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Wouldn't it be super dramatic if Izuku explodes in a shower of blood before his classmates?
"Hey, mom, it's me, Izuku." I held the phone in my trembling hand, not knowing if I would drop it.
"Things … are going well, I guess. Me and Tsuyu got into a … not a fight, but um …" I didn't know how to respond, knowing that mom wouldn't want us to fight, "I think … she's a little tired of me."
"No. No, she's fine, I think. I haven't talked to her in a while. I want to call her, but ..." I paced back and forth, my worn shoes scrapping the pavement. My arm ached in its sling, but it wasn't giving me too much trouble at the moment.
"... I don't know what I should do, mom ..."
I lost feeling in my knees and I dropped to the pavement, the bone cracking against the cement, but it was as if my body didn't even register it.
"I-I'm fine … I mostly … it doesn't hurt ..." I wasn't lying, but I don't think I was telling the truth. It was hard to tell through my unresponsive body, "Tsuyu … I love her so much, mom ..."
Every time my eyes closed, I saw her. Her smile, her laugh, the times she got embarrassed or even angry at me when I did something.
But she had looked so solemn, so serious when she confessed to what she had done, and it made all of my happiness fade away.
"... Mom, I …"
How long had she felt this way? The pain in my arm and legs had grown worse in the past few years, and it was only getting worse.
"... I gotta go. There's paperwork I need to fill out … and …" choking on my words, I slowly stood up.
"... I'll visit you again soon."
I pocketed my phone, plans to call Tsuyu stored away for later and I stroked the stone gravestone once, trying to find a bit of courage. I pulled away and left the cemetery.
I think it'd be super sh-sh-shocking!