Hold Tight (We've Got You)

Hold Tight (We've Got You)

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He wasn't supposed to fall apart. Not in front of them. Midoriya learned early that people felt better when he was fine. When he smiled, even if it didn't quite reach his eyes. When he held steady while everyone else shook. So he trained himself not to crack. Not to need. Because the world was heavy, and he could carry it-if only to give them a moment to breathe. He didn't realize how much he needed to be held, too. Not until they made him stop. Class 1-A always relied on Midoriya to show up. So he did-over and over and over again. But even the strongest heroes crack under pressure. - - Or: 5 times Midoriya helped his friends, 1 time his friends helped him.
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Izuku Midoriya was always told he was worthless. A boy without a Quirk, without a future, without a place to belong. But someone saw value in him. Not as a hero. Not as a person. But as something to be owned, shaped, and broken. Pain became familiar. Fear became routine. The world outside blurred into something distant, something that no longer felt real. But then-he was taken back. Not freed. Not truly. Because the body heals, but the mind does not forget so easily. Because even in safety, the echoes of hands that once held him down still linger. Because how do you return to a world that left you behind? Yet, in the midst of it all, hands reach for him. A family not by blood, but by choice. People who do not expect him to heal overnight-only to keep breathing, keep going, keep living. And maybe, just maybe, that will be enough. Uploading on Saturday (currently on a short hiatus)

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