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Mashirao Ojiro had not expected to wake up after seeing Midrioya die, and then have to relive September 31st, 2222 three times.
"I swear to the Illuminati gods that if it's September 31st-"
He fumbled around and grabbed his phone. He turned on the screen. Underneath the bold letters of 7:55 was the mocking letters of 'September 31st'. He let out a strangled scream.
"Ojiro. You're late."
"S-Sorry, Aizawa-sensei! I stayed up late last night and I forgot to turn on my alarm!"
Mashirao waited for his punishment: one hour of running around the training course. He didn't mind the running, but it was bad only because while everyone else got to train their ultimate moves-he had to waste precious time running.
"...Only one minute late. I suppose I can let it slide since Ectoplasm does not mind."
"W-Wait what?"
"Hurry along unless you're voluntarily going to run like Iida."
"Y-Yes, sir!"
Confused yet relieved, Ojiro scurried to his training station. Everywhere around him, were his classmates working hard at improving their fighting style. He stared in awe as Sato devoured three cakes in less than ten seconds. Rikido Sato's eyes met his he gave a small wave.
"Hey Mashirao, aren't you supposed to be doing laps?" Sato asked.
"S-Sensei let it slide since I wasn't that late!"
Wait, how did Rikido know I was supposed to be running?
Today's September 31st was weird. During lunch, Aoyama was supposed to accidentally knock Koji's water over. However, it was like as if like Aoyama had been expecting it. He had moved the cup out of the way prior to sitting down.
It turned out to be an even more weird day when he had caught Sato staring at him like he grew a second tail or something.
It officially became the weirdest day when Tooru came up to him and whispered; "Come to Sato's room tonight, we have cookies!"
"Do you think that Mashirao-kun knows that we know?"
"He's a smart guy, I'm sure he figured it out right after I saw him this morning."
"He could be in denial though..."
Sato piped cream into the freshly baked sponges, deep in thought. Aoyama seemed to be drooling as he stared at the little cream puffs. Tooru Hagakure was reading through her diary, using sticky notes every once in a while to bookmark her pages.
"Guys, it's kind of weird that my diary entries are all-"
A knock interrupted Tooru.
"I'll get it," Aoyama went to open the door, "Mashirao-kun! How nice of you to join us!"
The blond hair boy walked in hesitantly, his tail dragging right before him. He greeted everyone with a small wave.
"Hello," Mashirao blushed, "It smells really good in here!"
"Thanks. We know we promised you cookies but we have something better than that," Sato grinned, "Cream puffs!"
Sato handed the freshly piped cream puff to Mashirao. He took it with a small bow and bit into the soft pastry. Immediately, his tail started to wag back and forth happily. Tooru let out a small giggle and he turned red.
"This is really good! You're an amazing baker, Sato!" Mashirao said.
"Thanks!"
"Anyways," Tooru said casually, "We know that you know about the time loops."
Mashirao's fell off the chair and his eyebrows skyrocketed in shock.
"About the Illuminati Theory of September Thirty First?" Mashirao asked.
The three of them stared at Mashirao.
He stared back at them.
"Wait. What?" Tooru stifled a giggle, "The Illuminati Theory of September Thirty First?"
"The Illuminati, an American conspiracy theory, has to be behind this. Everything's done in threes, there have been three September 31st's, and there's you three, Tooru-chan is using three different colors of sticky notes, and-"
"Non, non, non, not the Illuminati!" Aoyama waved his hands rapidly, "Monsieur, we're talking about Midoriya-kun's resets! Sato here has personally witnessed more than four resets, and this is Tooru and my first time experiencing September 31st again! Also, now there's quatre of us, not trois!"
"Oh," Mashirao stared at them blankly, "Oh..."
He looked at his toes in embarrassment. Now that he thought about, it didn't make sense that the Illuminati was behind the time loops. He chewed his lips hesitantly.
"I-It was a good guess though."
"Our theory is that we think that every time Midoriya Izuku dies, time resets itself to September 31st," Sato wiped his hands on his apron.
A sinking feeling rumbled in his stomach. His appetite was suddenly gone.
"H-He dies more than once?"
Mashirao didn't know if his question came out as a scream or a whisper. Watching Midoriya pass out in the showers was scary enough, and then trying to figure out why he kept waking up on the same day was more than nerve-wracking.
"Yeah, we got ambushed by a villain on October 12th..." Tooru's uniform shivered, "And Sato here has watched him die more than once."
"Oh my..."
Watching Midoriya die more than once must have been traumatizing.
"How did your Midoriya die? And how did you prevent that?" Sato asked.
"From showering. I think he overexerted himself during training and then passed out in the showers. I was entering the bathroom and then I heard a crack... God there was so much blood. And M-Midoriya had- oh my god, I-I was so scared..."
Blood pooling and getting sucked down the drain...
Mashirao felt his tail frazzle up as he replayed the memory in his head. Someone was rubbing soothing circles on his back. Seeing Midoriya die was bad enough, but reliving the memory had him shaking.
"T-The next thing I knew was that I woke up and it was September 31st again. So now I just wait outside of Midoriya's stall on October 3rd at 7:00."
Silence covered them like a thick blanket.
"If it makes you feel any better, monsieur, " Aoyama said weakly, "We didn't know he died on October 3rd, so you must have been doing a good job preventing that accident."