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Mind of Midoriya

Summary:

At first he couldn't remember even if he wanted to, the memories were just out of reach.

Then they all started coming back one by one. God, how he wished he could take the ignorance of not remembering back.

So he lies.

But then everything goes to shit just like it always does for Midoriya.

Notes:

yee yee
I plan on continuing this but I don't have a solid plan for it so,,,
wish me luck and don't get too attached
I will update whenever I want to and you can't stop me
Whether that be hours or months apart

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Chapter 1: Hospital

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His world was white, but it was black at the same time. His body was floating. He could hear the faint beep beep beep, of the hospital machines.

 

Hospital machines?

 

Why was he in the hospital?

 

Was he in an accident?

 

...

 

He can’t remember.

 

What was his name?

 

It started with an I, right?

 

I...Izu something.

 

Izuku!

 

That’s right!

 

Izuku Mi… Mido?

 

Mi-do-ri-ya?

 

Izuku Midoriya that sounds right.

 

Who was he though? He’s quirkless he knows that. Why does he know that? Did he have any family? Why does he have amnesia? How does he know what that is? He doesn’t remember learning it. Did he ever go to school?

 

Izuku’s senses are slowly coming back to him. The sounds are getting louder. The beep beep beep getting a bit steadier, he hears the shuffling of feet and the rolling of wheels outside of his room. He can move his fingers and toes now. Opening his eyes all he sees is white. The heart rate monitor is picking up. Because of the new pain that is washing over him. His ribs ache with his breathing and heartbeat. His head is being bashed against concrete over and over again. His arms and legs are being pulled down by invisible weights. A sharp exhale leaves his body. Is thoughts are no longer calm and questioning they are panicked and scared.

 

Why can’t he remember?

 

He can’t remember.

 

But he can at the same time and its too overwhelming.

 

The sounds get louder and quite at the same time. Everything is too little but too much at the same time. The muffled shouts of what he assumes are doctors and nurses seem so loud but he can’t make them out.

 

He thinks he hears his own voice. It sounds so desperate, asking whoever is near why?

 

Why can’t he remember?

 

He can’t

 

He

 

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