《A Melissa x Midoriya Fic》3: A Sad day for Izuocha
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Over the next few weeks, I've been distant from Ochako. I either take that time to do school work, train, or think about my dream and if it was real. This all got me thinking I should just break up with her so I don't go into insanity because of all of this. I also had a thought of if she has had these thoughts as well. Probably not, since I think of things no one else does, but I was going to ask her.
*1 week before Melissa's visit*
It took soo much courage, I felt like how I was during my first year when asking her out the first time. I made it to her room seeming really bashful and knock on her door. She answers looking half awake in adorable pajamas despite it being Sunday at 3 p.m. She seems shocked to see me then it changes to pure joy since it's been about 2 weeks since we've talked. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me like I'm a soldier who came back after 20 years in the war.
"Izu! It's felt like years since we've seen each other! Why were you so distant?" she yells in joy almost crying. I put her down and say, "That's why I'm here." We walk in and surprisingly she didn't care how she looked, not saying she looked bad but her hair was everywhere. We sit on her bad and bring up my dream from about 3 weeks ago. "Yeah. You cried into my boobs," she scolds putting her hands up to them. "Yeah sorry, but they helped calm me down," I semi-jokingly say. She gasps and weekly slaps me with a pouty face while I laugh.
"Sorry, but its true. But back to why I came here." "Right!" she replies bouncing into the correct posture. "Have you thought of my dream becoming... reality?" I ask with slight disappointment. She gasps again as if she just heard we were getting a divorce. "Are you suggesting I'm losing my love for you Izu?" she wonders with sadness in her eyes. "No, but have you had those thoughts?" I bring up my question and she looks down. "Yes, but I know that won't happen," she grabs my hands, "We're meant for each other Izu." She leans to kiss me but I move away wondering if what her words meant. I get up and she falls, kissing where I once sat. "I gotta go think, again," I say walking out like my dad did years ago. She does the hand out then putting it down in disappointment thing that you see in movies.
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The next few days I was the one to avoid Izu, but I can tell he also avoided me. It was so weird to think about any of this. I couldn't understand it, Izu couldn't, and probably no one else could. Though I have heard of prophetic dreams, where you see glimpses of the future within your dreams. So, did Izu have a prophetic dream? Could it be avoidable if it was? Those were the questions in my head the next 4 days.
The next day, I got a text from Izu saying he wanted to talk tomorrow. I reluctantly agreed and he said to meet him at 8 on the beach. My heart sank because the sun was all the way down by 8 and the beach. Both things in his dream. I spent the rest of the day crying my eyes out. Mina, Tsu, and Hagakure came into my room worried. They comforted me while I told them everything. Mina and Hagature threatened to beat the pulp outta Deku. Though Tsu said he'd beat them worse so they stopped their plans. Though, they came up with the idea that if I think he's gonna break up with me, I should break up with him. It made sense because we clearly couldn't keep this relationship much longer. So, that was my plan.
*Time Skip to tomorrow night*
We meet in the common room around 8 and walk to the beach. The walk there is silent with occasional glances at each other and looking away sadly. We make it to the beach and you know what happens.
*Time skip to the confession (like 5 minutes)*
We stare at eachother for a moment as we both say we wanna break up. I get sadder even though I knew this would happen. We sit on the beach and we give our perspectives on it. "That dream was driving me nuts! I just couldn't take it and just decided to break this up so I don't end up insane," I say putting my hand through my hair almost crying. She rubbed my back and had basically the same perspective. We walk back home with me still crying even though we both wanted this to happen.
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I went to bed feeling relieved that these thoughts left my mind finally but still sad about the break up. But just before falling asleep, All Might's words ran through my head and remember something important. "MELISSA IS COING OVER TOMORROW!" I yell while zapping my bed in the process. "Heh, gotta get used to this new quirk." I pick up my room a bit so I don't have to later and have the first peaceful sleep in weeks.
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