The Undying Boy

18: THE NEED TO BECOME A HERO

1 month and an half for the entrance exam in February, School starts April and everything seems to be coming to an end, students are seen in the streets having fun or heading to cram schools for their final exams.

Izuku is having one of his normal days, walking to school like every other student, a feeling of emptiness filling him up, like something was missing on his life, something that he lost somehow, but Izuku couldn't remember what.

That day he had a calming dream, he couldn't remember much, but there were happy laughs, smiles and it filled Izuku's heart with a warm feeling.

Izuku sat at his desk, just like he always does every school day, cleaning his desk from the scribbles someone left there to make fun of him, making sure the flowers someone gave him didn't die, somehow Izuku this day felt nostalgic, and a small voice appeared in his mind.

Izu.

That made a smile appear on Izuku's face, even if it was a small one, no one called him that since he was 4 years old.

The sound of a small bell rang, and as if a motor memory Izuku stood up, and called in a soft calm voice, "Welcome.", which made every student in class look at him strangely.

The teacher walked into the class, a stack of papers in his hands, and Izuku felt a shiver ran down his spine, Something is not right, Izuku called in his mind, Something is really not right, memories of faces Izuku never saw appeared on his mind. 

A blond girl, with her hair in buns, a addicting smile on her face and shiny golden eyes, fangs poking out of her mouth.

I know her...

A young adult, with pitch black hair, face and body riddled with burn scars, blue eyes that told thousands of tales.

I know him...

An adult, blond hair and a scar on his forehead that looked like he was splitting apart, and an unshaven beard, making him look tired and lost.

Why do I know this people?

A little girl with silver long hair, a horn poking out from her forehead, piercing red eyes, that looked everywhere as if afraid of the unknown.

How did I know them?

One homeless looking guy, black hair laying on his shoulders, eye-bags under his dark eyes, a sleeping bag sitting on his lap.

From where did I saw th--

A picture of them together with Izuku fell into his mind, the blonde girl on Izuku's back, a big smile on her face, the young adult laughing in the corner of the room, the blond adult with the little girl on his shoulders smiling and snickering for themselves as they saw the two kids playing together, the homeless looking man besides the young adult, sitting on a table with some papers, seemingly working, but a smile crept into his features.

I do know them!

Izuku got up, What am I doing here? Izuku walked out of the class, nobody spoke a word, as if not programmed for this kind of situation, I need to get back. Different moments of them together played on Izuku's mind, small tears fell from his eyes, as the world around him started to crumble, Why am I here?

"This was supposed to be different." A female voice that Izuku couldn't place started, "The pillar is falling, and its power is not on the hands of who should have it." A faint image of a woman started forming, a caring smile on her face appeared as her features started forming, "Even after having everything taken from you, you still found a way to be true to yourself."