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(sneakpeak)

"Hey, wanna listen to a fun story?" A voice called down from a tree.

"No," replied the person below. "I'm not interested in males."

"Well, too bad!" The voice laughed. "Here it is~"

"Da fuq mate-"

*S-TA-TI-C*

A singular sound echoed across the small room. It filled the silence, and brought evidence of life.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The room had a bed, window, table, and computer, all crammed to one side of a curtain. The other side had a cabinet and two potted plants. The flowers were wilting away.

One should also note the chairs to the sides. The chairs need love too, you know.

The lights were off, and the space was dark due to it being past midnight. The only things awake were the beeping noises and a human inside.

There was a young boy sitting in the bed, staring monotonously out the window. His eyes were bloodshot and there were dark bags lining them. His hair was in a complete mess, and so was the male himself.

He unconsciously touched the needle in his right arm, changing his line of sight towards it. He followed the tube from the needle, as he did multiple times, right to the IV nearby. It was filled with blood.

His eyes glossed over to the table next to him that was choke-full of binded paper and pencils. Notebooks.

The boy, now remembering, turned and reached for a green journal on the nightstand and opened it to the first page. He whispered to the air.

"Chapter One: Midoriya Izuku, Origin," he began, engrossing into the handwritten book he prepared for only himself to see.

It only took him three and a half hours to read until the arc with Overhaul.

Whoa, a new record, he thought, writing the new time at the end of the page. There were other things written on it, but he closed the journal and set it aside to grab a different notebook. It was black.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The male, rather hesitantly, turned the cover to the back, and was greeted with the sketch of a figure that no longer existed, and their name below. At least, in that world.

The hair was swept to one side, hiding an eye. Glasses were propped up on the bridge of the nose, slightly reflected in the drawing. They wore a windbreaker on top of a T-shirt and baggy jeans. An infinity scarf was wrapped around the neck.

There were many more details, but those were the major ones, as well as two others.

One, there was a signature smirk across the face.

Two, there were no eyes.

Maybe it was because he didn't pay attention to other people's eyes that he didn't draw them. Maybe it was because of how difficult they were. Maybe he was scared to recreate the eyes of someone long gone.

You can't really blame him, though.

Because who would draw the eyes of someone you once knew as yourself?

*-STA-T-IC-*

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The boy eventually slid the notebook back to the bottom of the pile, straining a sigh. He took up another one, however, and it was orange. A chuckle came out.