'Monday is a tough day, each to their own, learning something new.'
First classmates, then teachers, and the cafeteria guys. After that, he couldn't remember anymore.
Sidelong glances came from all directions. The first was Uraraka, whose face betrayed fear—her emotions and the quiet squeak instead of her usual cheerful "good morning" easily gave her away. Likely, in that moment, she didn't know what to do, as emotions overwhelmed her... just like the other listeners of her morning story.
Perhaps she simply wanted to help, but the strange squeak made her abandon the idea. Fortunately, most of the guys reacted less dramatically than the girls. Probably due to their vision—everyone was sleepy, having just woken up, and couldn't clearly see the full picture. Or maybe didn't see it at all. And then there were those like Bakugo, Todoroki, Mina, and a few others who hadn't seen anything, as they'd been in the bathroom or hadn't left their rooms. But hearing their classmate's words, they dismissed them as the ramblings of a sleepy person—this applied to Katsuki—or, like all normal people, understood the situation and reacted with sympathy, albeit with surprised expressions.
Deku's trail had already gone cold by then, as Uraraka said. All his movements were swift, so she only managed to greet him, and it was precisely when their eyes met that she saw it. Crimson eyes that drew her in, porcelain-pale skin, and hair as dark as the abyss. Izuku moved quickly but sharply, which was why Uraraka admitted she wasn't sure—she'd only seen him sprinting out of the campus, trying to tie his tie on the go.
She couldn't confirm her words at all, since Momo, sitting nearby at the time, said she hadn't seen a single soul—only heard Uraraka, staring toward the exit, say, "...And good... morning to you." So, doubting her own words, she, like the others, forgot about it, chalking it up to sleep deprivation. There was still plenty of time before classes started, so everyone could spend forever on routine tasks. And that's exactly what happened—everyone spent half an hour, if not more, in the bathroom. Guys like Bakugo were in the kitchen, leisurely cooking breakfast for everyone for a full hour. Meanwhile, there was plenty of time to eat or watch morning TV. But not for Deku. For some reason, the boy woke up an hour earlier than everyone else—at 6 a.m. This was due to his body's peculiarities, as he was only human in appearance... and even that had to be concealed with makeup to look natural.
Though today was entirely different. Izuku woke up sitting at his desk, closer to 8 a.m., since starting Friday, he'd been working hard to ace the upcoming exams, and it had taken a toll. Ignoring the time, Deku fell asleep around 4 a.m. Monday morning and woke up at seven, nearing eight. Noticing the makeup and dye that had transferred to his notebook instead of his face, Izuku rushed out of his room, heading straight for the exit.
Well, it's scorching outside—why'd I leave the umbrella at home? Probably, if his mind hadn't been preoccupied with being late (though he actually wasn't), he'd have noticed all those stares. Especially from the girls. They were dripping, and while the guys grumbled about Midoriya's beauty, a few even tried their luck, asking for his number. They received a quick, polite refusal. Since he was on UA grounds, all these people were naturally his classmates. The crowd wasn't huge—it was only 8 a.m., and classes started at nine. He was likely one of the first first-years to arrive at the academy. Even their homeroom teacher was probably still asleep. Sitting at his desk, he reached into his bag for books. Class would start soon—he needed to prepare, and then there were exams. The backpack felt unusually heavy today... though only in appearance. Since Friday, before the three-day study marathon, he'd stuffed two large bottles of tomato juice inside. Yeah, maybe it's gross, but Izuku liked it—plus, it substituted for blood, since regular food didn't satisfy his hunger, and the juice dulled it.
Thirty minutes remained before class. No one was in a rush. After setting out the food prepared by Bakugo, Iida, Asui, and others sat down to eat. Meals were always lively—everyone chatted, discussing various topics, including the upcoming exams. As class rep, Iida once again brought up a crucial issue:
The problem was Midoriya and everything related to him. Sitting in the center, he had everyone's attention when he spoke. The first question was about their shared breakfasts. Midoriya had come up with the idea to strengthen class unity. At first, many like Bakugo didn't want to bother with "this crap," but when he cooked breakfast, some couldn't refuse. Over time, they rotated roles—cooking, setting up, cleaning. They also woke up around the same time, following a schedule proposed by Tenya as rep to maintain a perfect daily routine.
This didn't last long. No one knew exactly when the person who'd invented it all started vanishing from the dorm early. Naturally, Katsuki's explosive temper flared, so one day he snapped and confronted Midoriya, dragging others along. Izuku's apologies and innocent face quickly resolved things, and he promised to join the morning gatherings. He did—once, twice, then poof, gone again. Iida, who woke earliest at 6:30 or 7 a.m., never saw him. Some woke even earlier to catch him, but to no avail. Eventually, everyone gave up. If Uraraka hadn't spotted him that morning, he wouldn't have become the topic of their breakfast conversation.
Fifteen minutes until class—time to sit in silence. He really wanted that... but who knew his hair wasn't long enough yet? Leaning back in his chair and tilting his neck, his green curls naturally fell back, exposing his ears. They were his only weakness—besides his hair, he didn't know how to hide them, as they were pointed, elven-like.
For the next eleven minutes, he tried convincing Aizawa-sensei (who'd coincidentally decided to visit the classroom) that he was just sleep-deprived and hadn't dyed anything. Luckily, the teacher didn't ask to see his ears—otherwise, he'd have had to explain everything, since he's a terrible liar. Thanks to this morning's nonsense, his gut warned the day would be eventful.
What's done is done. Can't change it—gotta accept it. Resting his head on the desk and covering it with his hands, he waited out the last four... no, three minutes until class. He'd have stayed like that if Aizawa's earlier question hadn't suddenly echoed in his head: "Did you dye your hair?" Automatically answering "no," he now bolted to the restroom.
