Ok, a couple of things:
THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH GUYS!
Thanks for each and every review. Thanks to each and every one of you. Thank you!
Ok, so someone asked me if I've read 'Yesterday Upon the Stair'. No, I haven't read it. I checked it out of course. It's the same concept of Izuku being able to see the dead. I thought nobody else would have thought of this, but what do you know, the world is small. Thanks for telling me about it!
Moving on, I have to tell you that I amdisappointed with this chapter, but I had to move the plot somehow, so... here it is. It's lacking from many aspects, and I hope the next ones are better. Nothing emotional, beautiful, epic, funny, or important happens... So I apologize in advance, you may not like it. It's a bit like a vegetable grown solely in water; it has the blandest taste. (plants grow with just water, right? I remember that experiment with lentils and cotton back in elementary... If this is not the case then I have made a fool of myself, but oh well, life is too short to worry about that)
Anyway, enjoy!
Izuku looked down at the miserable number marked with red ink on his test. He desperately needed to catch up.
The smell of something burning permeated the classroom.
Bakugou was literally trembling from anger. He had singed the edges of the table with his palms, and if one looked closely enough, he could see the pulsating veins running down his fingers.
Izuku felt sincerely bad for him. Bakugou hadn't been at school for a whole month. Considering that he wanted to get into UA, things were probably very pressuring.
Bakougo flinched. Very slowly, he turned his head to look at Izuku, who fidgeted nervously in his seat. What an intimidating glare. But the crimson-eyed teen said nothing. Izuku doodled on the book in front of him with his pencil. The hot-tempered boy had been strangely quiet around him ever since that time in the hospital.
School was… different. After everything that happened, they had welcomed the fire boy as if he had just returned from war. Every break, he would be surrounded by people that wanted to congratulate him on his spectacular resistance to the villain. And they had tried to welcome Izuku too. They all forced themselves to smile, and the teachers all went easy on him. Nobody made fun of him anymore. But it felt… awkward.
"Make sure you copy these down" the teacher gestured to the writings on the board as he set down his chalk.
Izuku glanced up with a troubled frown, confirming, perhaps for the ninth time that day, that he could see everything clearly. How could his eyesight have improved so suddenly? Just three weeks ago, he couldn't tell the difference between kanji and hiragana from the second row of desks without his glasses on. Yet, on the first day, he noticed that even a glimpse through the thick round lenses revealed a distorted picture that made him dizzy almost right away.
At last, the bell rang, and multiple sighs echoed in the classroom. Chairs were dragged back and people started stretching and packing their things. Izuku shoved his book and pencil case into his school bag.
"Are you still going to apply?" Bakugou suddenly spat. He was towering over him, staring down with burning red eyes.
"A-Apply?" Izuku stuttered. He didn't like how loud his voice sounded in the almost-empty classroom.
"UA." Bakugou hissed and swung his bag over his shoulder.
"I… I'm not sure." He admitted, looking down at the floor.
Bakugou grunted in response and walked on ahead without saying anything else.
He wasn't sure anymore. UA had always been his dream. He didn't want to give it up. But with the quirk that he had, what good would he be against a villain?
No…He had always lived with the unyielding hope that he would somehow manage. He was the same, with or without a quirk. He wanted it so badly…
But he had to be realistic.
Izuku saw the spiky, cream-colored hair disappear at the corner. It was time for him to go.
He sighed heavily and his shoulders drooped. The streets were… tiring. There had always been dozens of people walking on the sidewalks, occasionally bumping into each other. And naturally, Izuku tried not to get into anyone's way.
But there was one big problem… he couldn't tell ghosts and living apart.
Used to not being seen, they passed right through the bodies of the living or stopped in the middle of the road to chat while cars swished through them. Almost most of them were elderly men and women.
Izuku's heart skipped countless beats every time that a car would approach a person that stood still at the crossing with the green light on for cars. The ghosts didn't even blink when they phased through the vehicles.
But the worst of all was that every time Izuku encountered one, without having a way to tell if they were ghosts or not, took a few steps to the side so as not to fall on them. And every time, the ghosts would stop in their tracks, gasp, and let their jaw drop with wide eyes. Such was the shock of being seen by a living, apparently.
And this had led to unwanted attention…
"I need you to vandalize my boss's car!"
Izuku didn't lift his gaze from the ground and walked past the ghost that had been standing in front of the school gate with arms crossed since the early morning, having followed him there after realizing that Izuku was able to see him. It was the ghost of a bulky man with office clothes, a red tie, hair cut close to the skull, and a stubbly chin.
