Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia, just Lucas.
Beware of bad writing, and slight self-insert.

Oxygen

Breathe in...

and breathe out.

Breathe in...

I was scared. I was scared. Yep, I was fucking scared. The hums of chatter around me, the occasional instances of laughter, the reassuring tone of my mother did nothing to ease my nerves. Nothing possibly could, not when there was the constant underlying thought of... being so high up in the sky...

My mother and I, we were on our way to Florida due to our vacation time getting eaten up. While I appreciated the beauty of Jamaica, the country we visited for a full week, all good things come to an end. In my honest opinion, we definitely should have stayed. There was only so much money in our pockets though... at least we managed to save for our trip in the first place.

But, eh, c'est la vie. I just couldn't wait for my feet to reach solid ground. Yes... the solid and firm land of the Earth. It called my name, I know it did!

Breathe out...

Only thirty minutes into the flight and my mother already drifted off. For as long as I could remember, she always seemed tired, whether that came from her demeanor or exhausted brown eyes, I didn't know. People told me I was the same way, as if it would upset me and inspire change. Hah! Joke's on them. My mom didn't influence my personality, it's just natural for me to be lazy and sleepy as shit.

Maybe in this case, I was a contradiction, because I was as awake and alert as ever during the entirety of our short airplane ride.

Breathe in...

The plane was shaking.

When I say shaking, I mean shaking.

It swayed from side to side, rapidly moved up and down. Little kids were screaming and most of the adults were starting to panic as well. The alarm went off. My mother had woken up and grasped my hand, giving it a tight, yet comforting squeeze although I could see the fear on her face. I swear, I felt like fainting. I felt like dying just to get it over with, and I had to stop from slapping myself because there were still people I had to live for. But I also felt like kicking the windows until they cracked or opened or whatever else – something in my mind told me "you'll just be wasting your time, bud" – before jumping outside like I was a badass at skydiving. Let me tell you now, I'm not.

Plus, it'd still be a one way ticket to my demise.

Before I could try to calm my rapid fire thoughts, before I could try to stop myself from screeching at the top of my lungs, the plane had begun to go down. In that moment, my heart graduated from marathon runner to Olympic runner, or perhaps it boosted itself up to a sports car. Then there was a horrible, familiar twist in the depths of my gut as gravity took control, like I was on a roller coaster in the clouds.

Breathe out...

I never "liked" roller coasters all that much.

Breathe in...

We were going down, holy shit we were actually in a spiral towards our deaths.

I shared a look with my mother, staring into those clear, chocolate dyed orbs she called eyes, yet taking in the entirety of her features. I finally squeezed her hand back before stealing a glance through our window.

Breathe out...

Blue never looked so terrifying.

Breathe in...

Breathe out...

Breathe in...

Breathe out...

Stop.

Lucas Arroyo, age fifteen, took his last breath on July 14th.

Izuku Midoriya was born on July 15th.

Let's start that again.

Breathe in...