Never give up vibe!

“I’m not actually a villain. It’s called being an ‘alt-hero’. Please educate yourselves, thank you.”

He was cool.

No, not cool.

GOLDEN.

BRIGHT. SHINNING. OVERWHELMING.

His presence was strong, on even terms with All Might minus the personality -- contrasting greatly by showing a more reckless and carefree style that he felt only intimidated for a bit. Despite the meek demeanor of Izuku, he couldn’t miss the chance of learning from someone who actually had some sort of self-assured personality. Specially one that wouldn’t chew the young Midoriya out without a chance of survival.

help me izuku

Even the cold was not enough to deter Himiko from walking among the streets, seeing new things and enjoying herself to her heart’s content. This city was full of things to see, and Himiko delighted in seeing all that she could. Today it was window shopping, and tomorrow could have been anything at all.

For a place that she had been taken to against her will, Himiko sure did like Hive City. It was fully of possibilities, and as she thought of the next thing she wanted to do today, a familiar sight caught her attention.

Oh, that was – !

… That was vomit.

Himiko stepped back just in time to avoid the remnants of Izuku’s last meal from splattering on her boots, though the sight of him made her smile.

So, little Izuku was here, too?

“That’s a terrible way to greet a girl.”

For the umpteenth impression, this was going far worse than imagined. Now breaking out a sort of fight in front of everyone seemed better than showing everyone that he actually ate his obligatory three meals per day. Dizzy from the sudden outburst of nervousness, his eyes peer up to meet with those that belonged to Himiko.

“I know, sorry... Sorry...” A few seconds pass before he can realise this is not something he should apologise over, minus throwing up -- ‘WAIT!! I won’t say hi to you! That’s weird! You’re a villain!!!’ He coughs eventually, trying to regain his breathe and talk coherently again. “That’s not how I wanted to introduce myself, I promise...”  Pulling his jacket off to clean whatever disgusting remnant had been left on his mouth and chin, he lets the freezing breeze hit hard. It was pretty cold and hopefully he wouldn’t get sick after this little display of anxiety. 

Izuku inhaled sharply and let out a sneeze, finally coming back into his senses. He let himself fall on the pavement, exhausted from both his feelings and rampant mind that never stopped tormenting his head.

Hostility is what he should feel. Yet, what pervades in his chest is a ting of sadness. One that twists over and over the same memory, making him nauseous. The confrontation may have been scarce and whatnot, but the mere notion of what the villains had done to them was a painful reminder.

‘What am I supposed to do? Stop her? Fight her? She’s not doing anything but looking at stores. I can’t cause a ruckus here.’

 She was probably around his age and girls used to intimidate him but her heavy presence is what keeps him at bay. His shaky legs prevent him from walking, the slightest step threatening a fall onto the pavement. 

Stretching out his arm as she passes by, Izuku stumbles to stop and face her, his lips part open and something comes out next ---....

All might is everything to him. No past tense. Izuku Midoriya had clung on the symbol of peace for a huge portion of his life -- everything he represents meant everything to the quirkless boy. Whoever asked would receive a passionate response from him, unashamed of his admiration. Because no matter how grand of a hero All Might can be, he granted the helpless Midoriya an opportunity to shine. Perhaps he was to blame for thinking it was a gift, unable to realize his worth and why he was chosen among many. It went beyond him, considering himself the most meager and even coward of everyone -- his dream bright as ever, however. 

And he understood many after those words were spoken so firmly. That finger pointing high-- ‘You’re next.’ Even in the far city of the Hive, Izuku started to realize why he was the bearer of such a quirk now. It’s a huge responsibility, is it not? And more than the fact he had doubts, he did not want to see All Might go. Time passing fast, training days already a memory of last summer. Beyond the hero he once admired afar, now there was a mentor who he cherished. 

He couldn’t accept it yet. It was such a soon farewell, despite it had yet to happen.

“Kacchan.” 

He didn’t mean to make his voice so clear midst ruckus, neither seem so displeased even though he really wanted to appear a little happier in front of him. Worse case, he should be glad. Bakugou was safe after all the chaos they saw, there should be a smile on Izuku’s face but he couldn’t -- he stood on the way, Nah right at his side. Maybe he thought there should be an explanation on this encounter, even though moving was the smartest idea. ‘It’s not like cares, does he? But I went and said his name already, saying hi wouldn’t hurt.’ Lying to himself, excusing the fact he already spoke the familiar nickname loud enough to be heard-- way to not knowing how to give up. Raising a hand, he waved shyly. 

He could feel already his soul leaving out his body.

“Hey, eh- you came to.. buy something to eat? We were checking around for that too.”

‘He doesn’t have a quirk, otherwise I’d be dead. I’m sorry Nah, you’re gonna see something ugly...’