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Izuku looks ahead, gleaming white surrounding his peripherals, unable to find out where exactly he is, he walks on. He then sees… the Class 1A Dorms? Why’s that in the middle of a random blank space? He walks closer and closer, jogs, runs, then starts sprinting, as fast as he can. He doesn’t understand why, he just… did so. One may say he was excited to see them, but Izuku felt no excitement nor any type of joy. He felt as if running into a battle, running into a war, running into save someone, but… as if it was doomed. He reached the door after what felt ages to him, and slammed it open.
The stench gave the whole scene away.
Izuku clenches his fists, as his nose and eyes suffer from the fresh pools of crimson spilt across the floors.
He attempts to look away, but it’s as if he’s fixated. Fixated on every deceased body in the room…
The whole of Class 1A.
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The midnight gleams a bright crescent, illuminating the hospital room with hints of soft blue light. Beeping can be heard from the middle of the room, a device connected to the patient. Soft, light breaths can be heard from the patient, yet it slowly quickens pace by pace, the room becoming darker as the clouds hide away the magnificent moon.
Izuku jolts awake.
Now, his breath is short, quick huffs of panic. His head aches, yet he doesn’t understand why. Tears fall, their stead as of light rain, from his wide eyes. He clenches his blanket tighter, then loosens it, again and again.
What was that…?
There’s beeping and a painful ringing in his eardrums, and he feels wires latched onto him. He can sense objects attached to his body. A familiar scent fills his senses. Clean, pristine air hits his face, a contrast from the outrageous stench of dread as of earlier. It’s scent… it’s as of a hospital, he realizes. He’s in a hospital, in one of their rooms…albeit he doesn’t know why for. His eyes clear to adjust to the darkness, his eyesight low on visibility from the sudden awakening. There’s a counter on the far side of the room, with multiple types of medical equipment that he is unable to name. He looks to his side, at where soft streaks of light emanate from the gleaming windows. The moonlight shining against his garment and beaming across the rails of his bed.
A memory pops up in his mind, memories filled with splashes of red blood, rubble, death, and war. Memories of why he was here- memories of his own fight against Tomura Shigiraki. He had won, but had never been joyous of it- he remembers…
His tears were already falling quietly down his face, but as the more agonizing memories surfaced in the back of his mind, they began to fall faster.
He then hears his and Ochako’s voices… quiet, somber weeping as they confessed to a doomed love. His body stills and tears fall rapidly down his cheeks, as he sees the crystal image of his dear doomed lover, dead, on his lap. He pulls his hand up to his glassy eyes, as he wipes the silent stream of tears dripping onto the pristine sheets of his bed.
He hears a soft creak, and peers above his hands that had once hidden his face. A woman in light blue scrubs observes him for a split moment, then says, “So you’re awake”. Her tone was one he could not place, one that was saddened but not because of his awakening, not even because of the hour of midnight. It was something that he couldn’t find an answer to, something the nurse knew that he did not.
“Mhm…” Izuku hums out, lightly.
“Do you feel any pain anywhere?” the nurse responds softly.
“My head is pounding… It hurts. And, my body has a slight ache”
She hums as a quick response, before walking toward him and checking his vitals. As she sat onto the chair beside him, he could see the details of her much clearer due to the moonlight. It looks as if she has snow blue hair, with accents of a darker shade on the ends of it. Straight bangs fold above her forehead. Her hair kept in a neat plaited bun. Her skin was pale, and she held that same look from before, the one he could hear from her tone. The compassion in her face looks at him with concern, though concern for what he does not know.
“The Doctor is coming soon, she’ll do further check-ups and inform you on any details”
“Okay, Thank you”
The nurse walked to the end of the room, where the doorframe stood, and waited patiently till the doctor arrived. Izuku didn’t like the silence, but could not change that. He did not want the sound of nothingness, as it grants him thoughts that he would never want, except, in this situation he is unable to speak. His voice seems to be stuck, as he opens and closes his mouth slightly. The more silence, the more he pondered on his nightmare. He didn’t understand it- there was the whole of his class, dead inside the UA dorms. What if it means they all died? No, that- that wouldn't make sense. There should be at least more than one survivor… right?
