Izuku pov
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Izuku hadn't been hearing from his friends. But they did seem busy the last time he talked with them. And if they really wanted to hang out they would have called him.
But that wasn't his top priority right now. He had been tracking the routes of both his mother and a dumpster near his school. It seemed like it didn't move much during the week but it also only came into contact with his mother's phone 2 times.
Of course it would be better if it didn't come in contact at all but he could work around this.
He was guessing by the height of the garbage in the dumpster that it must've been emptied at least 15 to 19 days ago. And adding the population of the people in the city and the trash they produce. Also getting an average of how many people would frequent around this dumpster would make the next time the trash was taken out be somewhere between 3 to 4 days.
it was all coming together!
So, also based on the days his mother's phone encountered the dumpster his best option was to throw his notebooks out in 2 to 3 days.
As long as he got the numbers right then his plan would be so successful that... ok he couldn't think of anything fun or cool to compare how successful his plan would be but, he knew it would be successful!
Also he had started drawing a lot more, and he thinks he's actually pretty good!
Like just the other day he drew this dude with a sniper and it looked decent. But he never knew how hard it was to draw hands and shoes!
He remembered something he felt when he was drawing, it almost felt like a mix of clarity and sadness. Clarity for finally being 'over his dream' but also sadness for feeling like he had given up. Like he could've done so much more but he was never going to, simply because he couldn't bring himself to even try.
But it didn't matter he could find something else. Maybe talk to his teacher about canceling his attempt at getting into UA.. Maybe he could still try to get into support?
He could find something!
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Time skip*
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Katsuki pov
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Bakugou had noticed something.. well rather a lack of something.
It was Deku, now yes he has always wanted the damn nerd to shut up, it made him feel weird when he couldn't hear Deku mumble.
He was always whispering about those around him. About all the great things about them. Deku always managed to brighten at least one person in the classroom with his ramblings.
Not like Bakugou was one of them.. But he was smart so he noticed!
But Deku always managed to be something that stayed the same in this changing world. Nothing could break him. No matter what bakugou did.. but Bakugou didn't care, he just didn't want auntie to be mad at him if anything stupid happened to Dumb Deku.
Why did Deku ever think he could be someone up there with him?
Is he just finally now listening to the facts about his mumbling?
Why does Bakugou feel weird in his silent classroom.
This is what he wanted.. but maybe it was because Deku hasn't given up yet..
Yeah once he was in UA and Deku was stuck back here he would be fine.
Or Mabye...
"Hey! Deku!" Bakugou yelled to get his attention.
"Huh?" Deku turned around to see Bakugou standing about 6 feet behind him looking impatient as ever,"Oh, Hi Kacchan!"
Deku's voice seemed hesitant as he greeted Bakugou,
" Deku never forget what I'm gonna say right now.. I will be loved by millions, I will be better than All Might himself and you.. you will be left behind in my dust! You will never be a hero! So you should just give up and do something that won't make you a laughing stalk for the rest of your life!" Bakugou screamed this directly into Deku's ear as he walked passed.
If Deku listened to him, he would go back to his usual self despite Bakugou, that was simply his nature.. he would never give up and Bakugou knew that soon Deku would go back to Normal.
Then he could really teach him a lesson. And make him back down from being a hero forever.
Izuku pov
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Izuku walked home confused..
Why was Kacchan telling him this?
He was already well aware of what he would be like as a hero from All Might..
He didn't need it to be repeated but it definitely downed his mood for it to be shoved back in his face.
But that didn't matter now, it was time to do finish his plan!
He had finally made it home and right when he kicked off his shoes he ran to his room. From his plans he had one hour and thirty minutes before his mom came in contact with the dumpster and one hour and fifteen minutes before the dumpster was emptied into a truck and driven away.
So once he got in his room and looked at the notebooks he got a feeling he didn't want to have himself associated with his old dream and the fact that his name was on each and every one of them cut deep.
Almost like an insult to the fact he even tried that hard for something unachievable.
After awhile of just looking at them he shoved each notebook messily into his bag, then grabbing his hoodie and slipping into it.
He ran straight to the door slipping on his shoes and opening said door. He ran as fast as he could toward the alley way with the dumpster each step feeling faster than the last. He ran through the crowded streets checking his watch every so often to make sure he still had time.
Soon enough he had reached his goal with about 35 minutes until the truck came to pick it all up. He squatted down trying to catch his breath from how fast he had to run to get here.
After catching his breath he grabbed the bag off his back. Unzipping it and taking out the mess of paper that was his notebooks.
He quietly opened the lid and emptied his bag above the dumpster.
After he dumped everything that was in his bag he quickly closed the lid with a thump.
Soon he zipped up his bag and started to walk away.
He walked through the streets filled with relief as he got closer and closer to his home. Happy that he had time to spare.
He could finally move on.