Izuku's Three

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At the end of the next day, Izuku found himself itching to be grounded. And the best way he could do that? Walking around the world and taking everything in. With his shoes off. 

It helped him to feel as if he was becoming one with the ground, about to grow roots in it. Yet humans couldn't grow roots and he knew that. So he decided to at least have contact with the world around him. 

He was careful where he stepped, watching his feet move. Right first, left sefond, right first, left second. 

A small smile graced his face as he fell ill to the patterns of stepping across the sidewalk. His eloquent movements provided him with an obsession to step into the same spot of the sidewalk square before him. Three steps per square. He thought, counting them. 

"--boy!" 

Izuku continued on, noting from his peripheral vision that a turn was coming up. 

"--y boy!" 

Suddenly the wind picked up right as he lifted his left foot, taking him off guard at the power of such winds. His feet stumbled backwards against his will. And suddenly all was not well. 

"My boy!" Came a loud, familiar, bellow. 

Izuku's shoulders and spine stiffened. His head snapped straight ahead and he slowly turned around to look in the direction of the noise. 

And there he was, All Might. Standing there and looking fondly at the teen before him. 

"My boy, I've been looking for you," he commented with a sort of awe and fondness that made Midoriya feel like he was on a borderline between uncomfortable and enthralled. 

He felt his mouth go dry. He didn't want to see All Might again so soon. The first time hadn't gone so well. 

But as he turned to leave, All Might spoke up to him. "I was wrong," the hero blurted. "You can be a hero. You have what it takes to be one." A step closer. "I can help you, if that is still what you want?"