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Dadzawa

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{Aizawa POV~dream}
A deathly aura flooded between the pro heroes who stood outside in the odd overcast day; the grey clouds projecting a dull shadow upon everyone on the ground.

Tarmac slightly crunched under the souls of my shoes as I attempted to be as quiet as possible, slowly sneaking up on the league's layer.

I didn't like the tension that flooded between us all, it was a harsh sense of foreboding that I couldn't help but notice. Something wasn't right, and nothing felt worse than to imagine what I would find inside of this building.

It felt as if some invisible force were trying to pull me away from the eerily quiet building, the causal looking pub which held countless secrets which would never be revealed.

Something beep in the back of my mind were telling me not to go in; of course I would never listen to this voice. The awful feeling was nothing compared to how much I wanted my student to be safe.

I missed his bright smile, the way his presence seemed to clear the thick clouds for the beautiful sun to shine once more; as if his very soul was favoured by god himself.

Nothing could compare to what I saw once inside the building.

I fell to my knees and covered my eyes with the palms of my hands, the image of Izuku's lifeless and unmoving body fresh and vivid in my mind, the way his blood was splattered around his once beautiful body, creating a sickly crimson masterpiece.

Tears leaked through the gaps in my fingers as I approached the body and pulled his limp head onto my lap, cradling the lifeless body. My vision blurred through hot tears; dropping onto Izuku's stained face.

His features were contorted and broken in a gruesome fashion; nothing could compare to the overwhelming feeling of grief and failure I felt at that moment.

Hidden emotions spewed out after I hugged his cold torso; releasing a deafening scream racking through the whole building.

Everything seemed to go quiet at that moment, my ears rang as I lost all senses. The only thing I could feel were hordes of pitiful hands placed all over my body, tearing me away from the corpse. I screamed as I watched a white cloth being thrown over his bloodied body, as he was taken out of my vision.

I had no more breath at that point my throat closed and I had no more strength to utter a mere whimper of pain and regret.

I tried to follow the people who took Izuku away; only for more hands to push me to the ground as a sharp prick was felt in my neck, dark splotches creeped into my vision as I took my last look at the cloth covered body being loaded into a white and blue car.

{3rd POV}
Aizawa's black eyes snapped open as his torso instantly propped himself up in his bed, panting looking around at his surroundings, beads of sweat travelled down his forehead, making their way down to his tear stained cheeks.

It had indeed been a while since the underground hero had shredded a single tear, and this was a whole flood of tears. Shota wasn't one to show emotions often, the mere thought of it made him want to recoil into his sleeping bag and stay in the darkness forever.