"You see, I can't do it by myself anymore, and I really, really, really need to see that jerk crying red tears when he sees his precious car all scratched up. It is the absolute form of revenge!"
Izuku gradually picked up his pace.
"Please kid. I'll give you money if you want! I'll tell you the password to my bank account! No, actually, that's not a good idea, they'll put you in jail for that…"
Izuku was sweating nervously, but still, did not turn to look at the ghost.
"The name's Tanaka Ryuji by the way. What's yours, kid? You're still in high school, right? What's your age? Wait, you're still not in high school, right? I'm only three or four years older than you then! So anyway, listen kid, my boss fired me the other day and I really need to get back to him, so please do me the favor!"
"I- I'm sorry, I can't do that…" Izuku mumbled quietly so that no one around would hear.
"What? You ain't got the guts or something? Come on kid, it's my last request! I just want to take revenge for my job and then I'll go away. Just this once, alright?"
"No, I really can't do it…." Izuku repeated with a slight quaver.
And it went on and on, with the ghost muttering about the boss that fired him and other random things, including his collection of sea urchins, his favorite red wooly socks, and that one time that he was bitten by a snake.
Until finally, Izuku arrived home.
"What's this, kid? Is this your house? Hmm? The nameplate says Midoriya…"
"I'm very sorry, but I won't be vandalizing anyone's car. Go away, p-please, Tanaka-san!" Izuku exclaimed and with an awkward, deep bow of heartfelt respect for a dead person, he slammed the door in the ghost's face. "I'm sorry!" he shouted once more for good measure behind the closed door.
He knew that a closed door wouldn't prevent a ghost from entering since they could phase through anything, but hoped that the man would have the decency to stay out.
A minute passed. Nothing weird started to morph on the door.
Izuku sighed with relief and, leaning on the metal, slowly slid to the floor. "Thank goodness… I wouldn't know what to do if he were to come in!"
He stooped down to untie the laces of his favorite red sneakers, and then neatly placed them next to his mother's pair of shoes. One could tell that his feet were bigger than hers when the shoes were put side to side. But he was still shorter.
He lifted his chin. A delicious smell was coming from the kitchen. He could hear the metallic clang of utensils.
"I'm home!"
The top of a head peeped from the corner. The corners of her eyes wrinkled, a sign that she was smiling.
"Welcome back, Izuku!"
"You're home early…What are you making?"
"Egg fried rice, and, at your request, salad to the side. It's almost ready, so why don't you go wash your hands?"
"Thanks, mum! I'm really hungry!"
He raced past her to get to the bathroom, and she smirked at the sound of his grumbling stomach that was timed so ironically well.
It felt nice eating together. He told her everything about school and how everybody treated him neutrally. She told him about the curious case of missing laundry that was hung on washing lines in the neighborhood. Then he told her about the bad test core he had gotten. They talked about the weather, the news, the advertisements on TV, the new films that were coming out. Izuku dug into the food with bliss and happily conversed about trivial things. He had started to notice the value of small, everyday things lately. A meal, a bath, a longer than usual sleep. A movie night, a walk in the park, shopping from the convenience store. Suddenly, each of those things had a special importance.
And to think that he had almost ruined everything.
"By the way, Izuku… I haven't come across that yellow cardigan I bought you in the laundry basket for a long while now… Have you stopped wearing it?"
He froze and the rice rolled off his chopsticks.
"It's ok, I won't get mad if it has a hole or two. Just give it to me and I'll patch it up…"
"No, it's not that…" he lowered his two chopsticks and stared down at the steaming white rice with the colorful bits in his plate. His stomach felt full suddenly.
"Izuku?"
There it was again, that tremble in her voice, full of worry. It was a remnant of the tremble that he had heard back in the hospital, that first time that he had opened his eyes. It didn't have the same audacity, but it was there, faint as it might be. Every time she would worry, that tremble would come out like a painful reminder.
"I left it there…On that day." Izuku spoke.
They didn't talk for a while. The clock that hung on the wall next to the fridge ticked loudly with every passing second, like the sound of a woodchopper, digging into the rough, thick tree trunk with the sharpened blade of an ax.
"I'm sorry. It was a great gift. I wish I could get it back…"
"I-I'll knit you a new one, okay? I'll knit you a cardigan so warm, soft, and stylish that you'll want to wear it wherever you go! It will be the best cardigan you will ever see! Don't underestimate your mum's knitting skills!"
