Listen to Me 5

It had been a few day after the conversation. It felt nice to have a bit of weight lifted off from his shoulders. Aizawa was still a bit persistent on him telling like everything in good detail, but it was enough for him.

Izuku, Iida and Uraraka were going to go out today before Izuku got a call from an unknown number. He stared at the screen for a few seconds debating in his head whether or not to pick up the phone.

"Are you coming?" Uraraka called out to him. Izuku looked over to her, nodding his head.

"Uh, yeah! Just a second." Izuku beamed a smile to them.

"Ok, we'll be waiting over there for you." Uraraka was pointing to a nearby café. She grabbed Iida and dragged him to the café as Izuku picked up the call.

"Hello?"

"Hi! Is this Izuku Midoriya?" The unknown caller asked.

'They were asking for him? Did he do something wrong?'

The voice sounded so familiar, but he didn't know where he heard it from.

"It is."

"Hi! This is Kyoko Sakurai. I was you teacher third year of middle school." Izuku heart dropped. H-his teacher from middle school. Izuku remembered Kyoko Sakurai very well, out of all the teachers Izuku had, they were the worst. They made their life a living hell, laughed at him, ignored his cries for help, and sometimes even encouraged the other students to make fun of him.

He really hoped he'd never have to talk to this person ever again.

"Just got your number. How are you?" How did his teacher get his number? Why was he even calling?

"Hi…" Izuku voice trailed. He rubbed the back of his neck. He wanted to just hang up this call and never here from this teacher again.

"I wanted to check in, see how you're doing. I only recently became aware of some of your hardships. Do you…remember all that?" Of course he remembered it. He didn't want to be reminded of it. He finally had his life together, had some friends and a good teacher, but his past just had to keep chasing him around. Like a game of cat and mouse. Except Izuku was mouse forever trapped under the paw of his past, always scaring him, but never fully devouring him, just to make sure he felt every bit of pain and fear.

"I do." Izuku wanted to hang up, but he didn't even know what his teacher wanted. The quicker he could shove this out of the way, the better.

"I'm so sorry! I had no idea things were so difficult for you. I would of stepped in if I had known. So so so sorry." Izuku didn't react. There were plenty of times people had apologised to him and then just when Izuku was getting comfortable, they ripped everything out of his hands, they lied and betrayed him.

This was total bullshit.

"Heh, it's f-" Izuku was about to finish that sentence, but he stopped. Remembering every word Aizawa had said to him. He didn't want to keep shoving it under the carpet and saying it was fine. It wasn't, it never was fine.

*Sigh*

Got he really was doing this.

"No. It was…it was awful."

"Was it really? Kids sometimes are just-" Izuku interrupted him, his teacher had no right to say any of those words.

"Pretty shitty, actually."

"I wish you told me! I only laughed because I thought they were jokes!" Izuku could almost taste every lie that was coming of that fucker's mouth. He hated it. Telling him crap like he'll believe it.

"I'm so sorry! I couldn't have been better teacher to you. So very sorry."

"Thanks."

"Maybe we can meet up to chat. You can bring your new…super friendly hero teacher." Izuku bit his lip, either from the fact that his previous teacher was scared of his new teacher and man did that want to make him crack up or because he didn't want to see his teacher, and the more he talked with them, the more he wanted to cry. He blinked his eyes rapidly, making sure the tears didn't fall.

"No, I'm good." Izuku shook his head.

"Please? I think he'd, uh-" He? Aizawa?

"I, uhm…I'm doing really well right now, so…good luck." His old teacher would need it. At that Izuku hanged up the phone. He swore he thought his teacher was going to say something before he hanged up on him.

Izuku smiled to himself.

Author

Yo! Hey!

How are you?

I wrote this in the middle of art class.

Yes, I am painting. Don't question. I'm painting such a beautiful landscape.

I'm such artist 😎🎨

No, but actually it looks really bad.

I have no idea why I'm writing an author note. I literally have nothing to say about the fanfic.

Ok I'll go

Cya ❤

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