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yuki4amano · 7 months ago

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Timeless love. Chapter 5. Veiled Fears.

Izuku finds himself back home after his usual escape from Eraserhead, he collapses onto his bed with a heavy sigh, his muscles still tense from the adrenaline-fueled encounter. Glancing at the room clock before drifting off to sleep, he notices the time showing 11 o'clock. The room is bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the familiar surroundings.

Hours pass in restless slumber, and as Izuku dreams, the clock continues its inexorable march forward. In the darkness, the hand of the clock moves silently from 11 to 1 o'clock, marking the passage of time in the quiet solitude of Izuku's room.

In the blink of an eye, Izuku finds himself in a desolate landscape, surrounded by damaged and broken buildings. Horror grips his heart as he takes in the devastation around him, a sense of deja vu washing over him like a tidal wave. He knows this place, he's been here before.

Voices echo in the distance, drawing his attention. His senses are on high alert, Izuku turns to face the source of the sound, his stomach twisting with unease.

Before he can fully comprehend what's happening, a familiar voice cuts through the air, sending a chill down Izuku's spine. It's Present Mic, but something is different about him. He looks older, wearier, his eyes carrying a weight of experiences beyond his years.

In that moment of realization, Izuku's mind races with memories of the timeline before he traveled back in time. Present Mic was a hero in that timeline, a beacon of hope and inspiration to all who knew him.

In that moment of realization, Izuku's mind races with memories of the timeline before he traveled back in time. Present Mic was a hero in that timeline, fighting to protect the innocent against the tyranny of villains.

As the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, Izuku feels a sense of dread wash over him. He knows what's coming next. With a heavy heart, Izuku braces himself for the inevitable, knowing that he can't change the past, only bear witness to its echoes in the present.

Power Loader, Tamaki Amajiki, and Mirio Togata were also present there when Present Mic announces his decision to join the villain's side, after losing his faith in heroism. izuku stands there like a statue as he sees the past replay right in front of him once again.

As Present Mic makes his fateful announcement, the atmosphere is heavy with tension, the weight of his words hanging in the air like a dark cloud. Power Loader, Tamaki Amajiki, and Mirio Togata stand alongside Izuku, their expressions mirroring his own shock and disbelief.

Izuku stands frozen, rooted to the spot as he witnesses the past replaying before his eyes. The sight of Present Mic, once a symbol of heroism and hope, now standing on the brink of darkness, fills him with a sense of profound sadness and despair.

Power Loader's stoic demeanor cracks, his usually impassive expression betraying a flicker of uncertainty. Tamaki Amajiki's usually reserved nature is replaced by a look of disbelief, his eyes wide with shock. And Mirio Togata, normally brimming with confidence and optimism, stands speechless, his face a mask of disbelief.

As Present Mic's words sink in, a sense of helplessness washes over Izuku. He knows that he's powerless to change the course of events, that the past is set in stone. All he can do is bear witness to the tragedy unfolding before him, a silent observer in a world torn apart by betrayal and disillusionment.

As the group stands there in stunned silence, their senses assaulted by Present Mic's shocking declaration, a sudden disturbance shatters the eerie calm. Without warning, a Nomu materializes out of thin air, its grotesque form looming menacingly between them.

Covered in blood and bearing the grisly remains of a deformed body, the Nomu's appearance sends a wave of horror rippling through the group. Izuku feels a cold chill run down his spine as he beholds the macabre sight, his heart pounding in his chest.

Inasa Yoarashi's lifeless form hangs limply from the Nomu's jaws, his once vibrant spirit snuffed out in an instant. The sight is too much to bear, and Izuku's instinct is to turn away, to shield himself from the horror unfolding before him. But he finds himself unable to tear his gaze away, transfixed by the gruesome scene unfolding before him.

The stench of blood fills the air, thick and suffocating, as the Nomu stands silently amidst the wreckage. Its empty eyes seem to bore into Izuku's soul, sending a shiver down his spine.