The more Izuku thought the more he felt uncomfortable, he knows the possibility is unfathomable and at most, unrealistic. Except… the mood, everything he’s seen, the possible signs, he doesn’t know if it’s some stupid theory… or if it’s just him gaslighting himself. He can’t understand. He wishes it just ends and he hears that any one of Class 1-A’s students is alive and fine. He wishes for the doctor to arrive at his room already.
As if his thoughts were heard, a light knock could be heard from the door, distracting him from his miserable thoughts. The nurse opened the door, and a woman with black hair, put in a neat low ponytail, and round glasses stepped into the room. Her white coat slid through the room, and towards him. Her face was filled with many emotions, pain, kindness and the same odd compassion. Added was a small hint of reluctance, but a type of reluctance for someone else's good.
“Hello, you must be Izuku Midoriya, right?”
“Yes, I am”
“Mhm, my name is Yasuko Tachibana, you may address me as Dr. Tachibana”
The Doctor, Dr. Tachibana, sat on her doctor’s stool as she started listing down different questions on his health. She starts with basic questions on his body, if anything hurts, how he feels, stuff like that. She goes on to check him and says that he’ll have a more thorough check up in the morning, as he is deemed okay for now.
Izuku sits in discomfort, the dreaded question tingling on the tip of his tongue. He wants to know so badly, yet at the same time he dreads his answer. Like an exam paper, dreading ones scores to see how acceptable, or how inferior their mark is, except this being a more grimly situation. A situation to know his companions' sorrowful survival or depressed death.
He opens his mouth slightly a few times, as his throat goes dry on the thought of asking itself.
“Uhm… Dr. Tachibana?” he shyly asks, trying to not have his anxiety make a fool out of him.
“Yes, Midoriya?”
“How are… the others?” He asks, making his voice weaker per word. He dreads the answer.
The Doctor and her subordinate freeze, as they share a quick glance of worry. He feels his heart drop to his stomach… is his prediction right? No that- can't be. It may possibly be just a concerning number of martyrs from battle, but it can’t be that everyone that has a special place in his feeble heart has died.
“Izuku Midoriya, I’d like you to be… ready for this. Okay?”
Well if that didn’t sound suspicious and make him severely anxious.
“The paramedics had found you lying unconscious with the hero Uravity’s deceased body. It seems that she was the last person you were with, correct?”
Izuku slightly winces at the flash of the memory at the back of his eyes, “Yes, that is correct” he replies somberly.
The doctor’s expression deepens, “I am sorry, but… Izuku Midoriya, you were the only survivor from the whole of Class 1-A. All of class 1-A has been deemed deceased due to war injuries, except you Midoriya”
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What. That- it can’t be-
My predictions- the signs- the dream. They were all… the truth…
Izuku’s skin was glacial, soft tears dripped from his frozen face. He felt numb. He couldn’t see the moonlight that shone through the windows, he couldn’t feel the soft padding of the hospital bed, he couldn’t smell or taste anything but the saltiness of his tears. Whatever the doctor or the nurse said were lost in layers of fluffy cotton and blank static that filled his mind.
He couldn’t sense anything but the pain piercing through his heart, the shattered pieces being crumbled into feeble shards that glinted in the darkness of the void consuming his soul.
The tears glinted as they fell, as if crystals spilt from his eyes and shone throughout the faint moonlight. His blanket stained wet with clear diamonds, filled with the painful void that spills on his weak body, as he sobbed quietly, less than even a whisper to the ears of one’s self.
“Midoriya, we have a small amount of news to share with you… you deserve to know…” Dr. Tachibana said, her voice laced with grief and pity.
