𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓑𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷 (BNHA/BKDK Fantasy AU) [EDITING]

- Oneshot/Filler: Edges of Frost -

- Takes Place After the Events of Chapter Forty-Four and Before the Events of Chapter Forty-Seven -

When Midoriya woke up, all he saw was white.

Everything felt fuzzy and vague, like destiny didn't know its path, but Midoriya found a strange comfort in it. He didn't question it, didn't ponder at the mystery of the world around him. He only waited for the infinite white plain to clear out in front of him.

After some time, he realized where he was, more specifically, what the color around him was. A cold sensation of winter followed in as the white specks in front of him became more defined. Before long, he realized where he was. He was caught in a large field of snow, watching the gentle flakes float down to kiss the ground and build up. How many inches of snow was he standing in? He lifted his foot and shook off the remnants of snow. There must have been around four or five inches.

When he looked a little closer, he noticed that his shoes were different. What was once his small red shoes were now replaced by long red boots reaching close to his knee. He looked around his body more and noticed a few other subtle changes in his clothes. He was still wearing gloves, but he wasn't familiar with this pair. They were much thicker, made of durable brown leather and tough yarn that stitched the material together. He almost hated how warm it made his hands.

But the most obvious piece of clothing he noticed was the cloak wrapped around his neck. It was made of a long and thick green wool and it was clasped around his neck by a bronze amulet. With closer inspection, Midoriya noticed the symbol of Emberium on it: the imprint of a flame. The cloak was gorgeous behind it, flowing up lightly from the gentle breeze on the plain.

He loved the outfit, but it didn't feel quite right. Something was missing. He almost felt a weight form on his back, but what could be behind there? What was he missing?

Suddenly, the wind whispered to him. "Izuku."

He shuddered, but not from the cold. That voice sounded so familiar, but where from? It was the voice of a woman, and it was soft and comforting, but it didn't resemble the tone of his mother's. Who could be speaking to him here?

"Hello?" he asked out. His breath released a puff of cool air into the winter around him, dissolving into the snowflakes. He turned his attention away and asked, "Who's here?"

The wind didn't change. No voices responded.

Midoriya stiffened a little, bringing his cloak around his shoulders to block out the chilling drift. Maybe it was just the wind...

Even in the cold condition, his gloves were too much. The thick material was making his hands sweat up quickly. It was almost too much for him to bear. Without a second thought, he ripped them off and searched his pockets for his other pair of gloves. When he found them, he slid them on his sweaty fingers and put away his more durable gloves. He didn't see a problem with it. If his hands got cold, he could just switch his gloves out with the other pair.