Prompt - What if Izuku was accidentally diagnosed with brain cancer and given a month to live?

Idea from Random Bystander on Discord for 'When All Hell Breaks Loose.'

Let me say this: Nobody should ever joke this harshly about brain cancer because it is a serious thing.

The reason Izuku acts this way is that he does struggle socially despite not really knowing it.
For all we know, this could be his way of coping.
If you or anyone you know has suffered any form of cancer, you have my condolences, love, and respect.

Warnings: Angst, Death Talk, and Dumbasses

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I burst into the room, "GUESS WHO IS FINALLY DYING, BITCHES?!"

That captures the attention of the teachers rather quickly. Shouta, being the one having to take care of me, stands up and walks over.

"You're being overdramatic." He states as he walks over to me, about to smack me upside the head. Good thing that I have this thing called reflexes!

"For once, I'm not! Look." I throw the papers at him as I go to the kitchen to help Lunch Rush. There seems to be talking until there is suddenly silence. It takes a few minutes before Shouta's voice breaks the silence, " Izuku, come back in here."

"Sorry, Lunch Rush. I'll help you after, alright?" I leave the kitchen, noticing him behind me as I reenter the living quarters.

Shouta shows the paper to me as it is filled with a bunch of medical terms. However, there is one term that stands out. A word that everyone knows.

Brain Cancer

"Please tell me this is a joke, Izuku. For once, be a joke." I can hear the desperation in his voice. The teachers look at me with something I don't understand.

"Why would I make a joke like that? It takes way too much work to create paperwork like that. Shouldn't you be asking the doctor if it's real or not?"

"The doctor said it's true."

"By law, the doctor can't lie for a joke. I have more important things to do than force a doctor to do that. Can I leave now?" Shouta walks up to me, looking me down.

"Kid, you were given a month."

"My luck, isn't it? Hey, at least you don't have to deal with me for much longer- OW, THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!" Shouta had slapped me hard during my speech. He has never done that before. Punch? Yes. Slap? No.

"You're talking about your death like it's nothing, Izuku Midoriya!"

"I die, I die. Now, let me go. I will set up all the paperwork, so there isn't as much drama." What I didn't notice was Hizashi appearing behind me and pulling me into a tight hug. Oh shit, he's crying.

"I need time to wrap my head around this," Shouta whispers as he leaves to his apartment, locking himself inside. Nemuri approaches, and she pulls us in a forced hug. The room is filled with silence.

Is death this serious?

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Maybe I should have never told them I was dying in a month. They have been trying to force me on vacation, to take it easy, and anything in general. Obviously, I said no. I have shit to do. I already have my death papers set up. I still have that letter from when there was a chance of the wings not working with Mei. I'm continuing life as usual.

A month has passed, and I'm still alive. What kind of game are you playing at, God? I don't notice anything wrong, but I expect to see darkness. I'm looking at a light right now.

When the month has passed, Shouta, Hizashi, and Nemuri force me back to the hospital to get my brain rescanned.

"Turns out, he doesn't have brain cancer at all. His brain is formed much differently to everyone else's." The doctor informs us with a happy tone.

"What kind of fuckery is this? I don't ask a lot here. I put 20 hours of work into death papers for nothing?! I feel like I'm getting ripped off!" Suddenly, the scarf appears around my body and drags me out.

"Thank you for telling us, sir." I hear Hizashi tell the doctor as he scatters off to join us. Shouta looks at me through his barrage of scarves.

"Even though you're sarcastic about the whole thing, I'm glad you're safe."

"At least someone can keep your dumbass alive now," I mutter. Nemuri pats my head, calming me down slightly.

Okay, maybe I should stop making so many death jokes. I'm just curious how you fuck up a brain scan so severely. I don't even fuck up this severely in anything.