𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐘.
(n.) a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand, or suddenly become conscious of something that is important to you.
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 - sydney suzuki learns that home can be a person, too.
✧.* i. midoriya / original chara...
content warnings: descriptions of canon-typical violence and malnourishment.
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— AS IT WAS, the brisk, chill air made my old stab wounds ache. buried deep under the stretched blanket of bandages, i refused to acknowledge the clear strain of restraint, dragging my arm higher than it was allowed to go to shield my eyes with my palm and peer through the torrents of rain.
izuku's body was a network of violet bruises and untreated injuries, broken in every sense of the word and shining in stark contrast to the pale, almost ghostly hue of his skin. his unfocused, vacant-looking eyes flickered along us, ignorant to the blood and murky rain that dripped down from the tangles in his hair. each droplet ran down his bore sharp features as he'd hunched over, a fragility to his figure that made him appear as though he was on the verge of collapse.
his sunken and fatigued disposition made the vigilante look starved, desperately clinging to his last remnants of strength. he parted his lips and waited for a moment until words could find him, speaking with such a strained rasp that it seemed like the muscles in his throat were lined with sandpaper.
meanwhile, the rest of class a stood in front of all for one's loyal assassin, who was helplessly trapped in a glacier of glittering ice as the civilians fled the scene.
"i don't understand," izuku said, oblivious to how his voice twisted a knife in my chest. "why are you here?"
ochaco clenched her fist and stepped forward, eyebrows furrowed in concern, "because we're worried about you."
"that's nice, but i promise i'm fine." izuku's gaze lowered with his body, breaths labored as he picked up his tattered mask and tugged it over his head. "really, no need for concern. so leave."
my fingers twitched, curling in like my body ached to scratch the mask off his face. though, it didn't go far. a small part of me understood his actions, and so, even in the deepest depths of my soul, i couldn't find it in myself to be truly angry at him.
but i couldn't say the same for katsuki.
"oh yeah, great speech! just what we wanted from the famous one for all successor—!"
izuku remained silent for a moment, his dark eyes staring ahead as he slowly began to stand. power activating, his veins spread with the shine of glittering crimson as strands of blackwhip slithered up his back and peeled away from the concrete tile below, pulling free like a snake that was shedding its skin.
"everyone, get out of my way."
"— you're gonna have to make us, ya busted ass all might wannabe'" katsuki exclaimed, tauntingly leaning forward as his palms opened with sparking explosions. "we heard you unlocked quirks from users four and six — that something else you've been hiding, or is it a new development, like how you're dressing like a villain now? talk, you damn nerd!"
