Chained....(My Hero Academia Fanfiction)

•Do Your Best Iida•

Those who do not understand True Pain can never understand True Peace...That is why I shut my eyes a long time ago and why the things I now search for can never be truly be attained. Did you know that in a world without light, flowers can only wilt ? How interesting...

Those words faintly echoed at the back of my mind as the wind brushed over my face, shielding my glassy eyes with crystalline tears while delicate flower petals that could only be the outcome of the dying world fell at my feet one by one, as if a curse had made them meet their end. Just as my pained muscles tensed up in order to push past the Press crowding the school gate, my eyes brushed over my surroundings and I noticed a tall man standing about 10 meters away from me, short blue hair framing his seemingly scarred face. When the soft breeze finally shifted, his blood colored eyes met mine and my whole body froze as a sense of uneasiness and fear took over my mind, almost as if I had forgotten a man that had ripped my very soul from my body, as if I had forgotten someone who led me to this road of endless suffering.

"Do you need something my dear ?" He asked in a broken voice. "You look...afraid."

"I'm..." I stuttered, trembling. "N-No sorry sir, it's nothing."

My gaze was ripped away from his when a rough hand grabbed mine in order to turn me around, shielding me away from the reporters that had somehow found their way to me among all of the chaos as whoever was holding me tightened their hold around my body, pressing my head into what felt to be the crook of their neck. Simply from the irregular heartbeats that had become the only place of comfort my ears could find in the painful silence that filled the Underground, my entire body relaxed to let the man hold me and all of the hatred I once held for him vanished as if it had never even existed, as if he had always been the one to comfort me for all these years.

"Pardon me but we'd like to ask this young lady a few questions." A woman's voice asked. "Can you tell us what it's like to work so closely with All Might ? What is he like as a teacher ?"

"Get lost." Takizawa's loud voice growled. "Now or you won't have a leg left to run with !"

Almost as they had never been there, the crowd around us dispersed and the man's arms finally let go as I was left to face him kneeling in front of me, his usual angry expression turned into one contorted with worry rather than disgust and superiority. Without a word to him as usual, I took a few steps back but just as I was about to walk away to try and forget everything that had just happened, I turned around and wrapped my arms around his abdomen in a meaningless hold, at least that was what it felt like to me.

"I'm sorry...." He whispered. "Have a good day at school, child."

.......

"Decent work on yesterday's Combat Training you guys." Mr. Aizawa complimented for the first time. "I saw the video feeds and went over each of your teams' results. Bakugo, you're talented so don't sulk like a child about your loss okay ?"

Despite how hard I tried to supress my amusement, I couldn't help but to let a small giggle slip past my lips, which drew a sharp grunt of disapproval from the blond before he turned around in order to lightly slam his fist onto the top of my head as if to warn me that I wasn't one to laugh.

"And Midoriya." Our teacher continued. "I see the only way you won the match was by messing up your arm again. Work harder and don't give me the excuse that you don't have control over your quirk. That line is already getting old. You can't keep breaking your body by training here. But your quirk will be really useful if you can get a handle on it. So show a little urgency huh ? Now let's get down to business. Our first task will decide your future."

His eyes locked on mine for a split second and I could tell that he had held back some comments about my own quirk, the one that could have taken the lives of my classmates in a flash if I had not been held back by the Limiters, all due to my lack of control over the Energy I was constantly drunk on. In my eyes, Eraser Head had always seemed blessed rather than cursed with a power too great for this world, he could take people's curses away from them even for a moment, even for a split second, he could take away their suffering and finally free them from the burden they had been carrying ever since it awoke inside of them.