Chapter 1-- Worry
Izuku Yagi stared at the slightly glowy ceiling. Feeling bone-deep tiredness drifting and pulsating against his skull as he counted the glowy dots in his otherwise pitch-black room. It was quiet, soft neon greens against a background of charcoal black and just the slight ruffling of his All Might sheets could be heard.
And then the ringing started once more.
He groaned outwardly, wincing at the starkness of the undecipherable sound against the silence. It honestly wasn't his first time being awake at- Izuku slipped his arm from under the weighted blanket his 𝘥𝘢𝘥 bought him.
If he were a bit less awake, he would've cried- like the time when a man named Toshinori Yagi decided to adopt him after being revealed to the world in a gruesome but truly honorable end of his career.
The abuse 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 when his foster parents heard about his involvement in the Kamino ward incident.
He was so 𝘴𝘰 happy then, he cried into his -he dares say- 𝘥𝘢𝘥'𝘴 loose T-shirt, and the man awkwardly dragged him out of it. 'Definitely better than my sperm donor,' Izuku thought while sniffling and rubbing his red-rimmed eyes.
-2:47 a.m.
He sighed with a bit less sound to try not to disrupt the slightly less uncomfortable silence residing in his room. 'The stars would lose their glow, soon,' he realized as he gazed into the slowly dimming light. Nothing could last forever, could it?
The first thing he learned about life was that all men weren't created equal.
The second- i̴̱̾́̕t̴̨̞͑͒ w̵̩͚̖͆́à̴̡͚̕ͅs̵̼͈̎͆͜ t̷̺͕̔̍o̸̡̱̳͂̊̄o̷͙̓̎̈ ë̸̼͙́͑͝a̴͉̒͑ͅŕ̴̹̺́̎l̵̡̯͆̈̏y̶̢̩̏̌ f̵̧̯̉͝ó̶̪̑͠r̷̼̱̳̚ h̴̡̬͑̈́į̷͔̱͒m̵͙̓t̷̨̡͈̬̄͊͛o̸̢̧͍̐͊́͒ͅò̸̖͎̖̬̾ e̴̻̮̭͐a̷͚͠r̶̙̜͂̽͗̊l̴̼̣̏͋͜y̴̹̱͙̍́̄͡ t̶̜͋o̷̠̣͠ k̸̡͎̥̂̓n̴̲͐ͅo̶͇̅̎̾̈̍̒͘ẅ̷̢̢̮̺͜-
Nothing lasts forever.
A bitter aftertaste filtered into his mouth at the thought, him knowing that way too intimately obviously wasn't doing wonders for his already rickety mental stability and crippling anxiety, but it calmed him; somewhat.
He wouldn't be too shocked anymore once everyone near him dies.
He winced, '...dark.'
He reached over to his messy bedside table and grabbed his phone and flinched at the sudden but steady stream of light that emanated from his phone and minutely lightened up his room to show splashes of red, blue, and yellow; All Might merchandise.
He stared at the phone for a moment, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the light before sighing and putting it to it's lowest possible light setting. He switched to the news app, where there were a lot of articles about 2-A and 2-B; as the new and upcoming heroes-in-training, they would have to get used to being in the spotlight often, and so U.A. let them get interviews every once in a while.
Except for Shinsou. Lucky duck.
He appreciates the notion that U.A. just wants them to be prepared for what'll definitely happen in the future, but sometimes; even 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 can't just get away!
He shivered, already dreading the day they graduate and become licensed pro-heroes! He almost squealed if not for his harshly bitten lips barely containing the whine that came out of his throat instead.
His gaze softened upon seeing articles about his friends and their statements on the side. There were a few audio recordings- with a side of loud clamor probably- of his friends actually saying them.
He tapped on Ochako's article first, bookmarking the other four that appeared when he tapped on her's.
"ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴏɪɴᴇ- ᴜʀᴀᴠɪᴛʏ"
by Mizuiro Kumo
𝚄𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚊 𝙾𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚄.𝙰. 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 2-𝙰'𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚄.𝙰. 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕. 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.
𝚑𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚜/𝚀.𝚃𝚃: 𝚇𝟹𝟻%𝚐𝚒𝚔𝚑𝟹𝚔𝚐𝚌.𝚘𝚛𝚐. 𝚌𝚘𝚖
"𝙾𝚑-! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢?" 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍.
"𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚄𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚊-𝚜𝚊𝚗!" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛?
