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There’s a moment where someone or something just takes your breath away instantly.A moment where your brain slows and the weights in your heart sink. A moment where your soul floats and shines. Izuku likes to call that moment “hope” “Hope” is the thing with feathers - that perches in the soul. It’s a beautiful thing that Midoriya wants to exude to everyone he saves.
He wants to become that thing. Emerge with that thing. Together with that feeling where the hero Deku only has to lift his wings and take care of other sins than his own. Lift his wings and in two seconds everything would be okay. Just in those two seconds – everything feels like it’s the last.
But of course, everything comes to its end – and Midoriya’s hope of showing Midnight what he’s made of has met its demise. ---
Midnight grabs the back of his head, her wrist stiff against his nape. “Villains don’t play clean, they play dirty – try to hurt you in your chivalry.” She says and hits Izuku in the stomach with her knee. This is one of those moments. If Midoriya could’ve made another sound other than the breathless shriek he released. Pulling him by his hair they gain eye-contact and she finishes - “And that’s where they getcha kid!” The pulling didn’t hurt that much Midoriya’s tried worse, but it surprised him enough to gasp.She let him go with a start. He quickly turned around and swung his fist forcefully enough for it turns snapped her face to the side. Apparently, Midnight-sensei found it funny and let a cold giggle.Despite that Izuku decided this sliver of hope he had left would be used. Lifting his leg he kicked her shin, knee and the inside of her thigh when she attempted to move away. In retrospect, she still had a hold of his upper arm and used that to his advantage. Grabbed her shoulder and he flung to the ground. She still had a hold of him and brought him down with her. Flinging her arm around his neck and compressing his head with her other arm. On the ground together he tried to grab any sort of leverage he could find, any clothing twist to make get off him. But Midnight’s skintight suit didn’t help anything;‘Doesn’t help shit when she’s got me in a chokehold…’And slowly the imagery of the colourful outside and view of other classmates fighting melted.
The only thing Izuku felt was the pressure on his throat; the finger shifted from his teachers to a set of four chapped and dry fingers. A chalky and screeching voice met his ears.
Breath was gathering firm and his airway tight.His brain smothered his thoughts with images and a loud buzzing noise. Harshly tapping on her arm, he was released.
“Kid? Hey, kid – you okay?” Coughing and then choking on the air he can finally breathe Midoriya would define himself otherwise.
Waving a hand at her show her he was still responsive, surely didn’t pass. ‘I would be if I could breathe- ‘“Deku!” Uraraka almost looked as bad as him, he couldn’t see himself – just took a wild guess.
Her face was dirtied by the ground from her match with Ectoplasm. Her hair wild and almost comparable to Izuku’s.Iida looked in their direction during his fight but quickly got occupied by Cementoss.
A couple of other classmates looked over at Midoriya, in his pathetic state.
‘Even Kacchan…’ “Ok kid, take deep – breaths with me here.” Moving her hands to emphasis her point, Midoriya moved along with her. The deep breaths helped, but not the continuous buzzing in his head.And in those few – meaningless- seconds. The liquefied images came to an end. While all good things come to an end the same does bad things.
And that’s why hope will always stay afloat. It may one of the strangest seas and chilliest islands, but – it’s worth exploring.
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“ALL RIGHT! THE BATTLES ARE OVER, SOME OF YOU HAVE SUCCEED WHERE OTHERS HAVE FAILED.” Seemingly the others got annoyed or bothered by the volume of his voice. But not Midoriya.
Nothing could be louder than the white noise in his head. "LISTING OFF THE RESULTS! LET'S BEGIN WITH THE WONDER CLASS 1-A" Present mic began -