maybe someday we can be two people meeting each other for the first time again.

"Midoriya that's not Aizawa. Listen to me I know Aizawa that's not him."

Some words never get heard.

The two never parted for the whole night. Always keeping contact as if scared it would disappear. And quite frankly it could all disappear. Izuku could disappear. It's happened before it can happen again. Izuku has lost all control over his being and life. The fact someone has that power over someone especially Izuku is sick.

Maybe that's what made Aizawa call that number early on the Saturday morning.

Maybe fate was helping by having them both together and awake.

Maybe Izukus cute confused head tilt when he woke up to his only ever chosen family on the phone.

"Shota?" Izuku questions quietly as not to disturb the call. "Ah he's awake. I can explain now." He said both at Izuku and the phone.

"I'm on the phone with todoroki and bakugou. Can you remember them? You told me about them yesterday." Aizawa speaks softly lacing questions in.

"Midoriya that's not them this isn't a memory, it's not real!"

"Shochan and Kacchan..." he mumbles sleepily.

Green eyes blow wide. "W-wait! Darlings! They're my darlings!" He shouts louder. "Please shota let me speak to them I need to- I have so much to say- I just need... to... apologise first."

Izuku looks down in shame hand trembling visibly in front of him. Shota lets a quiet chuckle out as the two boys on the other end of the phone shout down the line.

Mixes of Izuku deku love and zuzu yell over each other many concerns and worries as well as the painful obvious relief in having some form of contact.

Aizawa places the phone into the shaking hand and lets Izuku grip it tightly. "Hay now. It's okay Izuku talk to them they were worried about you." He coaxed.

Two Shaky hands grab the offered phone tightly.

Izuku sniffed out raising the phone to his ear. "H-hello." He whispers timidly. The two boys fall silent. Izuku panics wondering if he already messed up. "Hay, you two he thinks you hate him say something." Aizawa's voice gruffs out. He's clearly reading the room well must be to do with being an underground hero.

"Izuku? Izuku Midoriya that's you isn't it?" A monotone voice calls through the line. Izuku let's out a weird noise. "Y-yes it's me shochan I-I'm here. Is Kacchan there too? Can you both hear me?"

There's a shuffling sound but no words. Izuku deflates slightly not bothering to his the pout. "R-right I guessed you'd be mad at me, I'm really sorry for the worry and trouble I put you through. I'm also so so sorry for forgetting about you and all our shared memories. I w-wasn't strong enough and I got myself hurt or ummm captured I guess. I just wanted to help Kacchan. I couldn't live if I knew Kacchan or shochan had been hurt s-so I acted impulsive and made the deal t-then everything went south a-and I guess I'm not really the same anymore." Izuku rambles out. Whining as if fighting sobs, there are twin tracks of crystals tears rolling down his cheeks but they never fall further.

Aizawa sighs rubbing the boys back gently. The touch makes Izuku shudder, this is Aizawa but the feeling doesn't fit what he remembers.

"You didn't experience Aizawa's touch Midoriya! Why can't you hear me?"

Said older man knew this would be hard, misunderstandings are easy to have over the phone luckily it shouldn't last long.

"Deku," it's the first words the green eyed boy's heard from Kacchan since the shopping incident. "Deku did this all happen because I was stupid and stuck in that slime bastard." The boys voice breaks ever so slightly breaking Izuku's heart.

"Oh gods," Izuku breaths out mortified that his closet and most trusted partner would end up at that conclusion. "N-no, no! Kacchan never think that!" He exclaimed shaking his head even if they couldn't see it.

"Please don't ever say that again, this is no ones fault but my own I was trying to play hero when I never should have. Please, please Kacchan never blame yourself for this. I just- I'm so sorry!" He sobs out. Strange hiccups and gurgles sound where air isn't exactly being breathed.

"Shit deku no no, I'm sorry that was a dick move," a softer voice speaks out. "I- we were so worried about you. Aizawa had to hold us back otherwise we'd tear the place down looking for you," he laughs strained. "But damn I'm so happy to hear your voice. I'm just so glad your okay for now at least."

"Midoriya..."

Izuku still keeps sobbing in his own way even when relief comes. "I just feel so guilty Kacchan! I forgot you, I forgot shochan. I forgot my love, my memories, my mom! I wasn't even me. I just- you can hate me. I-it's okay really you both can hate me for what happened I just I wanted to say sorry. Even though it's not enough. Even though I can't change the past I just, I'm so sorry Shoto and I'm sorry katsuki." The white haired boy softly whispered out.

"Izuku, love we can't accept your apology-" Izuku let's a sob slip. "It's not because we hate you it's because it's not needed. This whole thing has been someone else's playing cards. It was out of your hands. We don't blame you for anything. We are not mad at you. That villain however we are very mad at in fact I have already made a list or torcher ideas for all those people including my- including that hero endeavour." Izuku giggles at the tone Shoto uses.

"Some things never change." He giggles. Two sighs or relief come from the phone making Izuku laugh harder. "Hay there's one other thing we may have forgot to mention." Izuku tilts his head staring out of the window too the street below. "Oh?" He questions. "What's wrong? You can tell me."

A laugh rings the green eyed boys ears. "No, no, nothing like that, just a little... surprise I suppose." Shoto says rustling around. "What's going one?" Izuku pushes. Katsuki laughs this time. "Shoto man, your always so cryptic and confusing poor deku. Don't worry you'll see soon enough. I promise you'll like it or at least I hope you do."

Then the call ends. Izukus left to his thoughts on what will happening next. His brain supplies mostly good things but the negative stuff finds a way to slip in. Do they secretly hate him?

Do they never want to see his face again? Izuku hiccups at that one. Or do they want to send him back? Try to get him to move on instead of being stuck in the past.

The green eyed boy would have to wait and see. So for now he takes a shaky breath, pushing his anxiety down and smiles up at the man as he hands the phone over.

"So this was what they were like to you."