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Izuku opened the book and started flipping pages.
"It must be written on one of the pages, I'm sure I took a note of it, if it's not in here, then where else could it be? No, it's in here, it's in here, I wrote it with a pencil, somewhere around page one hundred and ten to twenty, no, it's not this one either, the pages before that perhaps, I really need to do it, it's important homework, …"
First, it was history. Then it was biology. Now it was math. He had already spent more than an hour studying and would want to study even more for the sake of his academic performance, even though the wish to browse through All Might's fan page was nagging at him from the back corner of his mind.
"Here it is! Let's see then, if you do this, then it won't work, I have to apply another formula, but I have to be careful to substitute it with the correct-"
"You mumble a lot when you're trying to focus"
"Gwah!"
Izuku's pencil rolled off the edge of his desk. He spun around with wide eyes, cradling his heavy math book like a child would its pillow.
It was her.
She was sitting with on his bed with folded legs, casually flipping through one of his comics with a face of disinterest. She was wearing the yellow cardigan. The girl from the rooftop.
Izuku pointed a shaky finger at her. "Y-You're…"
"Dead?" she suggested, raising an eyebrow.
"No… you're… the one from that time…"
"I'm glad you remember me." Her attention returned to the comic.
Izuku stared speechlessly at her. 'There's a girl in my room', he thought and instantly started to sweat nervously.
"This is boring." She announced and gently put the comic down. "Do you have any other books, Midoriya?"
"Eh? You- you know my name?"
"Sure I do. I mean, I traded with you after all. Shouldn't I know who you are?"
"T-traded?" repeated and titled his head to the side. "But I don't know you…"
"No need to. I'm just hanging around for fun. Just like that guy that's been lurking outside your apartment for a while now. I saw him follow you from school. He's one of the new ones. He'll get bored and move on soon."
"Move on…"
"I'm curious, Midoriya. Have you tried touching a ghost? You'll find that you can not only see and hear them but touch them as well."
"I kn-" Izuku narrowed his eyes. "How do you know this much? Who are you? And how can you touch that?" He gestured to the comic. "I thought ghosts couldn't touch stuff…"
She sighed and grimaced as if explaining was the most boring, tiring, unpleasant thing in the world. Yet she rose from the bed and gave a slight bow. Her orange, wavy hair fell forward.
"My name is Rin. Just Rin."
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck nervously, then awkwardly bowed. "Nice to meet you"
"I can interact with my surroundings if I want. It's not that difficult for someone like me. But I don't do it often because it scares people when things start flying around." She lifted her hair with a smirk. "There, I answered one of your questions. Your turn. So far, how has your quirk manifested?"
"I can… I can see the dead."
"…Is that all?"
"Should there be more?" Izuku gulped. He wasn't in for any unpleasant surprises. But a part of him filled with excitement.
"Not yet. I see." She nodded to herself, without directly answering his question.
He rested the math book on the desk and turned to her, having started to gather his thoughts a bit. "How much do you know about this quirk? And why do you know?"
"It's a bit complicated, actually. I called it a quirk, but I'm not sure you should be calling it that. It's not a quirk exactly. I used to have it as well."
"The same quirk… but how can you say that it's not one?"
"Listen here, Midoriya. You see this cardigan?" Rin ran her hand over the yellow fabric. "Doesn't it look a bit too familiar? It's yours."
"You've had my cardigan all this time?" he frowned, feeling a bit upset.
She shrugged. "It was a trade. I took the cardigan. And you now have… them."
Rin rolled up her sleeves. There was no blood, just pinkish skin, without a scar or anything that would indicate that there had once been a grave injury on the girl's forearms.
Izuku's hands subconsciously went to his wrists, playing with the edge of his sleeves.
Rin took a few steps forward, and he tensed. She raised her arm and touched his fingers. She glared at him carefully. "Can I see them? Your arms…"
He let her move his hands away, despite the urge to push them away. He didn't want anyone to see that. It didn't sit right with him to see it either. Even when taking baths, he would find himself trying to avoid looking. It was better to pretend that they did not exist.
Rin touched the deep scars with a bitter expression. "I'm sorry. It must have hurt a lot."
He looked the other way, feeling the blood rush in his cheeks.
