Unconsciousness enveloped Izuku Midoriya, transporting him to a realm of memories and dreams. Within this ethereal space, he found himself reliving moments from his past, memories entwined with a girl who had left an indelible mark on his heart—Momo Yaoyorozu.
In this dream-like state, Izuku and Momo shared study sessions, their minds immersed in the pursuit of knowledge and their spirits intertwined in a blossoming friendship. The memories played out in vivid detail, each scene etching itself into Izuku's consciousness with a tender brush.
He recalled their laughter-filled study sessions, where they would tackle complex theories and concepts, their passion for heroism fueling their drive to excel. They eagerly flipped through textbooks, their eyes alight with the thrill of discovery. They would debate, challenge, and inspire each other, their minds dancing in intellectual harmony.
As the memories unfolded, Izuku found himself relishing in the warmth of their camaraderie. Their shared triumphs and the joy that followed would reverberate through his very being, a reminder of the profound bond they had forged. Whether it was solving intricate equations or discussing the nuances of hero ethics, their minds were in sync, like puzzle pieces falling seamlessly into place.
But amidst the academic pursuits, there were also moments of respite and lightheartedness. Izuku remembered the times when they would take breaks from studying, indulging in simple pleasures. They would enjoy cups of tea together, the fragrant steam rising as they reveled in moments of tranquility. Their conversations would veer off into topics beyond academia, exploring dreams, aspirations, and the sheer wonder of the world around them.
In these cherished memories, Izuku couldn't help but be captivated by Momo's radiant smile. It was a smile that seemed to light up the room, bringing warmth and comfort to his heart. The way her eyes sparkled with curiosity and kindness, the way her laughter danced like music in his ears—it was a sight and sound he held dear.
But of all the memories, one stood out with vivid clarity. It was a recollection of a late afternoon, where Izuku and Momo would often retreat to their favorite study spot—a serene park embraced by the gentle shade of a towering tree. The sun cast a golden hue upon the grass, painting the surroundings in hues of warmth and tranquility.
As they strolled together towards their familiar spot, a sense of peace enveloped them. Izuku's eyes widened in awe as he caught sight of Momo, wearing a flowing red sundress that accentuated her grace and elegance. Her hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her face with delicate strands. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, and Izuku's heart skipped a beat.
Momo turned to him, her smile soft and genuine, mirroring the serenity of the scene around them. Her eyes held a mix of kindness, intelligence, and a touch of vulnerability that stirred something deep within Izuku. The pure beauty that radiated from her left him stunned, as he marveled at the sight before him. It was as if the universe had conspired to create this perfect moment, etching it into their shared history.
But as the memory reached its crescendo, a twinge of melancholy seeped into Izuku's consciousness. The realization struck him like a blow—he could no longer create new memories like these with Momo. The time they had shared, the laughter, the study sessions, and the stolen moments under the tree—it all belonged to the past, preserved only in the recesses of his mind.
With a jolt, Izuku's eyes fluttered open, snapping him back to reality. He found himself lying in the sterile confines of the nurse's office at U.A. High School. The note from Recovery Girl on the bedside table informed him that he was free to leave once he regained consciousness.
A mixture of emotions welled up within Izuku as he sat up, his thoughts still lingering in the dream-like realm he had just left behind. He couldn't deny the heaviness in his heart, the ache of longing for those precious memories that were now confined to the realm of the past. The tears that welled up in his eyes were a testament to the depth of his emotions, a manifestation of the sorrow and gratitude he felt.