Midoriya frowned at her hesitance and being flustered at them. 'She didn't seem to believe that at all until the interviewer himself said it...'
"𝚆-𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙼𝚒𝚣𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚘-𝚜𝚊𝚗? 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑-" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 n̸̠̎ô̶̝̲͡t̴̨̥̾͡ j̷̨̙̆̐u̸̠̍s̶̹̎̂t̸͇͙̊̇ t̷̳̜̂h̷̠͐͜é̸̛̫ s̵͓͗i̶͍͆l̵̞̣̿̌ḛ̶̈́̍ṋ̸̅c̵̻̑̃͟e̷̢̔- 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 "- 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘!"
He and she bantered for a little bit more until the beginning of a delighted yelp was heard in the background and the video was cut off. The ninth holder sat back in thought against the headrest of his brightly colored bed.
'She... Ochako isn't usually like that at 𝘢𝘭𝘭, not even on the day I met her... she's always so confident, what happened to that?'
He blinked slowly as more thoughts emerged from the murky depths of his consciousness and slight a̷̪̪͗c̶̮͒c̵̩̺͆̆͋u̸̢̟̤̎̆̂s̵̝̅a̷͉͙̭̔͆t̴̪̐͗ḯ̸͎͋͊̕ǫ̶̡̟̈́̏͜n̵̰̯̪̰͌s̸̢͖̬̭͒̒͐͗ realizations came to light.
'Am I being mean?'
The loud cacophony of his voice repeating what they saw and their possible meanings stopped immediately, silence taking the reins once more as he repeated that thought. Slower than slow arrived the cacophony of hot, hot lashes of melting silver sticks poked and prodded at him as his therapist's voice echoed in his rapidly constricting head- her voice slipping in and flowing out smoothly and as if his head isn't trying to 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵-
"̷̩̪͘B̶̡͔̆͌e̴̜̦̅į̷̠̽n̸̢̛̺̚g̴͕̝͋̈́ ṁ̸̞͛e̵͈̞̎̈́a̴͉̰̕n̶͈̮̈́͗ i̴̫̮̿s̴͉̃̕ l̷̢̖̂̕i̷͖̥͋͐ḱ̷̥̳̿e̸̹̘̕,̶̦͋͝ m̷̢͝a̶̳͘ͅk̷͍͋͠i̶̥͐̍n̶̠͉̉g̴̡̳̃ à̵̲ċ̵͙c̵̩͈͡u̶͇̖̓s̷̞̒ȃ̶̝͜t̴̻̟̉̀i̶̲͚͒̆ö̶̮̊n̶̳͋̆s̵̟̥͝ a̵͈͓̓͝g̵̞̹̒ą̷̤̑̚ī̶͚͍n̷̮̋̚s̸̰͑t̵̹͊̌
s̸̖͋ȯ̵͚͉m̸̟̓e̵̱̯̊̕o̵̱̝̒͗n̸̞̫͗͒ḙ̶̹̔ w̵͚͋͘i̴̬̅̒t̵͈͔͌͝h̷̩͑o̷̗͝u̵͕͉͋̐t̸́̇͜ p̷̻̲̈́̅r̶̡͒̂ở̷͍̱o̶̪͒͛f̴̗͚̓-̵͖͌, "̶̬̯̂̂-̶̥̒̆i̸̡͔͗͗t̵̬͗̈́'̴̳͎̆͑ṡ̶̨̾ m̴̜̎a̸̛͇̬͛k̸̬̞͂̚i̸̗̞̍̚n̴̡̘̍g̷͇̈́̋ b̸̨͑a̶̳̖͝s̴̛͉͎̈e̶̯̒l̴̮̞̃́e̶̠͔͗̏s̴͟͝s̴̺̊̎
a̸̳͒̀̓c̵̪̟̰̱̦͆͂͌c̷̙̙̋̔̍ú̷̡͎̞̅̈̋̉̚s̴̭̤̒́̓͝a̸̢͕͔̭͓̽̆̒̕͝t̴͙̚i̵̬͛͊õ̵̙͎͒̂̅̈́͟n̴̺̅s̸͈̭̀̉́-
L̶̢̤̝̹̑̐͝í̸̹̎̉̌̌̏̾̇̈́̊k̸̢̛̭̮̫͒́̔͐̋͝͡ȅ̴̙̂͐͌͑͗̕ y̴̡̟̙̞̝̜̫͔̏̒̒̿̽̒̓̒̕o̸̮̻͇͗̄͌͌̀͘͡u̴̟̰͉̹̱̠͒͝͡ b̸̢̝̯̮͔̞̻͚̿̅̈́͗̾̉̇ē̷̛̖̭̥̼̘̫͓͔̭͗̐̍̕̚͠ỉ̸̡̧̡͇̤̟̮͌͋̊͊͗̕͜͠n̷̼̘̟̙͒͋͌̓̽̏̚g̷̠͍͖̉͋͆̉̇̈́̑̚͠ c̶̥̰͈̊͗̉̌̄̽̎̍ă̴͙̝͔̪̥̥̑̇́̓̏̔ḷ̴̰̩͔̺͑l̷̡̨̢̥͍͈̱̗͖̓̍ȩ̸̩̲͍̯̦̤̝̽̆̚̕d̵̞̮̙̣͇̳̥͔̖̈̀̒͝ d̷̛̘͔̾͒̃̓́̎̚͜͝Ȩ̶̞̰̻̩̳̫̲͇̣̀̆̾́̕͠K̵̨͍͉͔̥̆͗͒̎̿̎Ư̷̿̔̏̄̏̈́͗͜-̴̨̻̹̳̹̤̋̅͑̒͊̐͟
𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘛𝘉𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘊𝘈𝘕'𝘛𝘉𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘊𝘈𝘕'𝘛𝘉𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘏𝘌-
A strangled gasp left his mouth and his door burst open. He wouldn't care if it was a villain at his door- h̸͈̹̊̀̏́́̊͛ę̸̭͈͕̑͑́̀̋̅̈́̕ w̴̢̧͖̰̯̗͌̀͜á̴͈̗͖ş̷̼̬̆̽͟ g̶͓̼̈͋̽̈́͋͘ơ̶͎̳͖͉̖̞̗̏̽̿̍̄͌n̶̛͙̦͌̌͂̂͑͠ͅn̸̬̙̼̹̽̈͝ḁ̶̧͈̔̀̍̾̕ ḏ̴̛̳͔̜̺̪̫̂͛ͅĭ̴̬͓͖̩̱͇́̽͌̂͜͡͠e̶̠͐́͝ a̶̪̩͚̳͇͗͗ͅṇ̴̼̮͎̀ý̷̞̦͙͙̬̿̀̑̎͟͠w̷͍̬͔͈̆̊̑́̄͠͝ͅă̵̢̘̓̀̏̚̕͟͠y̷̦̥͕̪͆͐-̶̢̢̺͔̞̟̺̂́́͐̒̂͝ͅ
"𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦- 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚-!"
Muffled cursing was heard from the person above him- undecipherable even 𝘪𝘧 Izuku's head was clear.
"Small-Might - oh 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩."
Toshinori Yagi cradled his- adopted- son, shaking slightly as Izuku let out another strangled gasp and pawed weakly at his stepdad's t-shirt. Aizawa stood behind him, frozen as Yagi looked to him for help with the resident problem child. Aizawa forced himself to loosen up and ushered Yagi to give him the tense child.
Aizawa propped his student upon his chest while in a fetal position and softly spoke, fighting to keep the nervousness out of his voice. "Aka- Yagi-kun, try and stabilize your breaths, okay? Breathe in... breathe out. Try and copy my heartbeats, okay?"
Toshinori Yagi felt like he failed.
It was slow.
Time moved slowly when he regained consciousness and the prodding hot irons receded and her voice faded. He felt guilty, staring up at his teacher with guilty and desperate eyes when he was in control of his mind again. Even more so when he rested his gaze on a figure in the corner; reaching for him but ultimately stopping midway.
Aizawa nodded and ruffled his hair before contacting Recovery Girl and turning the corner, outside of his bedroom.
The ninth holder was torn between lunging towards his adoptive father and saying sorry and being guilty instead.
"Toshi-Toshinori-san, uhh I'm sorry for-!"
"Not a word, my boy."
Izuku tried to face the gaunt man but was instead pulled tighter into his tense chest.
No words passed between them.
And comfortable silence reigned once more.
𒆜01:03𒆜
'Something's wrong, I can feel it,'
Izuku has been steadily improving his being observant and has been 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 ł ⱧØɄⱠĐ' Ɇ. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵, ą̷̇n̵̛̙d̷̳̅ h̷͈͋ȩ̸͠.̵̪̽ J̴͙̆u̶̗͂s̸̙͋t̴̘̄.̸͎̕ M̴̬̐i̷̼͝g̴̹̏h̶̖̏t̵̝̉.̸̖͝ Anyhow, something is wrong and Izuku is feeling it.
