"Hello again Midoriya! The homework on your desk is piling up, however all your classwork is organized by class and date. I hope you are not neglecting your training regimine while you are absent." Iida said, his brain on Class President autopilot.
He paused, his phone clutched delicately in his blocky hand. He looked down at the screen, watching the seconds tick by as it counted the call's length.
Yes, he had called Midoriya over the small breaks they had gotten over the year. But it hadn't nearly been this silent.
Usually Midoriya would answer his questions, introduce new tangents, be willing to discuss topics about heroics and morals, as well as analyze someone's quirk as practice.
Iida wanted to learn to analyze like Midoriya--such a skill would be imperative to their jobs as heros in the future.
And to analyze so quickly...Iida wanted to begin learning as soon as possible.
But now it was as if Iida was talking to a wall, his own voice rochcheting back to his ears. In a sense, Iida felt alone.
Being on a call with a bare phone was increasingly lonely. Iida slumped his shoulders, posture turning loose. He hadn't been sleeping well, he was tired. His friend going missing was the first punch in the gut, the quiet calls were the second.
Midoriya felt to close yet so far at the same time.
It was unnerving in a sense.
"Midoriya," Iida began, leaning back against his headboard as he gently held his phone. He then moved his right hand so he can scratch a small part of his scalp.
"I'm so tired. It feels so lonely being without a close friend such as you. I know I am not the only one feeling this way though."
Iida looked over to his messy desk. He was less organized than normal within his own chambers. However outside he had maintained his front of organized Class President.
But he could feel his resolve failing.
"Midoriya, it's the beginning of the second week. No one knows if you simply walked away for a bit or if you are in danger. I wish there were more clues as to what happened. If you were stressed, I should've been there to help you. And if you're in danger, we will find you. And we will help you." Iida promised, voice flowing though the phone, sounding strangled and teary.
He pushed his glasses off his face and began rubbing his eye with a free hand.
"I wish there was just a sign. So we know how to move forward." Iida mumbled to himself. He could feel his shoulders shaking as he dwelled within a surplus of emotions.
The most prominent emotion he felt was worry.
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Calling
FanfictionIzuku Midoriya, in the midst of his first year of UA's hero course, has gone missing. No one knows exactly when or how. But somehow along the way, they realized that he accepts his calls, though he doesn't answer. Somehow the calls become tradition...
