Timeloop Trouble

Chapter 32 - Blind Panic

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"And you're absolutely sure about this?" Eraserhead asked, making Izuku nod. He knew why he was asking that, knew why they were having this conversation in the first place, but that didn't make this any easier. Izuku hated that Aizawa didn't trust him. That he'd given him no reason to, that he was simply the son of his father- "Did your father tell you about this?"

There it was. Izuku frowned, hating the fact his dad was brought into the conversation every other sentence. Hated that he had to be reminded of his origins time and time again. If Aizawa sensei had his memories he wouldn't be talking to Izuku like this. He wouldn't be talking to Izuku at all. He would know everything already. No, this conversation would've been a lecture. His teacher telling him how reckless and selfish he'd been, how sacrificing his own life was pointless. But he wasn't dying, and he wasn't truly unhappy either. So was this really all that big of a sacrifice to make?

"He didn't," Izuku said. "But I know where to look, and I'm too noisy for my own good so..."

"I thought you wanted nothing to do with him and his plans? So why go and search for it intentionally?" Aizawa asked. Izuku didn't know whether he was picking at him, taking apart every word he said to determine whether or not Izuku was a threat, or whether he was simply curious. He doubted it was the second one, though...

"If his plans involve hurting Kacchan- uhm, Katsuki, I need to know," Izuku stated, correcting himself way too late. "He... He was the original target for the kidnapping."

"I see," Eraser hummed, looking back down at the notes. "So Himiko Toga will make an appearance at the licensing exam? Maybe we should let Nezu contact Shiketsu High and warn them of the threat."

"That would be good, yeah," Izuku said, fiddling with his hands. "Is there anything else you need me for, sensei? It's getting late and I-"

"You're free to go," he sighed, his gaze turning serious, rooting Izuku in place. "But I'm keeping my eye on you, Izuku Midoriya. You may be a spare, but you're still his own flesh and blood, and if you even think about siding with him- If this is all some sort of ruse- I will find you, and I will make you pay for the pain you caused. Am. I. Clear?"

His eyes flashed red for a moment, a show of power more than anything else since Izuku didn't actually have a quirk he could erase. It still sent shivers down his spine, and for a moment Izuku was back there, in the USJ, moments from getting slaughtered by the man standing before him right now. He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to keep his body from trembling, his mind from wandering off into the past. This is fine. Everything is fine. He's not actually going to kill you. You're fine.

"There's no need to threaten one of our students, is there?"

Izuku tensed up at that voice. He didn't need to turn around to know it was All Might. What was he doing here? Why was he standing up for him? Oh god, no, stop it! Izuku didn't want to get stuck in flashbacks right now! Not in front of them, not when he was sure he was on the edge of a panic attack from a damn look alone- His breath hitched when he felt a hand on his shoulder, his body jolting and jumping away on instinct. All Might look hurt, confused, worried. Izuku was sure he himself looked terrified, too.

"I- I'm sorry, I- I have to go! Please excuse me!" he exclaimed, stumbling over his words before practically sprinting out the room. He didn't remember how he ended up in a toilet stall, didn't bother trying to remember in a rush of panic and adrenaline. All he knew was that he slid down to the ground, crying, panting- heaving, really. God, he was having a panic attack. He was having a panic attack over Eraserhead's quirk- Over something that happened ages ago- Why?! Why now?! He was supposed to be over this shit! Izuku thought he was over this crap!