"The dead and the living are not supposed to interact. But here we are, having made this peculiar trade." She let go of him and fixed the folds of her rolled sleeves. "I think this is what triggered the manifestation of what you like to refer to as your quirk. Partially, it is my fault. I couldn't just stand by and see you waste your life like that. Ghosts that die by their own hand are of the ones with the most trouble moving on. I thought I was doing you a favor. I would never have imagined that such a thing would happen. It is peculiar indeed."
Izuku was very confused as to what she was trying to say, but he did register a few things. "You mean that our… trade… caused the quirk to finally manifest? Why wouldn't it manifest before? From a young age, I've waited…"
"If a person has the potential, and certain conditions are met, then it manifests. I've interacted with many sorts over the decades, but it's the first time that I meet another one like me. You drew the short straw, I dare say.."
"Why do you keep saying that it's not a quirk? I really… I don't get it, Rin-san."
She winced. "Just Rin. Have you told your mother about your sudden ability to see the dead?"
"Uh… no," he admitted with a guilty shake of his head. "I don't want her to freak out. I mean, after everything that happened… I cannot just walk up to her and say that I can talk to the dead. Ah, of course, I plan on telling her eventually…" Izuku waved his hands around.
"See is a good person, that woman. Cooks food for you, washes your clothes for you, pays for your tuition. I hope you get to appreciate how much she cares, after what you've experienced." Rin suddenly froze. "Midoriya."
"Yes?"
"I know I haven't told you anything yet, but this is it for the day. Good luck."
"Eh?"
"See ya."
The girl suddenly broke into a sprint and ran through the wall, disappearing without any other word. Izuku stared at the wall dumbfounded, wondering what all that had been about. She hadn't answered his questions, instead, she had created more.
"KID!"
"Waah! What is-!"
Once again, a startled Izuku turned around, coming face to face with a bodiless head that protruded from the bulletin board above his desk. The stubbly chin contracted with impatience.
"Tanaka-san?"
"Yeah, it's me kid! Listen, you have to hurry up! There's this guy with a gun at the supermarket!"
"What?"
"Just hurry it up!"
The head disappeared and a hand shot from the bulletin board. It seized hold of Izuku's hand and pulled with force.
"Ah- W-Wait!"
The green-haired teen found himself bending over the desk.
The hand let go of him and Tanaka's head reappeared with an apologetic expression. "Sorry kid. I forgot that you can't do this stuff. But you need to hurry!"
"You said there's a man with a gun?" Izuku asked as he stumbled backwards.
"Yeah. I didn't know who else to come to! This shady guy walked in the store just a minute ago! I saw the gun, but I don't think any of the customers or the cashier did! You really need to hurry!"
Izuku felt the effects of the adrenaline that rushed through his blood. Dry throat. Cold sweat. Rapid heartbeat. He glanced at the math book that lay open on his desk as if searching for instructions on what to do there.
"Please!" Tanaka's head repeated. "I think he was drunk. He may shoot somebody!"
Izuku's fingers curled and uncurled.
Right now, nobody knew of the danger. It was only him. Only he knew about it. Only he could do something about it.
"I'll call the police!" he announced and grabbed his cell phone.
Tanaka's head disappeared behind the wall as Izuku flung the door open. The All Might sign with his name on it swung and landed on the floor. The muffled voices of the TV were coming from the living room. He could see the grey flashes on the wall opposite the open door.
"Mum! I'm going out!"
The volume of the TV lowered completely.
"Izuku? Where are you going?"
"Just to the convenience store. I feel like eating some chips. Do you want me to get anything else?"
She got up from the couch and trotted to the entrance, where he was putting on his shoes. A deep frown was etched on her face. She put her hand over her heart and managed to drown the emotion of dread. He was just going to the store. Nothing to worry about.
She smiled at him warmly. "I think we're out of milk."
He grinned back and grabbed the knob. "I'll be back soon."
She nodded to him and waved, but when the door closed, her arm fell limply to her side, and her expression froze.
Nothing to worry about. He was just going to get some chips and milk. He had said that he'd be back soon.
Nothing to worry about.
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Izuku drew a shaky breath. His hand was trembling. He pressed the cell phone close to his ear.
"Uh… Yes… Thank you… I think I saw someone with a gun enter a convenience store. I'm worried that something will happen."
Tanaka nodded encouragingly and ran a hand through his stubbly chin.
"What they look like…? Um… they… they…" his green eyes darted to the ghost's face hopelessly.
The tall man pointed to his own head and made a gesture of pulling something over it.
"They uh… they're… they have a hood on."
He patted his suit and made the gesture again.
