●~Not All There Anymore |REWRITTEN|~●

|5| Unremarkable

Mineta gaped, while a few others fell into laughter. Iida looked like he wanted to scold Izuku, but held back in the end.

Mina, through tears of laughter, called out to him, "nah, keep it for yourself! I'm sure there are more important things for you to give a fuck about!"

Izuku nodded solemnly in her direction. He turned back to Mineta, making a show of bowing in apology. "Sorry, but I'm afraid that I have no fucks to give about your would-be death. You have my shallowest condolences."

With that, he twirled around (did a fill 180~) and walked over to Katsuki. "Come on, you're the only person I wanna hang out with. And I want food." No he didn't, food sounded horrid. "Also, those damn plushies. I can't sleep without them anymore!"

Katsuki snorted, although a faint blush was creeping up his neck. "Baby," he muttered. Izuku answered with a punch to the arm.

The two traveled out of the city, the rest of the class following.

Minoru Mineta no longer made a single complaint, too busy sulking. And thank fucking god for that.

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Once again, for some god forsaken reason, Izuku was puking up what little of his lunch he had eaten into a toilet.

Goddammit, he thought. Not again. He was so done with this. It was crap, and he hated it. One. Lunch. That's all he wanted.

Izuku slumped against the wall and flushed the toilet, wiping off his mouth. He had barely gotten half of his lunch down before feeling the need to puke it all back up. Thank god he didn't have heroics after lunch. Actually, they usually did. Thank god for early lessons.

Izuku closed his eyes, trying not to focus on his breathing. For some reason, that always made breathing seem harder, more labored. Didn't really help in a situation like this.

One lunch. Why did crappy meals always have to ruin things? Lunch Rush actually had good food! Wasn't him eating this food instead of whatever poison at that house suppose for help?

Oh yeah, Izuku realized. He always felt way too guilty if he didn't eat dinner at.... not home. Never home. He stopped himself from thinking that word, even if it was instinct.

Not. His. Home.

House. The house. Not his house, just the house. Yeah.

Izuku sighed. He would probably be late for his math class. Dang it.

He was really sick of this, pun unintended. Being slumped against a wall after chucking up his food, he means. This had been happening so often that he was actually losing weight, which couldn't be healthy. But he didn't want to eat. He didn't want to force himself either, but he felt so ungrateful and selfish when he didn't eat the food given to him.

At least he wasn't relying solely on strength now. Speed was much better, even without muscle to back it up.

God, he was talking like this was normal. It was normal, at least for him.

Stop rambling, he scolded himself. Then another contradicting thought interrupted. Well, it's not like anyone's here to know about it.