Again and Again, Will it ever end?

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Izuku had gotten in, he’d done everything like he had the first time it had hurt why did it hurt, his friends didn’t know him. Smiling at them and repeating old conversations, staying exactly the same. Izuku had learned, he’d learned after so many deaths. He wouldn’t count those loops, the ones where the Villain had gotten him or random things killed him. 

Izuku’s middle name might as well be, danger prone, because Jesus Christ, how did he get through life the first time. bright orange, a boom cracking through the air, and for the finale an explosion to the face. Kacchan had started a fight, an unfair one he hadn't even known he was in, and he was dead again he hadn’t even walked into the classroom…

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“I AM HERE! I AM HERE!” Hands slammed alarm clock, Izuku wished he could get a new one, hearing that everytime he died was kind of ruining it for him. “Fuck” He hadn’t cursed this much before, maybe dying so many times was wearing on him. Mom would probably be mad about that. 

Restart repeat and go through the motions! Almost die, get one for all, break his arms and legs “will that ever stop hurting so much?” Make it to class? That one was harder than you’d fuckin think.

A quarter of his deaths have been from incidents, making it before Iida and Kacchan exploding on him, a car swerving into him on his way to the train, and so many things that just go wrong in his presence. Izuku was this close to a little mcbreakdown!

The difference compared to the last few times though? Ojiro was talking to Izuku, they’d barely talked in any other timeline, this one was different though. Why? Izuku needed to actually pay attention and reply . “My name’s Ojiro Mashiro, what’s yours?” 

Oh fuck oh frickity fracity fuckity “Midoriya Izuku” He squeaked, his social life was dead. There was no getting passed this.

While lamenting his terrible attempt at having a social life he was being picked up like a sack of potatoes. Skrt and a crash and Izuku was just… staring at the back of the boy who’d helped him. 

Ok, so sticking by Ojiro was a good idea.

“Are you ok Midoriya?” Worry seemed to stick to the mutant’s voice like glue.

“Oh, ugh yeah! Totally thank you for saving my life” Help, help, help he’d never thought of asking for help before. That changed things, people being able to help him not die changed so many things.

Ok, maybe that should have been the obvious answer… Getting help had never been his strong suit, ok?!

Fiddling with his sleeves as Ojiro spoke “That could’ve been a really bad accident, I’m glad you’re ok Midoriya!”

“Yeah… it really could have, thanks for the save!!” Izuku always forgot about the car, he needed to fix that. He didn’t know what he’d done that got Ojiro there at that moment, but he was glad it happened.

With s grin sent his way Izuku felt like he could finally relax. Maybe. No, he couldn’t but it was still nice!

Somehow, they’d gotten to talking about martial arts and it was really cool learning about how different mutations gave different advantages. Ojiro was better at combo moves and protecting behind him because of his tail, so cool, and he’d been learning since he was 8.

Izuku had so many questions but so little time, they’d arrived at the class doorway and Ojiro went to open the door.

Was it bad Izuku was happy he wouldn’t have to take the brunt of what was about to happen? Probably, he was supposed to be a hero. Ojiro would be too though and heroes work together. Yeah, that made sense!

Internally saluting Ojiro as he walked in. Notthe hero we deserved, but the hero we nee- nothing happened.

No blow-up, no nothing… “You coming Midoriya?” Giving a nervous smile and a soft “ yeah ” Izuku followed him in, seemingly without tripping Kacchan’s Deku Detector™

Going to look for seat assignments but instead being dragged back to Ojiro’s side, not even able to protest when the tailed-teen picked up the topic again. 

“So instead of doing a leg sweep I can use my tail, or if I’m feelin' hardcore, I could probably figure out how to use a weapon!”

Consider Izuku enamoured. He would officially die for this man.

Watching the other teen tense up the green-haired boy followed before tensing up, this is how he died. Aizawa’s caterpillar form staring into his very soul. Izuku did not in fact want to sit by Kachaan he liked his spot in the left corner just fine.

It was way better than being close to Kachaan… he did feel kind of bad for Aoyama though.

Back to the present, red stared into green and green stared into red, and consider Izuku intimidated because he wanted to go home.

“It took you 13 seconds to notice me, go put on your gym uniforms and head to the field. You didn’t come here to socialize you came here to become heroes, and even that’s questionable.” There was no mirth in that voice, maybe a touch of disdain, it was so different from the last time he’d heard it in the first loop.

Though the fact he’d made it after twenty loops a while made it better to hear the man's voice, no matter how disturbing it was to hear now.

Midoriya started cataloguing changes, the first was Ojiro maybe he wasn’t so alone in the loop? He was more talkative this time, and so was Tokoyami now that he was looking at the bigger picture. 

Huh.

That was good, Momo Yaoyorozu and Uraraka were talking, it had taken them a few weeks to do that originally. Mineta wasn’t being creepy like he’d been the first time, which was perhaps, the biggest change of all.

Nope, never mind.

“Bakugo, what was your farthest throw in middle school?” Oh shit, they were starting fuck, fuck um bazookas.

“67 meters.” Kachaan sounded like he wanted to be anywhere else while simultaneously soaking in the spotlight. Izuku wondered how you can manage that.

Ojiro looked at him then walked off going to do… saying something that the newly quirked-up white boy couldn't hear, as the tailed man was halfway across the field, a few moments later Yaoyorozu smiled at him and handed Ojiro a few Headphones.

 Ojiro continued his walk by going over to Kyouka, no, it’s Jirou now. The woman raised an eyebrow seemingly assessing the blonde right before taking a pair with a satisfied nod. 

Izuku was handed his own pair that were put on moments before Kacchan decided to mckill everyone's ears.

Going through the motions of it was alright, stretching running, barely getting 19th to avoid Aizawa’s ire.