"A black hoodie," Izuku mumbled with uncertainty. "And… um…" Suddenly, Izuku put down the phone. "Tanaka-san!" he whispered "They can't hear you. You can talk to me freely."
The ghost flinched. "Right."
Izuku described the armed person according to Tanaka-san's words and gave them the address.
"Yes, I'm at the store right now." He informed the police officer on the other side of the line and stopped in his tracks. He had just arrived.
The partition was recently cleaned, and the inside of the store was brightly-lit, with colorful aisles and signs with big, red letters. A cheerful, robotic music was playing from the loudspeakers. The cashier at the corner, a short, tired woman, mumbled a half-hearted 'welcome' and her attention returned to the screen of her phone. The smell of mints was strong.
The automatic glass doors closed behind him and Izuku shook his pocket to hear the coins clunk in an attempt to calm himself.
Tanaka, who had silently followed, pointed at the aisle to the far left, where all the cat food was kept. "There."
Izuku spotted the figure that the man had described, clad in black.
The voice from his cell phone asked more questions, but he couldn't help but ignore it. The armed person's hood had been lifted ever so slightly. Two watery, puffy eyes stared back at Izuku with evident panic. Izuku lowered the phone with trembling lips. He had messed up.
That was all it took. The person's hand moved fast and pulled a small, glistening black gun from underneath the jacket.
The sound of the shot pierced his ears. The cashier screamed. The voice from Izuku's cell phone became an incoherent soft mumble as the device glided on the smooth floor, spinning several times and stopping at the base of a shelf.
"You ok, kid?"
He glanced at the tall, suit-wearing ghost. Tanaka's red tie swayed in front of Izuku's face. He glared at the ghost with big, scared eyes and nodded.
The robber lowered the gun but kept its tip pointed at the cashier. Without leaving the woman from his sight, his free hand searched blindly on the shelves as he strode across the front of the aisles towards her. He groaned with satisfaction when he found the long neck of a bottle.
Suddenly, his glazed over, chilly eyes landed on Izuku. "You! Put the money in here!" he growled and threw him an empty plastic trash bag. Izuku caught it in mid-air with shaking hands. The man motioned towards the cashier machine.
Izuku trudged next to the woman and they exchanged scared glances. The woman's mouth moved and she shook her head, but no sound came out.
The armed man pointed the tip of his gun at the green-haired teen. "Now." He hissed.
The woman made way for Izuku with a yelp.
The man began shoving bottles of beer and wine in another trash bag, filling it with the heavy objects without thinking that the plastic could tear.
The cell phone was still open, Izuku thought. The police had heard everything. Surely, a hero was underway…
"Hurry the fuck up!" the man roared. "You! Help him!" he shouted to the woman, waving the gun at her.
"Please, don't hurt anybody! Please!" she cried.
"Shut your trap!"
"I can do it!" Izuku intervened. "I don't need her help! See?" he started to put the money in the bag hastily to convince the man to leave her alone.
The woman collapsed to her knees, tearing up. Shrill cries escaped her throat as she rocked herself back and forth.
"Shut it!"
The sobbing got louder.
"I said shut up!" He pointed the gun at her again.
The woman clutched her belly and continued to whimper. "No…Please! My… my baby…. Not my baby…"
Izuku felt his heart skip a beat. The man walked up to them with a deranged look. The stench of alcohol made him wrinkle his nose. He was drunk. He couldn't reason properly.
"Damn right I'll shoot your baby if you don't stop, oi!"
The man forcefully grabbed her and shook her violently. He pressed the loaded gun against the woman's abdomen and she screeched, starting to hyperventilate. Her eyes widened so much that Izuku thought that they would pop out of their sockets. "No!" She struggled in an effort to shield that precious life that was growing inside her, but he wouldn't let her bend over.
Her panicked brown eyes found the emerald ones.
A woman was going to die, a woman that was carrying a child, just like his mother had once. Two lives were about to be taken away. Right then and there. Right in front of his eyes.
Izuku's entire being felt the cry of despair, the request for help, for someone, anyone, to help, to stop this, to prevent it, to put an end to it-
He couldn't allow it.
Before he could think things through, before he could even freeze from his own fright, Izuku found himself moving.
He couldn't allow it.
His body slammed right into the robber and pushed the man's gun out of his hand.
He couldn't allow it.
The man groaned and shook manically like a dog, but Izuku did not let go.
He couldn't allow it.
