MHA reacts, prompts, and one shots.

Remember, dreams aren't predictions of the future/ One shot

The anime protagonist.

Their whole lives motive squashed up into one scene of much anticipation of character development; this is empathized by a constant habit of staring at their palms.

For Izuku's case, it was more than just that. Perhaps it was quite literally a life-changing situation. The person in question sat on his bed, solemnly staring at his bruised hands. The All Might clock- in front of him- ticked just a bit too loudly for his liking.

He couldn't explain what was keeping him up. He was already beyond exhausted from his work-study. Nighteye had ran him ragged and twisted all over. But no matter how hard he squinted his eyes, something deep within him would not allow it to be identified.

The electrical feel of One For All failed to dissipate. Creating a dull pain in his bones that he knew wasn't from the repeated snapping and damage.

He had never been good with pain like this. For some reason, the sharp identifiable trauma of broken bones, cuts, and lacerations had always been easier for him to deal with. Regardless, even if the thought of asking Toshinori passed through his mind, this was not what he would classify as life-threatening.

Oh, how he was wrong.

A slightly more powerful pain struck throughout his body as he shifted tiredly on the bed sheets. Biting back a wince, he shut his eyes and let his mind drift into drunken darkness, only to be brought back into reality. It would be a constant back and forth struggle until he lost any hope. Oh how ready he was to flee the wretched cold of the room.

He hoped some laps would work out, come morning.

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An ear-piercing sound set off, a scarred hand slammed itself on the alarm.

Izuku let out a sigh and ran a hand down his face, noting his exasperation. For some time, he could admit he was not feeling ok. Mentally running through his hero analysis notes, his body drifted into numbness for the past hour or so, his mind still running out of pure submission.

He gave up sleeping around three hours ago or so.

When he first tried to make it to his feet, his head spun and ached in a panic, forcing him to fall back down against his will. Finding his way up once again, he stumbled- slower this time, his toes numbing and gradually closing in on themselves.

The spinning subsided, but whoever casted this spell seemed to be determined to mesh his organs in agony. The aching persisted, pounding stubbornly with every reluctant step.

He could just skip his run and double the miles tomorrow.

Before heading down to the common room, he grabbed two painkillers out of the bottle he kept on his (All Might themed) dresser.

As he made his way down the stairs. He hoped that he was the first one up. It was most likely, considering the lack of sunlight.

It would be nice to make breakfast in peace for once without the bickering of his classmates. Don't get him wrong, he loved them, but all of them first thing in the morning was not exactly his favorite event in the world.

He attempted to find the light switch, running his hand along the wall. It took him a solid minute to find it. Flicking it on, he got rewarded with a clatter of dishes and a string of mumbled curses.

Izuku would have laughed at the sight of his homeroom teacher struggling to get a coffee maker to work, but he was exhausted. Izuku made sure to steer clear of the man as he walked over to the fridge. Opening the door, he thoroughly scanned through the items to find his leftovers. He was sure that he put it on the second shelf. Heck, he put his name on the container. He looked over to the stack of dishes Aizawa kept knocking over during his struggle. Sure enough, someone had eaten them. Probably Denki, Bakugou would have left the empty container in the fridge.