"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."
Aizawa sits down looking confused. "What do you mean problem child?"
Izuku perches on his desk and smiles. "Well although I said I loose a year per dream that isn't technically true. When I add all my dreams up and divide it by the age lost it come out with that answers however, at the very beginning I had two dreams where I was the same age." Aizawa nods along, processing the boys words. "It sounds like it's a confusing quirk." He says gruffly. Izuku laughs again. "It really is. I wouldn't be able to tell you confidently how long I have left because it's so difficult to track. I do know however if I continue to deal with the quirk and we can't find a cure that my time is going to run out soon." "Midoriya-"
"Sir, please I know," he says shaking his head cutting the teacher off. "I'm not loosing hope, I'm not giving up, I just need acceptance, I have to think of the worst just in case. Yes it hurts to admit it, yes I'm incredibly upset, but I'm going to do something about it. That brings me to my second point." He says smiling again.
"The favour?" Aizawa asks. Izuku nods excitedly pulling out a note book and closing his bag. "Would you mind taking me to principle Nezu's office?" He asks strapping his yellow backpack onto his back. Aizawa hesitates, but gives in and walks towards the door. "Thank you!" Izuku chirps.
The two make it and the boy knocks politely. "Come in Izuku, you too shota." The mouse bear thing says from behind the door. "Thank you sir." Izuku says bowing in greeting upon him entering. The head nods sipping a steaming cup of tea. "I received your request, and I'm happy, given your unique circumstances to allow It." Izuku's face lights up. "Are you sure?" He asks. "I know some of them aren't great but it would mean a lot to do at least some of them if I can." The green eyed boys flushes.
"Now, now, of course. I believe it will act like a distraction, then either way it ends you will at least have little to no regrets. I would be cold hearted to not give permission." Nezu says making eye contact with the older man. "Aizawa I'd like it if you could oversee Izukus request on my behalf. Of course you and he have my full permission to proceed with all of Izukus wishes."
"Thank you so much principle!" Izuku smiles. "I'm going to need some context I'm afraid." Aizawa says eyeing the two closely.
"Izuku here will explain." Nezu says watching as Izuku stands up bowing again in thanks. "Come on sir! I found a few cats on campus we can talk more there." The boy beams grabbing the mans wrist and leading him away.
"Midoriya." The man says as the boy skips still clinging to the mans sleeve. "Yes Mr. Aizawa?" The man gestures to the grip on his arm and the boy chokes slightly. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry sir!" He rushes out. "I didn't mean it!" The man crakes a rare smile and ruffles the boys hair. "It's fine kid, but what was that with Nezu?"
Izuku flushes. "Well you know earlier when I was explaining how even if my dreams come once a week I'd still not have much time?" Aizawa frowns. "I will find a cure, problem child."
Izuku's eyes droop and there's a sad smile. "I believe you," Midoriya began. "But please don't make it a promise."
There was a heavy silence before the two made there way out from the main building. "I'm sorry." Midoriya confessed. "I sent principle Nezu a request for permission to complete a bucket list." The green haired boy takes a deep breath in before releasing it. "It's just in case, but like the head said, I don't want to die, thinking I never did anything."
"Kid,"
"No no, I'm fine. I also want to make happy memories with my friends so they have things to look back on, I want them to smile fondly." Izuku explains.
The teacher nods his head, "Alright. Okay that's fine. Just in case." The man muttered. "Can I see your list?"
Izuku bites his lip, and clutched the note book towards his chest. "They're kinda silly, I don't want you to think I'm weird." He told the man. "Impossible, you could say you want to go to the moon, and I'd try my damndeat to get you there." Aizawa confirmed.