Izuku hums a quick response, as his voice cracks with the sobbing in his voice. He can’t speak, he can only stay mute, for he does not want to start wailing during his speech. He doesn't trust his voice, so he stays silent, unable to speak due to the pressure bearing onto him. He hoped this ‘small amount of news’ isn’t too… depressing. He wants to go home already. He wants to see his mom.
The doctor gave him a mournful gaze, her grave eyes meet his, which shivered him down to his spine. Her eyes spoke a deeper meaning, one that holds the grief for someone else so strong it gives chills to his body… chills that hint at the bellowing storm approaching his frail, crushed heart. A storm that will blow the crushed pieces into the gaping black hole.
“As you know, many pro heroes had gotten injured in the war, including your own teachers, Aizawa-Sensei and… All Might-Sensei. Except… two other civilians had gotten injured and deceased during their transport in the warzone…”
Izuku listened closely, he had already suspected that Aizawa-sensei and All Might-Sensei had died, and he honors their death, of course. But alas, he will still grieve for his close teacher's death, one being the past holder of One for All, the other his homeroom teacher who would lay his life just to save his class.
He wondered about the two civilian deaths, he felt sorry for them. They didn’t do anything to deserve to die. Was it his fault they had died? Had he not worked hard enough that it injured two civilians- had he not battled well enough? He already let his dear friends and classmates die… he had failed them… How could he fail two civilians?
He really wished mom would arrive here… his mind would go haywire without her even if it’s filled with static at the moment.
“One of the civilians… was a child. She was Eri, being carried by a kind woman who was just continuing the path to safety when…” she pauses, as Izuku’s breath hitches at the mention of Eri- “The woman and Eri had been burned alive by a villains flames, killing the poor child and kind woman…”
Izuku let out a sharp breath- his breathing heaved up again- Eri… the kid he saved with Lemillion and Nighteye… the kid that Nighteye laid his life on to protect her… had died. She- a poor traumatised child had gotten killed by an enormous villain… she was only a kid.
His heart was crushed continuously through the mentions of death, the blackhole spreading and consuming his heart piece by piece…
He wished mom would visit him- she wanted to cry to har shoulder, just like when he was a kid. Just like when he had a nightmare. He wanted to hear her soft, comforting voice again… he wanted to go back home… and meet her.
“Okay… what about… the woman?” he asks, his voice low and scraping from his dry throat.
“The woman.. You knew her…”
“Was she somehow close to me?”
The Doctor and nurse go silent for a few seconds… their faces on the verge of spilling tears for the young boy’s poor fate- the young boy who had lost someone extremely close to him.
“Yes… very close…” Dr. Tachibana replied, a tear dropping from one of her eyes.
“Oh… who was she?” Izuku asks, unbeknownst of the dreadful answer he may get.
The doctor’s nose swelled red with the tears that poured forth, as she tried to remain calm as she laid upon the boy his worst nightmare… the nightmare no child would ever want to face.
“The woman… the woman’s name was… Inko Midoriya- you’re-” she was stopped mid-sentence
“...mom?” he says, his voice breaking as a flurry of tears blinded his vision, as he felt everything around him freeze. As he heard himself sobbing his heart out, as his heart was squeezed, shattered, crushed and grinded by the devastating news. As the gaping black hole swallowed his mind, heart and soul, as his mind sunk deeper into the dark pitless ocean, as his body ached as he led his hand to his face, as he wailed out loud. Leaks of black paint splattered in the room, the emotions in his heart being squeezed out as he wept and wept, as all of his emotions flowed out of his body. As he scrambled out the names of his loved ones, his friends, his teachers and… and his mom.
Izuku’s sobbing lowered by the sluggish, ticking time, even if he had been sobbing for what he knows hours, the last thing comprehensible; barely but a whisper of his frail, weak and raspy voice, “Mom…mama… you said you’d- you’d wait for me to come back home… but- you were never there…”