A world that divides us mha/bnha

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『before my life was ripped away』

Day seven: so I'm really gone.

After the strange encounter ended, the boy was left to himself, wondering what on earth just happened. Was this man real? Could he see Izuku? Why was he awake? Did Izuku wake him up. But most importantly,

Who was this man?

Izuku chuckles to himself as he floats up through the building. It's the first faint sign of happiness he's felt since, well the... incident.

It's much welcomed as the cold shell of his form warms ever so slightly. It's small and mostly unnoticeable but it's such a nice feeling. After all the confusion anger and sadness of the past week this new emotion is a nice change. Izuku can only hope it will stick around and maybe grow stronger.

As he ponders he floats straight through the ceiling, it's not a fast movement but he doesn't mind. The speed allows him to look at the other peoples apartments. Again he feels joy at the thought that he can spy without anyone noticing. Maybe he could learn to touch and move stuff like in movies. People would just see a floating object.

Well he thinks no one would notice. That man early this morning proved his first statement wrong. Someone could see him. His happiness faulted and the empty feeling comes trickling back.

Shouldn't he be happy he's not alone anymore? That someone can maybe hug him, hold his hand, pat his head? Could he be less alone than he once thought?

Yet all that he can think is that it's not real. No, for all he knows that was an illusion made while he was mid break down. He was upset and lashing out his mind could have easily tricked him to try and help. Besides that's his apartment his mother probably still lives there. That man was just a figment of his imagination, created to calm him down and make him feel less alone.

His mind is cruel.

He soon finds he's made it to the roof and hovers just above the raised edge. To most it would seem as if he were sitting but it appears he can't physically touch anything. Not yet. Again he feels like he should sigh. He looks down at his body he was dressed in the same clothes he always wore. Plain white shirt, an all might hoodie his blue jeans and of course his red high tops. He can't help but frown at the sight. Although it's his clothes the colours are faded and dull. No rips or burn marks are visible and there's no blood or any kind of scaring on his body. Izuku can't help but find it strange. He knew how he died, practically watched it, yet here he is looking better if not more transparent then usual.

He lifts his hand up and looks through it. "A ghost." He says.

Placing it back down he takes time to glances across the city. It was beautiful. He'd never under appreciate the world ever again. Not now that he's no longer a part of it. The way the barley rising sun glinted and shone on the far horizon. The way the dark blue sky still held the city letting street lights and early morning cars dimly light up the street.

He's sure a cool breeze would be blowing. It would hit his cheeks painting them a warm red to match his nose. His hair would bob and flicker around letting his curls fall however they please. He'd close his eyes and enjoy the refreshing feeling that bit lightly and dared him to shiver.

Sadly all he can feel now is... well, he won't lie it's mostly nothing. Although emotions do stir up from time to time. It's normally faint. Almost dulled down. And they never stay long or at lest he doesn't feel they do. If he thinks to much they get stronger. They can feel so overwhelming, especially when they all join together. It's overpowering, and leads him into a full force flash back. His senses come back temporarily and he feels like he did in the moment. The heat. Pain. Screams. What's worse is the smell, burning. Him burning. Then it fades, no more pain. It takes his sight away but he can still sense everything else.