in the air - joining

[arcy]

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Izuku is lost.
Again.
It isn't as pressing of a situation as it is the first time. The Typhoon was just a place for him to stay, in any case. He'd just sort of thought ... maybe if he stayed in one spot, it might be easier for All Might to find him and bring him home. If .. if they were looking at all.
If nothing else, though, he wasn't that big of a deal. It was a temporary arrangement.
It's been a while though, and he'd thought .. well. It wouldn't hurt to go out and explore again. ... And, admittedly, maybe deciding to walk all the way out of the Typhoon was a bad plan when he was still hurt. He hadn't been thinking right. Sure, it'd been a while since he'd got them, but they weren't exactly .. healing very well.
He tries not to think about it.
His mouth is dry, journal clutched between his teeth. He'd -- he didn't want to ruin it anymore than he already had. Izuku, after all, was terribly small, and the bag he'd originally kept it in was already covered in mud, just like the rest of him.
It's hard to smell anything, over the stink of the swamp. Or maybe it's because of how fuzzy his brain has been lately. His notes have been getting ... increasingly messy and at least mildly incoherent, which was really the only reason Izuku had noticed anything was wrong at all. Which probably said a lot about him.
Another step. The ground disappears from underneath his paws.
Izuku, despite his best efforts, can't help back a yelp. He almost drops his journal. Almost, but clamps his teeth down in time. It probably wouldn't have fallen through, the gaps weren't wide, but he doesn't want to risk it.
... ..... .. This meant people lived here, didn't it? Did Izuku do it again? Was he just that bad at being sensitive to his surroundings, that he not only got stuck in a trap but didn't realize people lived here?
... Honestly, as much as he would like to hope they're as forgiving as the Typhoon had been, considering his current predicament, his hopes aren't that high. Miserably, and almost tearfully, the kitten shuts his eyes, and waits.
//tl;dr small muddy boy is Trapped™