"He's only five!"

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"I was just kidding! No ones going home!" Aizawa smiled. Creepily, granted, but still smiled.

Izuku sighed in relief, then beamed as he smiled brightly. Yes, he had nothing to worry about, he was number five, but the thought of a classmate going so soon was slightly unsettling.

Izuku rubbed his hands together. Aizawa started to speak, but he was unable to retain the information provided, so when people started to walk, he followed, not too far behind. He could feel eyes burning holes into his back and had the unsettling feeling of being watched.

Izuku scratched his cheek and started to walk faster, trying to catch up with the crowd.

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A clear glass vase fell onto the floor, the soil scattering and the fake plant directly behind some glass. A small black container fell and broke open, coins hitting the flower or and spinning, bumping against each other.

Inko scrambled to clean it all up. That was a new vase she had just gotten from Izuku barely a month ago, so she decided put the emergency money in it because it was so important to her.

Izuku put his bag down and pulled the trash can towards him to his mother could use her telekinesis to float the glass into the trash.

"O-oh thank you, honey." Inko clasped her hands around Izuku's. "I'm so sorry, you worked so hard to paint all the designs on it.. and of course I had to knock into the stand while I was dancing. I put all your work to waste.." Izuku hugged her.

"It's fine, mom. Continue listening to your music, I'm going to go take a nap." Izuku waved to her before walking to his room, to flop onto his bed, letting her continue her house cleaning.

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Wet dreams hurt quite a bit.

Izuku learned that long ago. His dreams always paid attention to the smallest weaknesses inside of his mind; and exploited them.

He had no idea whos pale fingers were roaming over his naked body, violating him and destroying the little pride he had. In those moment, those painfully long moments, he was no hero in training. He was but a helpless, quirkless boy, unable to defend himself.

It was as pleasuring as it was painful, in the beginning.

Then, the owner of those fingers that were just exploring him against his will, pulled him into a hug.

The hug was uncomfortable and weird. Being hugged by them felt disgusting and embarrassing, but he still sunk into the hug, seeming to calm down.

He hated the being of his imagination. He hated his dreams.

Pitiful.

He was pitiful.

Izuku threw his blanket off, sliding of the bed and slipping his house slippers on.

He opened his door quietly, against the idea of waking his mother. She took slow and light steps towards the kitchen.

He poured himself a cold glass of water, sitting down at the table to drink it instead of heading back to his room.

He wasn't tired anymore.

Izuku's looked down into the cup of water, staring into it. He found himself getting lost inside of his own head, imagination running wild and free.

Doing this calmed him down. Let him escape from the real world and his worries and doubts and fears.

He imagined himself as a prince in a castle with a loving...wife.

This wife had a blank face and a cruel smile. Her eyes were thin and pupils pure black. Her hair was pinned into a neat updo and she looked to perfect. Too evil.

He could never imagine himself with a wife. He wanted one, sure, but he couldn't imagine it in the slightest. He always assumed it was a phase and nothing more, until he turned thirteen.

Online, he read an article on sexualities out of pure boredom and discovered why he felt the way he did.

He was probably gay.

Izuku trashed the image of a significant other all together, and settled with two best friends. One female with bobbed black hair and a male with short black hair. They only had empty eyes and a wide, welcoming smile.

Someone called him, and he turned around.

This individual had a full face. His hair was half-black-half-white, with mid-matches eyes. Heterochromia.

A car honk knocked him back into reality rudely.

He was unable to get the image back into his head, to relive his fantasy, but the image of the person behind him lingered. 'Where have I seen that before?'

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So sorry for such a long hiatus! I said I would release the next chapter in September, but I never did. Happy New Year, though!