❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜ // &. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( from Shoto :) )
Instead of pushing himself to say I am fine, this time he relented and whispered okay.
Loneliness was a silent killer, a dull but constant pressure against his heart. Every so often it squeezed, and he found himself out of breath. The vestiges of the previous users helped immensely, but there was a part of him that missed being in another person's physical presence. He was sorry for the bento that had fallen to the ground and missed the mentor he had left behind.
"I need to apologize." Izuku slowly allowed himself to scoot closer, lowering his head until he could touch his brows to his classmate's shoulder.
He shut his eyes, for a moment perfectly content to just stand there, focusing on another person's warmth.
Unfortunately, the peace only lasted for a few seconds. There was a jab at the back of his head, and Izuku moved a moment too late. Blood splattered across his chest - not his own. Izuku's lips parted, a scream on his tongue as he followed his classmate to the ground. "No, no...This isn't happening!" He pushed the words of incredulity through his trembling lips, eyes tearing from his friend to scan their surroundings.
Where was the enemy? Who did this?
The answer became apparent as soon as he looked down - it was his own hand coated in crimson.
You killed him, a voice accused. You involved him, and now he's dead!
"This is a dream," Izuku muttered to himself, eyes darting frantically from one side of the street to the other. "This is a dream. It is a dream."
And he was right. When he startled awake, all he could think was thank goodness. One thing was for certain, however, and that was the fact he was slipping. Wherever All for One was, the man should reveal himself sooner rather than later. Mentally, Izuku was on a ticking clock, and something must change.
