●~Not All There Anymore |REWRITTEN|~●

|5| Unremarkable

three pointer? Oh, thanks Kacchan. He needed that. Say, how was Kacchan doing? Probably didn't care about that one night. May
be he was just being impulsive. Probably. Oh look, another laser. He should probably

move. Hey, where was he? Was he in a city? Didn't cities have cars? Beeping, honking cars that sped down the road so fast, too fa st to notice the kid in the road? Speaking about beeping, he heard buzzing.

Now it was more than buzzing. Where was he again? Didn't he already think this? Oh yeah. And there was a laser. He should get out of the way. Where was the laser again? Was Kac chan there? There should be other people too-

"Deku! What the fuck, focus!"

Izuku blinked, shaking his head. He looked around. He was in the model city in Gym Gamma, doing a training exercise in All Might's heroics class. He was fighting robots. That shot lasers. Oh shit, lasers.

Alright, enough catch up time. Come up with a plan. Stop being distracted. He was too distracted to come up with a plan to stop being distracted. He was too tired. Stop being tired. He was too tired to come up with a plan to stop being distracted to stop being tired so that he could make a plan. Wait, what?

Oh yeah, robots. Where were his thoughts today? Where was his analytical mind. Plans. Plans plans plans. Come on. Izuku's mind raced, even as not a single productive thought passed through it.

Alright, fine. Here was the plan; sock every robot with as much strength as possible, while avoiding breaking his bones and harming any classmates. Wait, that was too complicated.

Okay, new plan. Don't hurt classmates. Punch robots. Don't break bones. It still felt like too many thoughts to handle, to process, to send signals to everything else. Izuku felt like crying and screaming and just plain sulking all at once.

Another plan. Robots bad, classmates safe, bones no break. Good enough.

Izuku snapped himself out of his own head, running up to another robot. God, this was a massacre. Uraraka was to his left. She looked like she was having a bit of trouble, she looked nauseous. He should help.

Unfortunately, his brain couldn't exactly process all of his actions and movements right now. So as he tried to hit the robot, he also jumped to the side, toward Uraraka. He ended up getting hit in the gut, rolling to the ground.

Izuku coughed, holding his stomach in pain. God, it hurt. It also left his brain feeling more focused, but in a tunnel vision kind of way. He could make out his movements, what he should do, what was in front of him. Everything else was a scrambled mess of blurriness and exhaustion.

Izuku pushed through anyways. Didn't he always? Oh, ow. That laser kind of hurt. Wait, when was there a laser? He was doing it again. Stop that. Plan. The last plan didn't
work.

Izuku dropped to the ground, kicking his legs out to make the robot fall.

Ow, his back hurt now. He heard something, sounded like a person. They said something. What did they say again?

Izuku jumped up, kicking the head straight off a robot. It fell to the ground, narrowly missing Ojiro.

He felt bruised. He could see scars. Oh hey, when did that cut get there? It looked deep. That person should probably get help. Izuku should help them. Oh wait, that's his arm. When did his scars start reopening? That was rude of them.