It was how it was, he kinda dissociated through the monotony until Ojiro started tapping him. “..oriya Midoriya hey” Ojiro’s soft voice broke through, he was… calming, very calming how had they not known each other that well during the first loop?

“Jirou wants to talk to us.” He smiled down at Izuku.

Izuku missed being tall.

Oh, he should pay attention to Ojiro he nodded and got up following the blonde to Jirou and whatever she plans for them.

Tokoyami, Mineta, Yaoyorozu, Ocha Uraraka, and them; What a strange assortment of people to call for a talk.

Jirou walked in like some sort of villain, dramatic flair seeping out as she overpronounced each and every word. “I’ve called you all here for an important discussion, which may change the paths of us and those we may cross along our journey.”

She kind of sounded like Tokoyami when he used to go into one of his rants…

Everyone looked over at the boy in question, probably thinking the same thing right as she started to cackle.

“Ok, that was good. Seriously dudes I can't get through the year it’s just ugh, again? Also, that looking over at Fumi thing? Priceless, no need to look so offended bro you do talk like that.”

The silence only lasted a few seconds before-

“YOU TOO?” slipped out of Ochako’s mouth right as Yaoyorozu brought a hand over her own, what the fuck. He wasn’t expecting not to be alone in this, he was usually alone in stuff like this.

“Do you perhaps know why we keep randomly resetting?” Well, Momo was as polite as ever…. Calmer than everyone else at least.

Everyone stared at her expectantly then at Ojiro’s raised hand the boy speaking up, “it’s Midoriya I think, he almost got into at least 12 accidents today.”

Flabbergasted and panicked looks directed his way all the greenette could do was smile awkwardly with a soft “whoops?”

Mutters and the others staring at the sky, the only one who looked actually confused was Mineta who seemed… puzzled? Bewildered? He couldn’t tell.

“There’s another thing, Midoriya do you remember the loops? Cus if so, damn you’ve died a lot dude are you ok?”

“Ughhhh.” He didn’t know how to get into that, he also just didn’t want to get into that. Plus, the way Ochako scrutinized him with worry made him decide the best option was probably to RUN.

“Damn it Izu GET BACK HERE!” Goodbye Ojiro, love of my- Oh wait no he’s running with me, sweet.

“You’ve angered the beast” deadpan words, raised eyebrow the other boy was clearly judging him, how dare he! Izuku would let it go cus he’s hot.

“You’ve never undergone her mama bear tendencies and it shows Ojiro, she’s a menace I tell you.”

Shrugging as Ojiro pulled him into a different hiding spot, maybe Izuku would live through Uraraka’s wrath after all, yippee! Though there was another thing wrong… they were lost, totally and utterly lost.

Looking over at Ojiro it seemed the other boy had come to the same conclusion but behold in their worst moments there was but one beacon of hope.

‘ Pawfect clawfee’ was a coffee shop neither had seen before, but the promise of cats was too great, drawing them in from the cold. The rain, it wasn't raining, which seemed to soak chilliness into their skin.

No longer would they be targeted by scary teenage girls, now they could play with kitties, someone much, much better.

Going into the cool-looking cafe, Izuku had never seen so many couches in his relatively short life, he smiled as Ojiro dragged him to the counter.

“What do you wanna drink Izuku?” Oh shit first names, he won’t survive, oh fuck oh god oh shit.

“Caramel frappe please Mashiro.” Smiling with faked confidence that had the taller boy chuckling he was owning his, really he was.

Watching the other boy laugh was enough for him to not notice Oiro paying, fuck he’d feel guilty for that wouldn’t he. “How much do I-”

“None.”

“C’mon Mashiro I can pay!”

A smirk followed by a “Nope” had Izuku pouting as they sat down. Though it wouldn’t last too long because Mashiro had a cat on his lap in record time, the cute widdle baby.

A little bop on the cheek from the fella, aw they had wittle spots. Izuku fumbled for the cat's name and found the words ‘checkers’ on a little bone-shaped collar tag.

“Hi there checkers” He was baby-talking a kitten, this was fine. Look at those wittle toe beans oh he was gonna die, wasn’t he?

Izuku layed down so that the fur baby could crawl on him and soon found Ojiro sending a shit-eating grin his way, hands full of kittens. Oh lord, he was going to die via fluff, wasn’t he?

“One coffee and cocoa for Ojiro?”

“That would be me! Thank you so much.”

Izuku heard something being put down and then Ojiro’s voice from under his fluffy kingdom, they were napping on him oh my god.

“Your coffee’s on the table when you feel like getting up Izuku.” He could hear the smugness in the boy's voice, this was unfair, a travesty. He demanded free- oh my god Sprout just yawned at him, what does he do? Does he yawn back?

“I love cats.” 

snort “I can tell Izuku, you look like you’re havin' a great time.”

“I am, look at em, the babies I’ll never get up again this is my life now Ojiro forget about me!” Oh my god, he loved being dramatic, especially when it got him full-bellied laughter from the other boy, worth it.

DING ! The cafe door opened and Momo’s voice floated out “Finally you two, where have you bee- Ojiro where’s Midoriya? Where are you pointing a- Midoriya is that you?”

“Momo, look at the babies.”

“I- I see the babies Midoriya, in fact, I see them more than I see you.”

“Aren’t they adorable?”

“Yes… they are, are you alright?”

Humming he closed his eyes and became one with the kitty pile.

“Is he ok” Momo whispered to Ojiro like Izuku couldn’t hear her.

“Oh he’s fine, Izuku’s having the time of his life I’m pretty sure”

“Oh ok… can- can he breathe under there?” Worry was in her voice, that’s sweet.

“Ugh… I don’t know. Izuku, can you breathe?”

A steely “Yes.” was the best he could give, they were ruining his experience of cat life. Nappage at its finest.