hero's shadow // mha

28) out of time

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To say Izuku is tired is an understatement.

His entire life he's been under the impression that alcohol wakes you up. It's a stimulant, right? So why wouldn't it? But right now, as he's frantically running through UA's open gates and scrambling for the entrance, he feels like the living incarnation of death. And not the fun kind of death—the sickly, sluggish, shriveled up kind of death. He feels disgusting.

It turns out that alcohol is actually more of a depressant than a stimulant, a fact that AINA helpfully told him after he downed half the bottle of vodka the night before. So yeah. He's feeling just fantastic.

He barely manages to make it to class on time, almost slipping as he rounds the corner thirty seconds before the last bell. He throws open the door and thanks the heavens that Aizawa isn't there yet.

Being late for a second time would've been embarrassing. Izuku barely managed to take a shower and put on his school uniform this morning, so there's no way he could've handled a lecture from Iida or, god forbid, Aizawa himself. In fact, all social interaction should be kept to a minimum for the next week.

It's for the best.

His head is pounding, his body trembling as his metabolism works through his latest coffee monstrosity. Today's concoction (and hangover cure) was the most fun to make by far. Izuku put a generous scoop of coffee grounds into the machine this morning and poured two Monster energy drinks—both being different flavors—into the place where the water would normally go. He added in a bottle of Five Hour Energy and then some sugar, though the sugar could've very well been cocaine—he wouldn't have been able to tell the difference in his current state of mind.

It doesn't taste half bad, which is surprising. He's definitely going to be making it again.

"Jesus Christ," Kacchan hisses, turning around in his chair to glare at him. Huh. Izuku doesn't remember walking to his seat. "Are you even sober right now, Shitku?"

Does he really look that bad? He took a shower this morning, so he thought he would be in the clear. It appears not.

"I am..." He pauses, scrunching up his nose to find the right words. "Moderately functional."

"I'll take that as a no."

Izuku is about to reply when Aizawa walks into the room, his steps noticeably a little steadier than before. It's probably a front, though.

"As you all know," Aizawa starts, hobbling towards his podium, "the Sports Festival is in two weeks. Regular classwork will be postponed from here on out to help you prepare for it." His gaze rakes over each individual student when they all erupt into cheers, and Izuku fights back a shiver when the unnerving glare lingers on him before moving down the line. "We'll be focusing on honing our skills until then. But before that, I have another announcement."

The mood dampens immediately at the ominous tone. Everyone is anxious, but Izuku is too far gone to feel the same way. Do fish get thirsty?

"Principal Nezu has decided it'd be in our best interest to host parent-teacher conferences in light of the attack. It's to put your families at ease, so to speak. We've already received concerns from other parents outside of the hero course, so this doesn't just apply to you all." As if on cue, the overhead projector flickers on. "It'll be held a week after the festival, so mark this date and time on your calendars."

It's only when Kacchan throws a balled-up piece of paper at his cheek that Izuku zones back in, and fuck. This is—this is probably not good. It's a parent-teacher conference, meaning a parent has to be there; an actual person. Izuku can't just forge signatures this time.