On the fourth day, Midoriya returned to normal.
He had no memory of anything that had happened over the past few days.
"That's a relief. No more dealing with Bakugo and Todoroki glaring at us all the time," Kirishima said, stretching his neck. "Yesterday nearly killed me. I didn't think little Midoriya could stay up that late playing."
"Seriously," Ashido added, rolling her shoulders. "Who gave him an energy drink? He wouldn't calm down at all."
"No idea," Ojiro said, flexing his sore arms. "But once Midoriya gets going, no one can stop him. He'll push himself until he collapses."
"So in other words…"
"He's back in Recovery Girl's care," Aoyama said from his seat, still smiling, though sweat beaded on his forehead. "Exhaustion again."
"That aside, he's back to normal now, so we can finally relax," Iida said, adjusting his glasses. "Also, our next class is an English test. Please prepare yourselves."
"You've got to be kidding. One problem ends and another starts? Yaoyorozu, save me!"
"I'm jealous of Midoriya right now. At least he got to lie in bed instead of taking a test."
"…There's a test?"
The classroom door slid open.
Midoriya stood there, still looking tired.
"Midoriya, how are you feeling?" Iida asked, standing up immediately.
"I'm better. Thanks to Recovery Girl, my cold's gone," Midoriya replied, taking his seat.
"That's good to hear. Everyone, settle down," Iida said, gesturing for the class to quiet.
Yaoyorozu leaned slightly toward Midoriya.
"You haven't been able to review these past few days. Will you be all right?"
"I think so…"
Even as he said it, his body still felt heavy.
During the test, Midoriya tapped his pen lightly against his lips.
The questions weren't too difficult.
When it was over, he let out a quiet breath.
I should rest more…
"This body still needs work," he muttered, lowering his head onto the desk.
You don't need more training. You need rest.
The thought lingered.
Maybe… but if I stop now…
He pushed himself upright, shaking his head, and went to the sink to splash water on his face.
By the time he returned, his focus had steadied.
He opened his notebook and began studying again.
The next morning, Midoriya ate breakfast while scrolling through his phone.
"Huh? There's a convention in the city this weekend?"
His eyes lit up.
"And it's Saturday and Sunday… perfect."
A smile spread across his face.
"That means more All Might figures."
He pulled out his savings, carefully weighing the jar in his hands before opening it.
"One thousand… two thousand… thirty thousand…"
He counted slowly, his grin widening.
By Friday, Midoriya was still in an unusually good mood.
The rest of the class had started to notice.
Denki Kaminari: I'll admit it—Midoriya looks great when he smiles. But why is he smiling all the time?
Minoru Mineta: I know, I know, I know!
Shoto Todoroki: Then say it.
Katsuki Bakugo: He looks ridiculous. Say it already before I punch him.
Ochaco Uraraka: Maybe don't say that so loudly…
Denki Kaminari: Wait… if you reverse that, does it mean you think he looks good?
Kyoka Jiro: You did not just figure that out.
Denki Kaminari: I'm smarter than I look.
Minoru Mineta: Are you going to let me talk or not?
Tenya Iida: State your point quickly.
Minoru Mineta: Fine. Midoriya's going to a convention this weekend. That's why he's so happy.
Minoru Mineta: …Logging off now.
Katsuki Bakugo: Where?
Shoto Todoroki: Location?
Denki Kaminari: You can just search it online… Found it. This one—same city, dates match.
Denki Kaminari: Looks kind of fun. Want to go together?