𝕱𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝕰𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖘

❝ Chapter One ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

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❝𝕴𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖚𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖚𝖓𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓.❞

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Who would've thought that fate had something against a green bush? Since birth, the green bush was born blind, behind kids, and getting picked on little by little from something he couldn't control. Everything was in place for bad luck. It felt terrifying not knowing how the world looked upon him. The only source of warmth was from the arms of his birth giver, giving as much time and effort to put up for him.

Nights were cold, huddling in a blanket that could only do so much to give. An inanimate object couldn't give out comfort towards a person. That person had to make themselves believe they were getting comfort from something that cannot even do such a task; it was just an animate object in the world's view. It happens more than anyone thinks. Self-consciousness and desperation are what drives the human mind not to break. It was the way to go, not cry, not showing emotions, showing it didn't bother anyone other than the mind inside the burning heart.

It hurt the mind. It burned the heart. It tortured the silent screams that couldn't get out of the achiness. Each stepping stone the green bush took for the silent borrow. Clasp another silent tear to befall from the Earth's view. It was so foreign, so unclear to the blind when he felt that sudden kind tone. Not those sickly fake, empathic, and pity tones he heard as a repetition. It was genuine. It actually cared.

Whenever the snake's venom came to pass his neck, he felt nothing but a pure warm bath. It was the sun's grace showing him something he couldn't see. It saddens but strengthens him through a silent embrace. Smiling at the kind heart, the child woke in a dark abyss; as usual, nothing changed. The pitch-black world came to wave him a warm hand, showing him towards his needs, bathroom, kitchen, and shoe wear. It was the same but different; the warm hand he held wasn't his mother's. It was someone else's, someone he couldn't see.

He was grateful beyond what he had felt, but whenever his mother asked him all about this, it sent yellow flags spiraling around. "Izuku, dear, whose hand are you holding?" Tilting his head towards a wall, the child, the green bush. Questioned, "What do you mean, Mama?" Chuckling sadly at her child, she walked up to him, moving him a bit to face her, "Your hand seemed to have been holding someone else's, and you know I usually help you with everything."

He had no explanation for this. His young mind couldn't comprehend this predicament he was in at the moment. He felt warm. He felt protected from something above, lower, or maybe even a quirk! He had no conclusion that day. He kept on walking, wanting that missing warmth he felt and what surprised him with a sudden rush of bright glee. Was that upon him that moon cycle ago. The sudden heat that ventured in his dreams that night; gave his silent request a beating passion.

No longer did he have to use the blanket as a comforter. He had someone staying by him. Even if he couldn't see it, he knew it was there. The stories the old told the young, secret morals, and youthlings they came across, it was lovely to be distracted by the distinguish of the hopeless disease. The burning ablaze beat the heart into a passionate inferno, helping and shielding the child's heart into the path he wanted to make in life. Each hop was a rabbit's dream to reach its home. The struggle it held upon it to protect its young was a pain.

Each step felt like the actual death was just near, awaiting to bite its neck and burn it for real, but it didn't lose hope. It beats its wings to reach its family from high above. To leave its young alone for a while, regretting such a sin of separation and looking for the help it needs to help its young, its child from fading away as he did years ago. It haunted it that day when they never came back to visit its grand temple. To only find out that the small family was killed brutally by scavengers. That night, the burning ashes couldn't heal the broken heart it accompanied in the mortal world.

Its healing tears did nothing but heal mortal's selfish greed, feeding it to the wishes they wanted. It had enough. The Sun Goddess herself couldn't be more disappointed by mortal fate by using a great symbol during its heartache of broken mends. She set the world on fire, letting the creature cry and fly by sending a great drought to the world to find its heart's desire, eyeing for them, locating them, wanting their warmth! And once it did, the promise stayed true inside the beast's heart.

When it came back with the help, it was in near tears, the beaten up and bruised young was crying alone near a tree. 'Never again! Never again!' It didn't know what brought to fate being so cruel, but it flew towards its young, turning human to hug him, using its tears to heal a delicate being. Beating and pumping heart, blood veins that flooded the human flesh into the air of life, hop, hop, hop!

The old held its child close, apologizing frankly for every mistake it had to accomplish to make him cry. To make him hurt like this. Leaving him alone was never an option, but it did, 'For fate's way is going to turn around, please never hurt like this again, I won't leave. I'll never leave! I promise, dear young one!' With the feeling of the secured warmth, the young latched onto it. "W-Why did you suddenly leave?... Are you going to leave me too?" The heart was breaking. The feeling of losing trust was going to shatter everything it took from the beast, from the Phoenix that shredded its tears to burn the world again.

"No. Never! I swear I didn't mean it! I was looking for help. I was trying to find help for you, young one, who will be amazing in the future, I swear. Please don't take it as I'm some backstabber; I won't, I won't let it happen again!"

The young held the old while the old held the young. Who would've thought that both found comfort in each other from the broken mends of the past? The elder made sure to stay with its child, invisible and visible, protecting him as the baby, the child under its care. Burden words and multiple pathways were in front of the young, but he stood firm, making him see the world in the elements it grew by. Taught many and little things, approaching the world from the perspective of trial and error.

Each bruise was a child's tear of strength, beating heart into a weapon of choice. Whatever was the original beast's interest in him took the interest of the others before him, multiple feelings, cold and neat, harsh and brutal. He took it all in open arms and smiled as he had something, someone, with him in his time of yearning, a yearning of belonging somewhere other than his beloved mother's pumping and loving heart.

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𝕰𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖊

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