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"Normal" - speaking
'Italics' - thinking/ writing
(Bold) - author speaking/ author notes
<Normal> - calling/ audio
(Normal) - texting

(Third POV)

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"I'd love to keep talking, but I'm afraid it's time I take my leave," Reaper nods, respectfully, turning away, their cloak lightly swaying in the wind.

"If you need anything else, I've put my number into your phone," They say, putting their hood back on before fading away. Swirls of grey-purple smoke take their place, before also vanishing into nothingness.

"Wow, I have the grim reaper's phone number," Izuku mutters, amused.

Averting his gaze away from where the reaper once stood, Izuku looks up, remembering he left his backpack and shoes on the school roof.

Walking into school once again and up to the roof, he eventually finds his yellow bag and red shoes, placed on the edge before he jumped.

Once situated, with both his shoes and backpack on, the green-haired teen looks down at his bloodied uniform.

"Oh no, Mom's gonna kill me..."

"Well... at least try."
Izuku shivers at the memories of past instances where he came home with a dirty, ripped-up uniform from Bakugo and his lackeys' daily beating.

Glass shards and blood splatter everywhere. The pungent smell of alcohol wafted through the air, stinging his nostrils.

'It always hurt walking down the hallway, back to my bedroom. Cuts and bruises all over my body; everything hurt."

"It wasn't a pretty sight or scent,' Izuku reflects, shuddering.
Frowning, the greenette makes his way home.

On the sidewalk, many people give him nervous or disturbed looks, sometimes a mix of both.

'Well whadya expect? I'm covered in blood... my blood...'

'Of course I'm gonna get weird looks,' Izuku thinks, mournfully.

'I wish Reaper actually taught me how to mask myself from the world so no one can see me,' Izuku contemplates, frustrated.

'Oh, wait... shit, I left the blood puddle back on the school grounds. Let's hope no one looks into it that much,' Izuku thinks, slightly bothered.

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