Is this the real life? Or just a fantasy
Loop 1:
Izuku woke up quickly, he had to get all his packed things and move out, starting the same routine. The same stuff the same thing, no time for a run Auntie and Uncle would be there to pick him and Kachaan up soon. Going to grab his backpack Izuku finally noticed, this wasn’t his dorm room.
No, no, this was his childhood room, filled to the brim with All Might Memorabilia that he had mostly put into storage. This was his bed that he’d grown out of in his second year and the alarm clock that he’d broken after getting black whip. This was wrong. Very, very wrong.
Grabbing his phone, oh my God why is everything All Might, he felt so weirded out seeing Toshinori everywhere, his walls, lock screen, home screen, and phone case. I mean don’t get him wrong, the phone case was fine! He still loved All Might merch but after knowing the man? It was a little embarrassing.
Though maybe… Izuku thought looking at the time, and the date, it was junior high. Did that mean it was all probably a dream? Was this a quirk? A product of his imagination?
Imagination sounds right actually.
Izuku had always been told that he tended to think too big, too proudly. So yeah it would make sense if he dreamt about going to U.A, it would make sense that he could pass in his dreams, that he’d get All Might’s quirk. You can’t pass on quirks, it’s a part of your body, and passing on a quirk factor is physically impossible. Fuck he was an idiot for believing it for a second.
It still wouldn’t hurt to go on that run though….
Izuku grabbed some ‘workout gear,’ it wasn't that good for working out, but it was the best he had. The fact it was All Might didn’t make it all that much better he thought with a teensy cringe. Did a dream fix his hero-worshipping tendencies? Wack.
School had been the same as that dream, the same exact pacing and all that shit. Kachaan telling Izuku to kill himself and then throwing the boy's notebook out the window like a little shit.
This was it Izuku thought, it wasn't a dream maybe a prophesy quirk. He just had to go through it like before, same shit same place same people. Changing anything could trigger the butterfly effect and that was a terrible idea… probably.
Picking up his notebook after class he continued along just as he’d seen, maybe a little faster. I mean he was about to meet All Might if everything was going as Izuku had foreseen. Frickin ALL MIGHT! A battered voice took Izuku out of his thoughts.
“Perfect, I was looking for a meat suit.”
Oh, oh no, “No wait plea-” Voice drowned out by the gunk being forced down his throat, was this how he died? No, no, it was all like he had seen in that one dream. It would be fine! All Might would save him! Sure, the world was going a little dark and his heart was hammering in his chest. It would be fine though, yeah it would be perfectly fine.
Terror filled Izuku more and more as time went on, All Might should have been there by now, was he too early? Goo was in his throat and he couldn’t breathe what was happening… was he wrong? Would All Might not get here in time? Please help. Please he did everything the same how did he get here early?! Slime was in his airways, Izuku was clawing at his throat hoping for it to just leave .
The villain began talking, saying things like “you're my hero” and “This is a great help” while Izuku tried to squirm and fight just to live, to escape, to beg for help, to do anything. Losing air too fast, spots filling his vision, and strength leaving his body forcing him to stop struggling “All Might won’t comeI’m going to die.” Izuku could tell, this would be-
‘Clank’
The noise seemed to echo through the alleyway. A sewer cover flying off into the sky, Izuku couldn’t see it but he knew what was about to happen. He was going to be rescued. “FEAR NOT CITIZEN I AM-” All Might’s voice came out like a breath of hope and trailed off like a train wreck. Everything fading and then, I AM HERE! I AM HERE! I AM HERE! It felt like a taunt.
Loop 2:
He died, I just died, I didn’t, I was awake, but he’d died. It was too vivid too real, fuck. That was definitely real, not a dream. Grabbing an unused notebook, he started writing like a madman on a mission words filling up the pages muttering
“The pain was too real to be fake.”
“Fuck, I just died what do I do about that? Do I just pretend it never happened?”
“I don’t know, it was too real, how is this even happening, this should be impossible!”
“Unless it’s a quirk but nobody at school has a dream quirk this powerful, or a dream quirk for that matter.”
“Maybe a time-loop quirk? The first time I looped at graduation but this time it was when I died.”
“Am I the only one in this loop? Should I call the others, unless the first time was all a dream and they aren’t real?”
“But it felt too real to be a dream, but what if none of them remember and it’s only me in this loop?”
“Am I alone, Kachaan doesn’t remember but I remember, will he remember at a different time?”
“Some of them had money so if I do call just to check it’s possible I could be hunted for stalking because it would seem weird to have their phone numbers! So many things could go wrong if I’m actually in a time loop.”
And so on and so forth, questions from his mind filled up page after page as he tried to piece together what he could.
Maybe Izuku thought, I should write down what happened in the first timeline.