The air grows thick with tension as the group stands frozen in shock, their minds struggling to process the magnitude of the horror before them. Time seems to stand still as they grapple with the reality of what they've just witnessed, the weight of it pressing down on them like a suffocating blanket.

Izuku's hands tremble at his sides as he fights to maintain his composure, his thoughts racing a mile a minute. Fear grips him like a vice, threatening to overwhelm him with its suffocating embrace.

As the nightmarish scene unfolds before him, Izuku stands frozen in terror, his eyes locked on the grotesque sight of the Nomu carrying Inasa's lifeless form. The air grows heavy with dread as the monstrous creature spits out the mangled body, its twisted features contorted into a grotesque mockery of humanity.

Izuku's mind reels with disbelief and horror, his thoughts racing as he struggles to comprehend the surreal nightmare playing out before him. Every fiber of his being screams at him to turn away, to flee from the nightmarish apparition before him, but his body remains rooted to the spot, paralyzed by fear.

In the distance, he can hear the voices of Power Loader, Tamaki Amajiki, and Mirio Togata, their cries of shock and dismay echoing through the desolate landscape. But their words seem distant and muffled, drowned out by the pounding of Izuku's own heartbeat in his ears.

As the Nomu lurches forward, its empty eyes fixated on Izuku with a predatory gleam, a primal instinct kicks in, flooding Izuku's veins with adrenaline. With a surge of desperate determination, he wrenches himself from his paralysis, his muscles tensing as he prepares to confront the looming threat.

But before he can make a move, the world around him shimmers and fades, the nightmare melting away like a mirage in the desert. With a gasp of relief, Izuku finds himself back in the familiar confines of his bedroom, the soft glow of dawn filtering in through the curtains.

For a moment, he remains motionless, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he struggles to shake off the lingering effects of the nightmare. Slowly, the rational part of his mind begins to assert itself, reminding him that what he had witnessed was just a haunting nightmare, a chilling reminder of his past.

With a shaky exhale, Izuku pushes himself upright, his trembling hands reaching for his phone to silence the blaring alarm. As the shrill ringing fades into silence, he takes a moment to collect himself, his pulse gradually returning to normal as the remnants of the nightmare drift away like mist in the morning sun.

Though shaken by the intensity of his dream, Izuku knows that he cannot afford to dwell on it. With a determined resolve, he pushes aside the lingering unease and sets his sights on the day ahead. His life itself is a nightmare on its own, he muses grimly, but he refuses to let it consume him. Whatever challenges may come, he will face them head-on, drawing strength from the knowledge that he has seen far worse nightmares than the one that haunted him in his sleep.

As the warm water cascades over him, Izuku lets out a sigh of relief, feeling the tension of the nightmare slowly dissipate. With each drop that splashes against his skin, he washes away the remnants of fear and uncertainty, replacing them with a renewed sense of determination.

In the kitchen, the comforting aroma of breakfast wafts through the air, a stark contrast to the lingering remnants of his nightmare. Inko Midoriya moves about with practiced ease, the sound of sizzling filling the room as she prepares their morning meal.

For Izuku, the familiar routine is a welcome respite from the chaos of his thoughts. As he finishes his shower and steps out into the warmth of the kitchen, he feels a sense of calm settle over him, a fleeting moment of peace amidst the storm of his reality.

"Morning, Mom," Izuku greets her, offering a small smile as he takes a seat at the table.

"Good morning, Izuku," Inko replies, returning his smile with one of her own. "Sleep well?"

Izuku hesitates for a moment, the memory of his nightmare still fresh in his mind. But he shakes it off with a dismissive wave, not wanting to worry Inko about his troubles.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he assures her, plastering on a reassuring smile. "Just had a weird dream, that's all."

Inko nods understandingly, though Izuku can see the concern in her eyes. She's always been able to see through his facade, even when he tries to hide his worries from her.

"Well, breakfast is almost ready," she says, her voice gentle. "Eat up before it gets cold."

