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[arcy]

Under normal circumstances, Izuku can deal with stress well. Practically thrived under it. But Izuku wasn't really .. meant, for all of this. Seriously, he wasn't meant to be a medic, what the actual fuck was he thinking when he allowed himself to sign up to be Tenderfoot. And now Jacob was gone and Izuku didn't know shit. And if he got one thing wrong, he would, in fact, have let somebody die right at his paws. Which was why he'd stayed up in excruciating pain for a few nights in a row, studying despite the fact that his eyes were still, in fact, injured, and focusing hurt his head so much and his paw kept crackling and it hurt and it was all piling up absolutely horribly. He'd be okay .. soon. If he ever managed to sleep and stop being absolutely terrified, he means. .. Normal by Izuku's standards, he means. 'Cause god knows Izuku had changed pretty drastically in those months he'd spent on his own.
"That's. Uh. Complicated," Izuku grins sheepishly. He's tired, but slowly perking up. He gets kind of sleepy when he's alone and can't concentrate and everything moves like jelly, but spending time with people helped. Anyways. What the hell, out himself in front of his clanmates, why doesn't he. They'll probably be a little shocked that bitty green Izuku was a former human, or maybe they won't. Izuku hasn't really payed attention to how transparent he is about it, considering that this just happens sometimes, apparently, and he really didn't need to worry about if they'd believe him. Hell, yeah, with the simple curiosity Atbash was giving him, she probably had suspicions, yeah. So. Maybe Izuku was a little concerned with talking about it, but he trusted them. Even if Cry might judge him or something, whatever. "Long story short? We died, or at least everyone so far has. It could've been the result of a quirk, but I'm not sure how any quirk could affect so many people over a span of time that long, with the timeline being so skewed here," Izuku is practically bubbling with the urge to ramble about this. He likes ranting, likes going in depth on his thought process but like ... literally nobody wanted to hear it. Literally nobody. Which was kind of upsetting, but Izuku, by this point in time, had suppressed the urge to enough to just sort of .. not. Even if he sulked about it later. And then ranted about it in one of his journals instead. Not as satisfying but good enough.

☀ what was i worth