Narrator POV

Izuku walked briskly down the street, his hand clutching the ice pack to his forehead. The coolness had provided some relief from the pounding headache that had plagued him all day, but he wanted to throw the pack away. He didn't want to have a bulky ice pack on his head and plus it was starting to melt.

As he searched the street for a trash can, Izuku felt increasingly frustrated. Why were there no trash cans in sight? He looked up and down the sidewalk, but all he could see were parked cars, middle aged guys walking to some bars, and a random cat looking at him through a window.

"Trash, trash, trash, trash," he muttered under his breath, feeling like he was on a wild goose chase. Just as he was about to give up, he spotted a gray trash can a few feet away.

But as he got closer, he realized that the trash can was overflowing with garbage. It was an unpleasant sight, and the smell was overwhelming. He hesitated, wondering if he should just keep walking and hope to find another trash can somewhere.

But then he remembered how his hand was getting cold from holding the ice pack for so long. He didn't want to walk around like that any longer. So, with a grimace, he lifted the lid of the trash can looking away not trying to catch a whiff of the smell and tossed the ice pack in.

He quickly withdrew his hand, wiping it on his pants to get rid of the condensation. "Finally," he muttered to himself, feeling relieved that he had found a place to throw away the ice pack.

Izuku continued to walk down the street lost in thought, thinking about Kyoka and their interactions. He replayed the conversations they had had, and remembered the kind gesture she did for him. It had been a good day....kinda, and he felt like he was finally making progress in possibly being friends with her.

As he continued walking, he noticed something was off about his hand. Looking down, he saw a small, red bump on his hand.

He wondered what had caused it and if it was the reason for his sudden sickness. 'I don't think a small bite can cause all of this. I think I was just hungry and tired. The crackers, water and rest the nurse gave helped a lot!' Izuku thought as he bit the bump because it was itchy.

Eventually, he arrived at the train station, and to his luck, the train that stopped was his. Exhausted from the science exhibition he had just attended, he found a seat on the train and let out a sigh of relief. As he settled in, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to rest and relax for a while. Looking around the train he saw that it was quite empty, thinking no one would sit with him and with the vast amount of seats, Izuku lay down on the seats. As the train chugged along, Izuku's eyelids grew heavy, and he drifted off into a deep sleep.

Timeskip

Izuku was sound asleep on the train, completely unaware of the commotion that was happening around him. A group of rowdy kids had boarded the train, laughing and shouting and causing a ruckus. They threw things at each other, played music through their speakers, and generally made a nuisance of themselves.

As they passed by Izuku's seat, one of the kids noticed him sleeping and decided to play a prank. He carefully balanced his half-full cup of orange juice on top of Izuku's forehead and then retreated to a seat in front of him, giggling with his friends.

As the train shook and lurched, the orange juice perched on top of Izuku's forehead began to drip, sending a cold stream of liquid trickling down his face.

The sudden sensation caused him to stir from his deep sleep, he instinctively jumped up. Izuku blinked a few times trying to regain his ability to see after having such a nice nap before rudely getting awoken.

Gaining the ability to see Izuku tried to make sense of his surroundings, he realized something even more startling. He was sticking to the ceiling of the train car! Izuku's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked down at the people below him. They were equally shocked by his sudden outburst, and a hush fell over the previously rowdy group of kids. Izuku tried to move his limbs, but he found that he was completely stuck to the ceiling.

Izuku tried to move his limbs, but found that he was completely stuck to the ceiling. Panic set in, and he struggled against the invisible force holding him in place. After a few moments of desperation, he managed to loosen the grip and fell to the floor of the train car.

His butt took the brunt of the impact, and he sat there for a moment, disoriented and confused. As he tried to regain his bearings, he heard a voice coming from the group of loud kids that had caused the commotion earlier. "Dammit, now I smell like oranges," the girl complained as she looked at her soaked shirt. After hearing her voice Izuku got up in an instant.

Izuku's voice shook as he spoke, his hands trembling as he reached out to her "I-I'm so so sorry," he stammered, barely audible above the sound of the train. "I didn't mean to do that I uh."

The girl yelped in surprise as Izuku's hand was against her shirt. At first, Izuku didn't realize what had happened, but then he felt a strange sensation on his palm. He looked down to see that his hand was sticking to the girl's shirt! Izuku's heart began to race as he tried to pull his hand away, but he found that it was completely stuck to the girl's clothing. He could feel her panic rising as she tried to back away, but Izuku's hand remained stuck to her shirt.

"Let go of me, what are you, some kind of pervert?" The words spat out of the girl's mouth, dripping with anger

"N-n-no, it's not like that," Izuku's voice shook with nervousness as he tried to explain the situation. "M-my hand, it's stuck to your shirt. I-I can't take it off."

"You expect me to believe that!?" She said, clearly not believing his explanation.

Izuku was still desperately trying to detach his hand from the girl's shirt, when he heard one of the guys in the group angrily shouting at him. "Get your hand off her!"

Izuku's heart raced with panic. He didn't want any trouble, he just wanted to get his hand free and avoid any more awkwardness."I-I'm trying to get my hand-" he tried to explain, but the guy wasn't listening and pushed Izuku causing him to trip. The whole train car fell silent as everyone processed what had just happened. The girl looked down at her ripped shirt in disbelief, her face turning red with anger and embarrassment.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" the guy screamed ready to end Izuku that very second.

Izuku's eyes widened in shock and he quickly looked away, mortified by what he had done.

Suddenly, the air around Izuku began to vibrate, and a strange buzzing sensation filled his head. Before he knew it, the angry guy charged at him. In a split-second decision, Izuku dodged the attack and retaliated with a swift kick, sending the guy hurtling across the train car.

"I-I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" Izuku stammered as he stared in disbelief at the guy he had unintentionally kicked, feeling guilty and worried.

As the buzzing sensation returned to Izuku's head, he felt his body move on its own once again. A guy with curly hair charged at him, but Izuku quickly reacted, hitting him with both feet while holding onto the pole of the train. The force of the kick knocked the guy out cold, and Izuku stumbled back, falling onto his back.

A bigger guy approached him, anger written all over his face trying to grab Izuku while he was on the ground. Izuku didn't hesitate and kicked him with both feet, sending him crashing into another guy behind him. The last guy swung at Izuku with all his might.

Izuku reacted quickly, putting his arm up to protect his head, and the guy's arm broke upon impact with Izuku's arm. The guy screamed in pain holding his arm and kneeling on the ground. Izuku stumbled and slipped on the spilled orange juice, losing his balance and gripping the pole for support. But his hand was still stuck to it, and with his body weight and momentum, he ended up yanking the pole out of its place.

Izuku was still slipping and the pole swung around wildly, hitting the remaining conscious guys who had been approaching Izuku. Those being a guy who got hit in the head and falling to the ground, out cold. Plus another guy who managed to dodge the pole, but Izuku's flailing body managed to hit the guy in the groin leaving him paralyzed.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, i'm so sorry," Izuku stammered, his voice filled with guilt and remorse

Izuku's heart was racing as he looked at his hands, unable to believe what had just happened. He had never experienced anything like the strange energy coursing through his body before. The buzzing sensation in his head had vanished, but he was left with a feeling of both fear and amazement.

As the train came to a halt, Izuku's heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe what he had just done. Without a second thought, he bolted out of the train and onto the platform, not even looking back to see the aftermath of his actions.

As he ran, his mind raced with a million questions. What was that buzzing sensation in his head? Why did he suddenly have such strength and agility? Was he some kind of freak? All he knew was that he needed to get home and try to make sense of it all.