I need you

-2- decision making

Izuku's POV

I was still slightly shaken up from my encounter with the man on Friday but it was now Monday. I was sitting in my desk waiting for Mr.Aizawa to come in.

I was on edge the whole weekend which made it hard to enjoy and relax. I think my mom could tell something was wrong but I played it off as nothing.

I couldn't get his words out of my mind. They just kept playing on loop over and over, reminding me that I would soon have to face him again.

And it almost seemed like the sight of his bright red eyes were burned into my brain. They were somehow beautiful in there own twisted way.

I never got a good look of his face at the USJ attack but now I've seen it and I don't think I can forget.

It's almost like I want to be scared of him but I can't bring myself to fear his eyes that hold a certain fondness for me.

I sit slumped in my chair as these thoughts run through my mind in an early morning fog of tiredness.

You have to wonder what the man with the messy baby blue hair wanted. It would be nice to put a name to his pale face. His fragile face with thin lips that fit with the rest of his look.

He had a small frail body almost as if he was having malnutrition problems. I wonder if he's ok. He seemed too thin and pale for it to be healthy.

Mr. Aizawa came into the room in his bright yellow cocoon sleeping bag like he dose every morning, bringing my attention back to my surroundings.

"Alright let's start class. Settle down and get back to your seats." He says in his usual tired and bored voice. He really need a vacation.

"Let's head it to the training grounds for some one on one combat training." I hear Mr.Aizawa announce. He usually dose some like this on days he doesn't want to teach.

So me along with the rest of the class changed into our gym cloths and headed out to fight.

Just my luck I got paired with bakugo. So we headed up on the stage like thing. It was similar to the sports festival and the class was on the side lines watching.

We both got into fighting stances, facing each other. Kachan gave me a harsh glare before making the first attack. The same one in fact that he always dose.

He moved to punch me with his right hand but instead of in a fist he had his palm open ready to blow me to pieces.

I dodged, rolling onto the floor. I stoped sprawled out on my back in the middle of the fighting stage.

Flashing images shot through my head at a painful speed. The image of the blue haired man moving his hand towards me at the USJ attack.

I grasped onto my head in a tight grip and curled into a fetal position. I could hear yelling but it was all muffled at the back of my brain.

All I could see was that blue haired man. His red eyes staring into mine. His pale hand reaching out towards me.

I need to see him again. We need to talk and I need to know more about him. Who is he? Who is the man that has been haunting my brain sense he met me?

We will meet again.

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Ok this was rushed and short but what do you expect I have no skill. I do hope you like it though my little duckies 🐤🐤🐤