![]() Black, blue, yellow, and white, along with the respirator he needs, all bite into his allowance, but he’s back at the hateful messages in less than half an hour. But he doesn’t run home - he goes straight to the hardware store and picks a few bottles of spray paint off the shelves. The next night, he spits at it and keeps running. It makes him sick to his stomach, again, and again, the eyes glare at him. When Izuku runs by it the next night, nothing has changed. The only art of any sort is planted right in the middle, a blobby shape of an eyemask and glaring eyes in it. It’s drawn across with black spraypaint, all sorts of awful messages - ‘ weak and useless’, ‘eliminate the 20%’, and anything else the vandalizers could come up with, are all written across the cement. Until the day he passes the playground, ready to turn around, and he sees the cement at the back of the playground that forms the walls of the buildings on the other side of the block. It’s all pretty perfect, if a 15-minute jog is the only day-to-day drawback of the awesome power of One for All. His mother stops worrying after the first few runs, too, and then he feels a bit freer. His hands just won’t stop bothering him, but the route is nice and gentle, and nobody tends to bother him at night. It becomes a habit by the end of that week. The hit of nostalgia is enough to distract him and let his thoughts drift away from his fingers by the time he’s home. He passes by the park a few blocks away - The swing Yubi pushed me off, the slide Tsubasa shoved me down, the seesaw i finally tagged Kacchan at. “Just to clear my head,” he tells his mom, in motion from his first step out of the apartment. So instead, he throws on a hoodie and decides to go on a nighttime run. His hands are still aching, and he’s so restless he can barely stop moving, much less sleep. He sighs when he stops staring at the ceiling half an hour later. It’s so frustrating that he can’t bring himself to do any Hero Analysis for the Future that night, just slinking into bed early and turning off his light. The same problem continues as he does his homework, fingers fumbling with his pencil and making messy marks. He fumbles to articulate his fingers, still both numb and aching at the same time. No, the real problem is wrapping his hands around his utensils. His mother makes katsudon, which he’s happy to eat, even if he’s worried about his exam. ![]() He’s a little too tired to jog back home, but a spirited walk gets him to the station just in time to catch the train. I don’t wanna see you break more bones, sonny.” After another few minutes of observation while he wakes up, she sends him off. “You savior-complex kids,” she scolds as he blinks blearily, “you always get ahead of yourselves. That’s why he didn’t wake up for hours, body burdened by Recovery Girl’s Heal. He lets out a delirious, tired laugh as she pukes rainbows, and when his limp body tumbles the rest of the way to the ground he only has a moment to stare up at the beautiful blue sky before he’s out like a light. When that girl just manages to catch him, it’s like that adrenaline keeps falling. Adrenaline is later, when an arm and two legs flail behind him like dead fish, and the ground is approaching so much faster than they make it seem in movies. That’s pure determination, a numbness of his whole body that said the only thing that mattered was that robot and the girl in danger. It isn’t even adrenaline when he flings himself at the Zero-Pointer. Ongoing Fics (bnha), Jaded Discord Server Recommendations, The Forest Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 39,371 Chapters: 18/? Comments: 164 Kudos: 410 Bookmarks: 115 Hits: 9,543 Quirkless Discrimination (My Hero Academia).Iida Tenya & The Power of Incredible Violence.Midoriya Izuku & Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko.僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia. ![]()
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