Tomorrow's another day

13

"Mr Aizawa?" Izuku calls out softly. The teacher turns from the stand and motions for him to continue. "I'd like to speak to you once the class has left, if you're free." He says timidly. The man nods not making a big deal and Izuku sighs letting go of some anxiety.

Students start leaving, and as usual Bakugou, Kirishima and Todoroki walk up expecting the green boy to walk back with them. "You ready short stack?" Kirishima asks wrapping and arm around the boys waist. Izuku smiles apologetically, "Sorry guys I have to talk to mr. Aizawa after class, I'll meet you back at the dorm?" He questions looking at each of them. The red head nods pulling his arm away and placing it on the duel boys shoulder instead. "No problem zuki, Are you okay?" Shoto asks keeping a straight face. Izuku snorts but nods waving the three off.

Bakugou however takes this as a challenge, and narrows his eyes. "You two go ahead I need to ask the nerd something." He says not breaking eye contact with Izuku. "Alright then, let's go shotobro!" Kirishima says happily walking with the other.

Izuku shifts uneasily from foot to foot. "Kacchan is something wrong?" The two boys are the only ones left besides Aizawa. "Yes something is fucking wrong. You said you weren't hiding anything from me."  He growls. "Wa? I'm not, I just have to speak with Mr. Aizawa that's all!" The greenett says waving his hands around.

The blond doesn't let up red eyes piercing through the boy. "You're lying." He states. "I'm not!" Izuku whines. "I just need to talk to him!"
"I don't believe you. Tell me what you are gonna talk about."

Izuku opens his mouth before pausing. He closes his mouth looking down. The silence hangs for a moment before the blond scoffs harshly. "Pathetic, you're hiding and it's pathetic." He spits.

Izuku nods, taking the anger, still keeping his eyes on his shoes. "I know Kacchan, and it's killing me." He whispers. Izuku can feel the glare he gets but luckily the blond drops the questions and walks away slamming the door close behind him.

Izuku sighs shakily. "I'm sorry." He breaths out once he's alone again.

"Problem child." The man interrupts. Izuku snaps back to normal plastering on a smile. "Right! I- well I have some news about the quirk and also a request." He starts getting straight to the point. Aizawa nods. "I'll pass the information along, whats going on?" The ravennett questions.

Izuku fiddles with the straps of his pack pack before sighing and slouching it off. "Well when I first started having visions I estimated I was around 29, years old. Eri was a pro hero, or a medic I'm not too sure, ah I'm getting off topic!" Izuku exclaimed. He shakes his head. "Over the past four weeks I've lost around 4 years. My most recent dream had me around 25ish.

Considering that It will have been a month tomorrow, the fact I've lost 5 years in that time means I'm losing 1 year for every dream, give or take." He runs a hand through his curls. "It's really frustrating, I've been having about one dream per week, but it has risen to two per week. That means every week I'm loosing at least two years. I did the math one night after a particularly horrid dream and that gives me around 12 weeks to fix this. But that's only if the frequency of my dreams doesn't rise."

Izuku finally looks up to his teacher. There's an emotion he can read and it makes his stomach spike. "Are- are you okay, sir?" The boy asks quietly. "12 weeks and that's only if they don't become more frequent?" Aizawa echos. Izuku nods. "Do you think they'll become more frequent?" He's asks almost afraid of the answer.

Izuku looks away and out the window. He can see students walking around together enjoying the autumn afternoon. "Yes I do." It's said simply, no jokes, no hesitation. "The rate of which I have dreams seems to go up every four weeks." He says. Aizawa furrows his brows. "Izuku that would only leave you-" Izuku laughs softly. "I know Mr. Aizawa 12 weeks would be cut dramatically to 4, however," he adds looking back. "This isn't the case."