Izuku has secrets. Secrets of pain, of shadows behind the sunsets, of raindrops that never quite evaporated.
Every universe is built up by an emotion, an emotion Midoriya has, an emotion Midoriya has hid.
How many of those worlds will be uncovered? How many of those worlds will be lost?
𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞?
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My first wattpad story. I actually really like writing so I might as well pick up a new hobby! (-2020)
Please be warned this story does involve quite a few triggering topics, which will be stated per each chapter. The first few chaps are so devastatingly cringe, and please be aware this entire book is like a progress of my writing throughout the past two years!
Hope you enjoy this journey of no ships, angst, class 1-A family, and Dadzawa, Dadmight etc..!
Since he was little, he has always seen weird things. He always thought he had gone completely crazy. No wonder. He thought it was a hallucination something he came up with. Because no one else could see the things. He also doesn't have friends so he suspected that they were probably only imaginary friends.
But unlike his human friends that left him when became four, the imaginary friends remained. There were no nice people he played with or anything. They were terrifying figures from roosing look. Either dripping blood from their body's or something else. He has never heard a word from them, he only got glances. I did one way or another they were taking care of him like a family. I did everything to protect him.
There always was at least one ghost with him. It was really something to get used to it. But he just threw up, ignoring it he was already up. He didn't want to be also someone that went mad