He pounded his fist against the green-haired boy's ribs. Again and again, the fist sent powerful shocks of pain all over, mercilessly. Izuku grunted, but still did not let go. Through half-closed eyes, he saw the woman, curled on the floor, still holding her belly.
Another strike to his sides made Izuku gasp as air escaped his lungs. His fingers curled into a fist. No. He couldn't allow it. No matter what.
The lights were flickering like crazy. A humming noise got louder and louder, developing into an annoying buzz. Cans were falling off the shelves with a metallic clatter.
Out of the blue, the robber was flung several feet away, crashing on the shelves of the other side of the convenience store. The products of the shelves rained down on him and covered the miserable form. The man stirred but did not stand up.
It was all over.
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"Nice job, kid! When that guy pulled the gun out, I thought that was going to be the end! But you jumped right in!"
Izuku gave a weak grin of appreciation to the ghost.
"Are you hurt?" Tanaka asked, noticing the slow pace of the boy's walking.
"It's just a couple of bruises. They'll go away in a few days." He waved his hand to dismiss the matter.
"My, you really surprised me, kid! I didn't know you had two quirks. Did you get that from your dad? He must be a hero or something, right?"
"Eh? Ah, no…" Izuku's expression darkened for a split second. "My father's quirk is completely different."
"Your mother then?" The ghost asked cheerfully.
Izuku again shook his head. He looked down at his open palm. What had all that been? He was certain that he had been the cause of it.
The tall ghost stared at the boy intensely. "Hey."
He looked up.
Tanaka's stubbly face was serious. "The truth is, I want to do something that has worth before I go. I only caused trouble while I was alive. So please, kid, you're the only one that can see me, so…" The ghost took a deep breath, an action that was entirely unnecessary, before continuing. "…So, can I come to you, whenever something bad happens? If it is a cat stuck in a tree, or a child that has lost a balloon, can I pester you about it? You wanted to be a hero, right? I saw the All Might posters in your room."
Izuku blushed. "Please, don't go in my house again!"
"May I say, that is some extreme fanaticism. I mean, I am a fan of All Might too, but not at the point that I slept with a blanket that had his face on it. I just remembered, I tried to get into UA, but failed the exams."
"You've taken the exams?"
"Yeah, when I was your age, which was, hey, not that long ago… They're insane! No wonder so few manage to pass every year."
They conversed lightly after that, every time that people were far enough to not hear Izuku seemingly mumbling to himself. The streets were fairly empty anyway. When they reached the door of Izuku's house, an awkward silence spread between them.
"…I forgot the milk." Izuku muttered.
"Hey, Midoriya's your name, right?" Tanaka asked, pointing at the nameplate.
The green-haired boy nodded.
The man smiled. "You'll make a good hero, Midoriya. I bet you could even get into UA if you tried. Have you considered taking the exams?"
Izuku paused with the hand on the knob. "…Yeah… Yes, I'll think about it." He gave a toothy smirk. "Thank you, Tanaka-san."
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He looked down at the slip of paper on his desk, torn from –what a tragedy!– the thirteenth notebook of the 'Hero Analysis for the Future' series that he had worked on so hard! The notebook lay open right next to his math book, with the remains of what was once a full page clearly visible under the lamplight.
He snatched the paper and held it with both hands, bringing it close so that he could read the neat letters, then blinked at the realization that it was too close, and readjusted the distance. He remembered that he didn't need glasses anymore.
Izuku's grip crumbled the paper's edges. He read the short, simple question.
What do you want to become now?
-Rin
(Referring to hours of procrastination and time spent writing instead of homework) It is the curse of the writers. But it's ok. At the end of the day… Even if it really is the end of the day… We get shit done. -wise words that I totally relate to
Well, there it is. I'm not very satisfied with it, but I can't afford to rewrite it (I already rewrote a large part of it) This chapter was similar to episode 2, wasn't it? With Izuku jumping right in to save somebody and all.
I think you can already guess the answer to Rin's question. I mean, we've got to get him to UA, don't we?
I hope you're not too confused with the whole Rin-thing. I came up with it fairly recently. Oh, and I hope you don't mind that I added a character like Tanaka. He won't make many appearances, but he is convenient; a ghost that can inform Izuku about anything that is going on in the city. I don't know, he's a bit of an irrelevant presence in the story.
We've got the exams for next chapter. I think I'll still be sticking close to the original plot for that. Not time to part with it yet.
Enjoy the remaining autumn, everyone! And once again, a huge THANK YOU for all those reviews!
Until next time!