Even as a vampire, pulling three all-nighters cramming for exams was bizarre. Over thousands of years, he'd mostly slept and rarely interacted with people—suddenly changing his routine backfired. Yep. Staring into the mirror, Izuku saw the unimaginable: all his makeup and hair dye had gone down the drain. He was certain about one thing—he hadn't worn his contacts. Removing them last night, he'd forgotten entirely.
Now, the gaps in Midoriya's memory clicked into place: his classmate's shocked face, the girls' odd requests, Aizawa's question about his appearance. He wasn't that dumb—he always carried makeup tools. As for his eye and hair color... he'd figure it out. Adjusting his skin tone to look human, he headed straight to class.
First period was P.E. Some hadn't even arrived yet—Kaminari and Mineta's tardiness forced Iida to explain to the teacher, which drained him. Since Midoriya arrived early, no one questioned his punctuality. His face was mostly hidden—forgetting his contacts at home, his curls were the only way to hide his eyes. Maybe Uraraka hadn't noticed what she'd dismissed as a delusion that morning, so her intense gaze didn't last. Others only glanced occasionally.
No time to greet Midoriya—upon arriving, they went straight to the locker room. A quick "hi" and that's it. After discussing with the class, they decided Tenya, as rep, would approach Deku in the cafeteria to ask about the morning's events and other details. During quirkless drills, Deku excelled as usual, but Aizawa still couldn't get used to his abnormal strength—though it'd be trivial if he used his quirk. Since it was scorching, everyone wore shorts and T-shirts instead of tracksuits. This highlighted his arms and legs—pale as snow and stick-thin, despite his athleticism. The class's surprised stares at his milky skin led Asui to ask what creams he used. "None" disappointed her.
After first period, the teacher grilled him about diet and health—his rushed bathroom makeup job was poorly done. Thankfully, the next classes were indoors, or Midoriya might've borrowed someone's umbrella. The bell was about to ring. For the remaining post-P.E. classes, he stayed quiet, avoiding attention. Packing his books, he headed to the cafeteria with everyone else.
Iida and Uraraka, self-proclaimed best friends, coincidentally sat with him. Instead of lining up for food, Izuku went straight to the table. Uraraka found this odd—everything felt off to her since morning. Pulling out two large tomato juice bottles, he waited... for what? Confused, Uraraka and Iida approached with trays. As they sat, Iida tried to speak, but the sound of Midoriya unscrewing a bottle interrupted him. In seconds, both bottles were empty. The crimson stream of juice and abnormally large fangs mesmerized them both.
Snapped back by Uraraka's nudge, Tenya tried to resume his speech, but its subject vanished. After three sleepless nights, Izuku decided to avoid classmates as much as possible to dodge awkward questions he didn't want to answer. Post-lunch, the remaining three classes went smoothly—teachers didn't pester him, so he quietly endured and returned to the dorms. The first attempt to corner him failed, so they planned to ambush him there.
Back in his room, he tackled forgotten tasks. His notebook, smeared with makeup from when he'd passed out on it, needed recopying. Setting that aside, he searched for his contacts—twenty minutes later, his eyes shifted from natural red to unnatural green.
Other tasks were easier, thanks to UA's private baths. An hour later, as classmates returned from shops or extra classes, he looked brand-new—a perfectly ordinary human. Still, after millennia, technology and tricks had advanced. Mondays are tough, but rest is essential. With that thought, Midoriya opened his door and headed downstairs.
The atmosphere was pleasantly chaotic—noisy from boys watching TV, while Todoroki and some girls studied at the table. Yaoyorozu's group prep session was open to all. Brewing tea, he sat nearby to listen. He blended in so well, they only noticed him once his tea was gone. Invited to join, he politely declined, not wanting to fetch his things. By evening, more students joined. Yaoyorozu suggested wrapping up and relaxing.
A strange question snapped Izuku out of his trance. Shaking his head, he focused on a group of girls dragging him into conversation. To engage him, Ochako asked about his hair, sparking Kirishima's curiosity. Asui, though she'd already asked, repeated her question. Those nearby wondered where his green curls had gone. Blaming bad lighting, he sighed internally. When Tsuyu pressed, he countered with questions, putting them on the spot. Result: one answer from him, twenty questions for them.
Washing his cup, he tried to leave, but Iida appeared out of nowhere, hand on his shoulder, insisting on their cafeteria talk. It started friendly—discussing the abandoned breakfasts, Izuku promised to attend tomorrow. The conversation should've ended there... until Iida asked about the red pouches in the fridge. Mineta chimed in, saying they tasted metallic. Suspicion grew—especially when Mineta blurted, "Was that blood?" Forced to explain, Izuku said, "Oh, that's my tomato juice."
Sleeping with contacts and makeup wasn't fun, so he always removed them. He didn't need sleep, but did it out of habit. The class rep decided they'd address the pouches tomorrow. Waking at 8 a.m.—not his usual time—the dorm buzzed. Everyone was busy: arguing, cooking, cleaning, washing. Tired of daily grooming, he said "screw it" and left his room in pajamas, unwashed. Guys like Bakugo did it—why not him?
Descending the stairs, he greeted a drowsy Shoto, who answered on autopilot. Passing the lounge, he wished everyone good morning—they replied but whispered, "Who does he remind you of? Do you know him?"
In the kitchen, Bakugo openly sneered, "The hell are you?" Before Izuku could reply, Iida rushed over: "Good morning, Midoriya?" Nodding, Izuku opened the fridge, leaving everyone stunned. Grabbing two blood pouches, he sat and drank through a straw.
"Deku-kun... so what I saw yesterday wasn't a dream?"
"Yep."
"Hah. What a mess..."