Uraraka Ochako, who seemed to always cover up her stomach in circumstances whenever eating, which has been increasing steadily ever since the dorms and she prefers to train instead of eating like she 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥- but now she just doesn't and it's messing with his head about how he didn't notice until now.
Tokoyami Fumikage, he's 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬 but to the extent that he would always turn the lights on unbearably bright wherever he is- and Izuku frowned when he got to see it firsthand, the null that the light left in the corners of his eyes still coming out now and then. Dark Shadow 𝘥𝘪𝘥 hurt Shouji and a lot of people during the training camp; but didn't he just 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 to protect his holder?
Thirdly, Sero Hanta; who's eyebags keep on becoming 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨. That fact alone is worrying enough for Izuku to put him in his head- because he applies makeup to it every single day in the men's without fail. Very worryingly good at it too.
ØØ Ɏ ØⱧɆⱤ seem to have symptoms of PTSD and unhealthy mindsets that vary too little from his.
Izuku wants to puke.
But couldn't since doing that would signify something wrong with him,
and that was literally the last thing he needed.
He tapped the password into his phone and looked at his apps for the main message carrier for the students. He smiled a little when he found that not even 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘶 is awake; the local insomniac never got much sleep since ever- so he was very happy for him!
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨-
Izuku flustered immediately, diving for the lonely pillow in one of RG's hospital beds that he has currently been in. He blinked at the sudden realization, When did I start pacing?
No matter!
Izuku never really used his mod privileges before unless it was to give a fellow student their requested roles, so he might have made a few mistakes that can now be known as the Memes, Wholesome stuff, and the Blursed, channels.
He sat back for a while, rethinking his life choices until the last minute before going back to work on the new channel.
And at last- he did it!
He did a little happy dance in his impromptu pillow fort in his 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 bed and not in a random one. A story for another time, as one would say in this scenario.
Izuku set it to private, with only people with the 1-A role can see it, just like with the rest of the server; or UA.
It turns out that UA is one of the few schools who actually try to keep up to date with trends and it shouldn't gave been so surprising to him when Tenya messaged him the link with a hefty explanation of what the link was for and warnings not to abuse it. He hasn't seen his navy-blue haired friend in a while, actually; along with Kacchan- do they disappear together? Why though?
He wiggles his eyebrows at the thought of them becoming friends and perhaps- 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦~, and Izuku does it some more until his eyebrows were tired. He sighed and made the final touches to the channel before trying to go to sleep.
But then his brain yells "Nah," in the deep recesses of his mind and cuts off the lull of sleep that was actually about to wash over him- stupid brain-
He groans and walks out of the infirmary, being allowed to go ages ago but chose to stay there anyway due to better internet connection and would help him make the channel easier.
Izuku kinda wants to punch himself for accidentally making channels that probably won't make any sense to them, after all; who likes pre-quirk era stuff other than the minority of the world that are Quirkless?
Maybe he shouldn't be so pessimistic when it comes to his classmates, but can he really help it? Too little people are actually cultured these days.
Izuku checked his watch as he sat under a sakura tree, and decided to send his first messages to the new channels.
#Memes-channel
GreenBean: So, I don't think many of you know about memes these days; so don't mind me spamming here-
Anyway, I hope this mistake of a channel isn't that useless.
He really does.
#Wholesome stuff-channel
GreenBean: I think I speak for all of us when I say that I hope this channel shall be spammed when you all wake up.
A brief smile passes his face before tapping at the last channel he made that was deemed worthy enough to survive the hunt.
#Blursed-channel
GreenBean: Shinsou, Shouto- for the love of kami; please don't spam this with pictures of fucking Kacchan smiling-
GreenBean pinned a message to this channel
...then the actual reason he made the channels anyway.
#Makeshift_therapy_sessions- channel
GreenBean: So I made this for people to spill about their problems and bad days and the like, and perhaps solve them too?
I'm just really worried about you guys sometimes.
Yeah!! I hope we never use this!
He sighed and continued walking towards the dorms, already hearing the repetitive 'pings and vibrations' emanating from his phone a few hours from now.
Time to try and fall back asleep even though he's ninety-nine percent sure that he still won't be able to, then.
P.S. (*ω*)
Get ready for fluff, angst, and lots of paint in the next chapter!!