Sports Festival is coming right up, I'm gonna need you to train.

"Static, I'm literally vomiting blood and every meal I had for about every single day in this week now."

Which is why we're training you.

"How is this gonna help me, Static I'm literally too weak to even get out of my bed right now, it's the weekends, please let me rest."

It's only what you think.

"Static I swear to god if you wake me up to-"

Just kidding.

Izuku grumbles, leaning unto Static, just wanting to have a friend and to know that someone is willing to comfort him if needed- well as soon as he stops trying to make Izuku train when his body is on the verge of breaking apart. Holding unto Static is kind of weird- it's actually Static who's hugging him right now because Static can touch him like he's a physical object but if he tries, his hand passes through static and there's a constant buzz of electricity on where Static was touching.

It's a low, vibrating buzz that feels a lot like a massager or something, it feels really good against stiff necks and shoulders.

Your friends will be competing in the sports fest, you should join, just to not worry them and stuff,

"Ugh I get it, fine I'll train but we have like a month, can I please rest for now?"

...So tomorrow-

"Static if you make me work out tomorrow I don't care I will choke you."

You can't do that.

"Who said that I can't? I tried to give you hugs before but I've never tried to choke you."

Please don't try to choke me.

"Then don't try me." Izuku groans, "come a little closer, ugh my body hurts."

Static does, practically pressing to Izuku chest to chest into a tight hug.

I really promise that training yourself will be good for you. Like really really. The best thing to do right now is have you train so in the sports fest you'll be back to your normal self.

"And how is that going to work?"

Just trust me.

"Last time I trusted you, you made me go to school to make a hero name and to get interviewed by a detective. Literally nothing good happened that day, Static.  My friends worried for me so much and everyone got suspicious of me."

Okay but seriously, seriously I promise, if you train you'll really feel better.

"Really?"

"Promise?"

Promise.

Static says, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his forehead, Izuku sighs, really wanting to hug his friend back yet can't.

"I really don't want to."

It's for your own good. Trust me, you'll feel better.

"You just want to see me sweaty again."

No comment.

"Pervert."

Shut up and rest.

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"Static, why did you make me go to a shop this early?" Izuku whispers, unable to form a thought in his mind, mostly just following by what Static says, he's too weak to do anything else but follow anyways.

Buying you some lifting weights.

"Static I have no mo-"

Yes you do.  Static insists.

Look inside your pocket.

Izuku blinks, slowly and tiredly before he pats his pocket, feeling a weird thing in it, he takes out a wad of cash and squints as the number only to find out that he can't read it.

Just get the 20 kilograms ones. You can carry 15 already.

"Who told you that?"

Me.

Izuku lazily trudges up to the lifting weights, Static urges him to buy the rubbered ones until he realizes that he literally has no strength to lift anything or to even carry this back home, lest bring it to the cash registrar. Oh my god he's going to die he just is-

"Young Midoriya?"

Izuku almost jumps back but he's unable to really jump, his body feeling too heavy- he just staggered back a bit.

"You... you're the... person in the principals office with the detective." Izuku says very carefully. Yagi nods.

"Hello." He says, "what are you doing here?" He asks, a bit carefully.

"I'm... I want to try training I guess, sports fest is coming in and everyone's doing their best.. I thought that I should give it a try as well." He says, a wobbly smile on his face.

"Ah I see, you seem quite fit for your age. Aizawa has shared me the results for your quirk apprehension. I'm quite surprised since to seem so... scrawny to say the least."

You're one to talk you old man.

"Ah I suppose, but I'm tougher than I look, I think." Izuku mutters.

"But I can't really do much right now, I'm kind of sick..."

"Are you?" Izuku nods.

"I'd appreciate it if you don't tell any of my friends, they're kind of worrywarts."

"I know, don't worry about it, Izuku." Yagi smiles patiently, "If you want to train however, I feel like I could offer you an alternative instead of those lifting weights."

Just accept it.

"But why?" Izuku asks to Static, Yagi's eyes widen.

"Oh well, I would like to see a hardworking gen Ed student to get into heroics, you want to get into the hero course, wouldn't you?" Izuku slowly blinks.

"...No, I just... I just want to show my friends that atleast I tried so they'd stop bugging me about it? I.. I don't think I'm fit for heroics- I think someone like Shinso would be better off suited- wait who are you anyways?" Izuku finally asks.

"You can call me Yagi, Izuku." Izuku nods.

"Well um, if you don't mind, I'd like to see how you'll help me."

"Good, do you mind following me off somewhere?"

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Yagi glances at Izuku as he drove them to Dagobah. There's something about the distant, sickly and lonely look in his eyes that made Yagi worry over him. He's been to the hospital a lot, he has met a lot of people- people who are sick, people who was on the verge of death, Izuku was like that right now, pale as white sheets, his eyes sunken in a bit and his eyebags pretty much rivals raccoons.

