dreamland, stretched and yawned. His emerald eyes struggled to open in the blinding lights, but he managed to somehow. He reached out to grab his favorite All Might shirt, finding its usual spot devoid of his clothing. He blinked; he could've sworn that was where he left it last night. He shrugged it off, as a true fanboy he had two others just like it.

Finally dressed and ready for the day, Izuku walked out of his dorm. He looked up and down the hallways, seeing his fellow students waking up. Bakogou was yelling at Kirishima for keeping him up so late with his stories of manliness, Mineta just wanted to go to the girl's side of the building, and Aoyama kept trying to tell everyone that he dreamed about being "Japan's sparkliest hero, ever" though no one paid any attention.

Izuku smiled as he walked to the kitchen, looking around for his favorite mug, an Eraserhead classic with "shut up before and after coffee" on it. It too, was gone. He arched an eyebrow before rooting around for it. Todoroki walked into the kitchen, saw Izuku tearing apart the cabinets, and walked out.

"Where is my cup?" Izuku asked himself, scratching his head. He sighed and shook his head. Whatever is going on with his stuff going missing, he's sure it'll all work out.

...

Izuku was sitting patiently at his desk, waiting for Aizawa to wake up from his position on the floor. Tenya, mimicking a robot, began to lecture the other students for random actions, fueled by Kirishima yelling "Discipline is manly!"

Suddenly, a bright light went off beside Izuku, but when he turned to it, he only saw the view out the window. He blinked. What was that light? Could it have been someone's quirk? Soon, a storm of mumbles came out of Izuku, theories being created and discarded instantaneously.

The whole class just deadpanned at him, except for Bakogou, who was about to lose it. The poor desk rocked uneasily as explosion after explosion shifted its already burned surface.

...

Once class had ended, Izuku enjoyed the walk back to his dorm. The lazy afternoon was warm and pleasant, a breeze strolling in from the beach. He took a deep breath before thinking about his lost items. A shirt and a coffee mug. These two items have nothing in common, just two things that Izuku uses. He stopped moving, pulling his bag off his shoulders to rummage through it. An assortment of notebooks, pens, and pencils were also missing. He looked at his bag, no holes or tears that the stuff could fall out of.

So who's been taking his stuff?

He took another deep breath. Maybe he was just being clumsy. He smiled before shouldering his bag, resolving to find his stuff when he got back to his room.

The bushes beside Izuku released a menacing giggle, two topaz eyes staring from behind the collection of leaves. They studied Izuku, watching his every move. A knife dragged along the leaves, splitting them as the blade moved lazily along the thin plants. "Soon, Izu-kun, you'll be mine, and I'll make you bleed!"