Izuku nods gratefully, digging into his meal with a renewed appetite. With each bite, he pushes aside the lingering remnants of his nightmare, focusing instead on the warmth of Inko's cooking and the comforting routine of their morning ritual.

As Izuku finished his meal, he said goodbye to his mom and headed to the train station.

After bidding his mom farewell, Izuku headed to the train station. The platform was bustling with the usual rush of commuters, and the train itself was crammed with people, typical for this time of day. Izuku deftly navigated through the crowd, finding a spot near the window where he could observe the ongoing battle between pro heroes and a villain. He retrieved his trusty analysis notebook and diligently noted down details about the heroes' quirks, fighting styles, and any tactical errors. His lips remained sealed around his pen, a familiar habit to keep his thoughts from spilling out in muttered commentary, a habit honed through past experiences and trials.

As his stop approached, Izuku gathered his belongings and prepared to disembark. The walk to school was a peaceful respite from the chaos of the city, a moment of tranquility in his day. However, the calm was short-lived as he caught sight of a swarm of reporters blocking the entrance to U.A. High School. With a resigned sigh, he debated whether to find an alternate route.

Just as he was lost in thought, a familiar voice pierced through his reverie. It was Yuki Amano, her expression twisted with panic as she surveyed the throng of press ahead. Izuku's attention snapped back to the present as he approached her.

"Oh my me, can you believe these onions blocking the way again?" Yuki muttered to herself, her tone dripping with annoyance. "For the sake of time, may the mosquitoes keep you company at night, you bunch of disruptors!" she muttered under her breath, her words laced with exasperation.

Izuku's attention was drawn to Yuki's colorful expressions. "Don't worry, Yuki. I'll lead you through a different path. We'll avoid the press altogether," he reassured her, his voice calm and steady.

Yuki's expression softened with relief. "Thank you, Midoriya. I don't know what I would do without you."

With a reassuring smile, Izuku gestured for her to follow. "Come on, let's go this way," he said, leading her toward the peaceful solitude of the forested area bordering the U.A.

As they ventured deeper into the forest, Izuku couldn't help but notice Yuki's subtle signs of distress. While he found the journey through the woods full of excitement and adventure, Yuki seemed to be silently freaking out about every rustle in the bushes, every unfamiliar insect buzzing by, and every suspicious-looking plant they passed.

Izuku couldn't suppress a chuckle as he observed Yuki's attempts to maintain a brave facade, her body language betraying her true feelings of unease. It was one of the things he loved about her—the way she pretended to be brave even when she was clearly out of her comfort zone. Despite her fears, she refused to let them show, her stubborn determination to appear fearless evident in every tense movement and forced smile.

"Hey, Yuki, are you okay?" Izuku asked, unable to contain his amusement at her exaggerated attempts to act nonchalant.

Yuki shot him a quick glance, her facade slipping for just a moment before she quickly regained her composure. "Of course, I'm okay, Midoriya," she replied, her voice a touch too cheerful as she brushed off his concern. "Just enjoying the scenic route, you know?"

Izuku couldn't help but smile at her response, admiring her resilience even in the face of her fears. "Well, if you ever need a break from the 'scenic route,' just let me know," he said with a playful grin. "I'm here to protect you from any bugs, poisonous plants, or venomous creatures that dare to cross our path."

Yuki chuckled nervously, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "Thanks, Midoriya. I appreciate the offer, but I'm fine," she insisted, her voice tinged with stubbornness.

As they finally reached the campus, Izuku and Yuki parted ways with their own parting phrases, each heading to their respective classes.

"See you when we meet again, Midoriya," Yuki said with a small smile, her eyes reflecting a hint of gratitude for their shared adventure through the forest.

"Take care, Yuki," Izuku replied warmly, his voice filled with genuine affection. "Until next time."

With a final wave, they went their separate ways, Yuki making her way to class 1-C and Izuku to class 1-A.