My Name Is Izuku

An overwhelming ringing resonated throughout the young teen's bloody ears. Exhausted emerald eyes weakly looked around to try and ground himself, yet the truth was that his damaged body was already on the spiky glass-covered floor. Wind blowing by him made him shiver, his open wounds grew colder as blood still gushed freely, tainting the cement roads crimson. In his blurry vision, a familiar silhouette appeared beside him.

The same green eyes and hair he always recognized presented before him in distorted shapes, almost like a mirror, they seemed to mimic his own appearance. Yet he knew very well that if anyone was a mimic, it would be him. For he was the one who inherited his mother's features. Although, there was something strange about them...

That smile he used to cherish, those eyes full of light, were found dull and lifeless by the teen. Maybe it was the blow in the head he received, but as the dual-colored lights accompanied the alarm in the background, he felt confused as to why were stranger hands dragging his mother away from him and into a white-bag-covered hospital gurney.