He looks thin, like he hasn't eaten for days and looks like he might topple over a slightly strong gust of wind- he knows it far too well since everytime he looks to a mirror, he sees the same thing. Except Izuku isn't a prohero like him, an adult who can handle stuff for his own- has the responsibility to handle everything at his own, the symbol of peace, the Izuku right infront of him isn't like that, although he hates to admit it, this Izuku was just a mere shadow of his former self, standing bright at the top, a bright smile and equally bright eyes, someone better than Toshinori himself but now what he sees is something else- someone else.

A normal teenager, a teenager who could have a normal life- far away off from all the trouble, far away from his last death- still a pro hero, still would stand bright but one who doesn't feel the need to carry the world in his shoulders, one who simply wishes to stand with others instead of taking all the blame. Toshinori should feel glad at the off chance that this Izuku truly doesn't remember anything but it hurts more than anything else, to feel the person he's treated once as a son so far off his reach, to be living a normal life- without him.

This is the least he can do, he hopes that maybe once Izuku sees the beach, just like in those movies and stories, he'd remember everything once again, all the times they've bonded with each other, shared laughs and memories that are ingrained to the roots of Toshinori's mind, standing as one of his few reasons to keep living, he hopes Izuku would remember. He tried not to get his hopes up when they reached the beach but he can't stop the intense feeling of disappointment as Izuku doesn't do so much as even try to take in the scenery- to try and remember anything.

"Well here we are."

"...This is a... garbage dump." Izuku says, slowly.

"It is."

"Why would you bring me here?"

'Are you sure you didn't just drag me here to- and to think to your very own student too-'

"I want you clean up atleast a fourth of this beach before the sports fest, I think it'll be better for you to do this instead of sticking to lifting weights." Toshinori says, feeling his throat tighten, suddenly aware of how dry his eyes were.

"That's... so you want me to do community service?"

'You're just forcing me to child labor aren't cha? Your list of the laws you'll be breaking is getting longer- Yagi-"

"Yagi-san? Are you okay?" Izuku asks, a bit worried.

"I'm fine... either way, it's... okay now." Izuku startles when Yagi holds unto his shoulder.

"Izuku? You can hear me right? You're still in there right?"

"I'm.. I am? I don't understand-"

"Say something, I know you can hear me- this isn't like you to do this, if this is a joke you really need to stop." Yagi says. Izuku winces at the hands on his shoulders, tightening into an almost bone crushing grip, for someone so scrawny, the blond man could be so strong.

"I know you like pulling pranks and jokes on me, but this is going too far, I know you're good at acting so please just stop- just stop, please."

"Y-You're hurting me-!" Izuku whimpers, almost crying, he shakes like a leaf, afraid, Static isn't anywhere near and he's not responding.

"..."

Izuku sighs in relief when the hands are finally off. His legs still feel so shaky. And he feels like he's about to die, he flinches hard when the same hands try to reach out to him. It stilled before it's pulled away.

"I...I apologize. I didn't mean to act that way, you can think of me as whatever you like, I would ask you to go here tomorrow but... you're... you're not obliged to, let's get you back home."

"It's fine just get me back home." He says his voice soft and still laced with fear, Toshinori can feel the guilt slowly building and climbing up, he acted irrational, he should've known better, he shouldn't have done that, he really shouldn't have. There's no excuse he's hurt Izuku because he let his emotions get the better of him he should've known better he should've-

"Yagi-san, I said it's fine, just get me home." He says, snapping him out of it. Yagi wordless gets unto the truck, so does Izuku.

He remembers the route to their apartment, it's much like muscle memory at this point, although never in his life(s) had he stepped into their humble abode, he's driven Izuku there more than enough times at this point.

Izuku was as quiet as he was on the way here although there was a good reason for it. He really should've known better he was an adult, the symbol of peace ( there was a voice in his mind reminding him that he wasn't and that it was- ), Izuku was a teen and the ( just a teenager, a student, not your- ), son of some shady father Yagi hasn't met before, a sickly teen ( not strong, not brave- ), a quirkless- ( That's a lie ) sickly teen and he deserves to be treated as one- ( he's not him he doesn't deserve- )

As they reached their destination, Izuku only mutters a thanks before he gets off the truck. Toshinori isn't sure what he was expecting, but not this. He felt hollow, like there was a gaping hole to where his heart was. It felt... really horrible and he wants nothing more to go to his home and rest.

"Static, where were you?" Izuku softly calls out.

Sorry I... I needed to see what he would've done.

"Why didn't you stay with me?"

I.. I don't know.

"You don't know...?"

I don't know, I could see but I couldn't do anything I didn't know why.

"I.. see." Izuku mutters, pulling the blankets over himself, "Can you... if you can, can you give me a warning next time, so that I'll know when you're still there, please?"

I'll try to remember.

"Thanks."