Thereās been an awful lot of talk about killing Izu today
Izuku clutched his chest, breathing heavily. He hadnāt been expecting this, but it was fine - everyone was safe now. That was all that mattered.
The villain was out cold. He took her pulse, wincing at the movement. It was steady. She would be fine. He just had to make sure someone found her before she woke up, a task made difficult by the loss of his earpiece.
Izuku settled against a half toppled brick wall and groaned. His torso roared in complaint. He had already given up clutching at it, the wound stretching far too wide for him to have any hope of stemming the bleeding.
He blinked, trying and failing to remove the dark spots in his vision. He was going to pass out. He couldnāt pass out, not without giving One For All to someone else. He couldnāt letā¦
He hasnāt said goodbye to anyone. Not his teammates, not Todoroki, not Kacchan. Not All Might. Not his even his mother.
He was supposed to be doing things. He was supposing to be fixing this, passing the torch, fulfilling his legacy, but for once, his body did not move. Izuku sat against a wall, eyes closed, breath rattling, away from anyone who could care about what was happening. No hugs. No goodbyes. No closure.
He didnāt open his eyes.
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