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It was dark, foggy, and incoherent
Only vague figures showing up like shadows from explosions like lights dancing within the dark clouds.
They flicker and stay lingering afterwards as if he’d been staring into a bright light and when he blinks away there are the figures there, making up odd shapes that look like bodies.
Every flicker is another reminder.
Every flicker is a story he longs to forget yet he preserves in the back of his skull like it’s the last thing he has of their faces.
Every flicker is a horror story he knows in devastating detail.
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He staggers as the lights flicker around him, as if caging him in the smoke and sparks of a horrifying familiar orange light, he turns to see a flicker of a half burnt and beat up face of his student.
His student was burnt to hell and back, blown to pieces as their lower torso was nowhere in sight, they were barely recognizable. The only indication of who they were by the sparkling sweat that acted like gasoline and the burnt costume with a strap or two visible of a burnt orange-ish color now tainted by ash and fire.
He watches in fear as his student keeps moving from a short distance, watches as his student pulls himself to Shouta, watches as his student finally reaches his ankle with a weak grasp only to let go as they fall dead.
Shouta flinches as he sees Katsuki go limp.
Before Shouta could go to hold his student he hears a croak then turned squishing sound from behind himself, Tysu is now matching Katsuki by lying dead on the ground, her head is so cleanly cut off it would almost be odd to wonder if she had one in the first place, the only give away was the large amounts of blood that seem to never end coming from her neck.
Shouta feels himself stumble once again, this time falling to his knees, he moves himself to hold her only to fall backwards even though it’s defying the laws of physics, as if he’s pulled back by a string.
As Shouta tries to sit up once more he’s faced with another haunting sight of rubble and Hanta’s ever recognizable arm peaking out from underneath it all, Shouta is once again just freezing as he spots it, as he watches blood pour from beneath it all he just feels numbness take over as he huddled a himself into a ball of misery.
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Shouta shields his eyes by ducking them into his knees, like he's been wanting to do this the whole time since the war started and has since it ended, and weeps.
Weeping like a lost child, loud and immature, weeping in a way he knows each of his kids had done in some way before they had perished
As he tries to ignore his surroundings that have now become quite vocal, Momo screaming into her walki talki as she tells her team to leave from a distance as if it were someone else’s talkie then his own, Katsuki yelling about how he’s going to get rid of them villain bastards without specifying how during a meeting only a foot away, Shouto asking Shouta what he should do now he knows his family is completely gone with a grasp of his hand, Hitoshi sobbing into his chest right underneath his chin, Izuku's soft whispers in his ear of asking if it was all over with his chin on Shouta’s shoulder,…
Then he hears an unfamiliar voice, and at the same time he feels as if he’s heard it before.
Shouta can't quite understand what they're saying, it sounds feminine, but also a high pitch? It could just be the yelling of a small child he had failed to save.. yet it sounds more like the disgruntled mutterings of an exhausted young adult.
“..-H there you are!” is said in a chipper tone, Shouta hears it from right in front of himself, he has a moment of hesitation but risks a glance and is met with something entirely different from what is happening around him.
Instead of being faced with a corpse of some kind, it’s a weirdly cartoonish figure, they’re so out of place that it’s like the place they both exist in is a moody tragic painted canvas with an absurd sticker placed in the middle of it all.
The appearance of them feels like he’s been slapped out of his once foggy mind, whiplash basically.
They have a faint pastel glow emitting from them, their face is white as paper and round as a paper plate, their hands and legs are black but have ever small parts of pastel purple shown within the almost scribbled texture of their skin, their colored hair reminds him of a child using random pretty colors to color in the hair that could have been as white as their facial complexion, they wear a large pastel blue shirt that is worn incorrectly that shows a large star on their chest, they also wear a pair of large glasses in a magenta and purple colors.
Lastly their eyes have no irises, yet glimmer brightly.
They are different from the living nightmare he had been witnessing. Like they're not supposed to be there at all.
They hold out a hand to Shouta, “I’m P3RS0N, and your Shouta Aizawa, correct?” P3RS0N asks kindly, their hand not moving an inch, waiting for him to initiate contact first.
Shouta stares at the hand, before looking back at their face, “yes..” Shouta answers before taking their hand, he is helped up but is slightly disoriented As the world is covered in a white fog, a large contrast to the smoke, once he opens his eyes he sees the place in now is covered in a large cloud, soft pastel lights showing through amidst it all.
soft and comforting is all he can think as he sits back down on the floor with the help of P3RS0N, “sorry-“ she apologizes, “-I had to get you out of there before I could talk to you,” she explains with a calm smile, after she's done helping him sit back down, she sits across him in a criss-cross like position.
“As said before, I’m P3RS0N, and I may have done something without giving you an option-“ P3RS0N says almost embarrassed, Shouta Startles a little at the admission, he moves to speak but she interrupts with a shake of her hands in front of herself, “-ITS NOT A BAD THING I PROMISE!” Her voice is a little too loud but obviously ashamed, Shouta looks at her with a slightly pitying expression and then sighs, “okay.. tell me what you did,” Shouta says ever so reluctantly, a tone he used to use with his kids more often than not, it’s much more hesitant though.
P3RS0N looks at him with a sheepish smile before she coughs into her fist to gain her composure…..
Shouta Aizawa wasn't one to believe in gods.
Shouta Aizawa wasn't one to think mythical beings out of his comprehension to exist, was not one to contemplate their existence and or argue if anything of the such truly existed out there.
He never denied that maybe something like a god existed, Shouta just didn’t care for something so philosophical and something he’d never see with his eyes.
But then again he’s always been one to hide his eyes behind things when he doesn't have to use them. He's the type to have his eyes closed half the time to sleep, and when he’s sleep deprived he’d always been one to see monstrous things in the form of sleep deprived hallucinations, so maybe he shouldn’t rely on his eyes as much as he does when it comes to believing in things.
Especially with the being in front of him that had just decided that had to move him from one plane of existence to another purely because she thought he didn’t deserve the ending that was handed to him.
That he didn’t deserve what he’s doing to himself.
That he deserved to live with them all in his life.
It was odd to be pitied by someone with as much power as P3RS0N had.
It reminded him of Nezu in a odd sense, even if the rat never truly had proper emotions, he had always had his weird form of pity and care.
And in a way it radiates off of P3RS0N, Her care for someone as insignificant as him. For Nezu to care for an employee, even in his odd and slightly sadistic ways. It was unnatural, almost wrong, but was genuine all the same.
P3RS0N explained to Shouta that these people weren't exactly the same, they had their differences, both large and small.
And example she gave him were these:
In this world Aoyama Yuga wasn't ever a traitor and was born with his quirk.
In this world Hizashi liked tea, instead of absolutely despising it.
Shouta once again felt as if he was experiencing whiplash, especially with such large claims.
Hizashi liked tea? The guy who would avoid it at all turns and how it basically became a punishment at UA if he were to accidentally break a student or facility’s ear drums again Hizashi had to drink it for the day as his only source of beverage and would end up de-hydrated at the end of the day? That Hizashi Yamada?
And Yuga? He got to live a happier and easier life here?.. it makes Shouta smile a little to imagine actually.
But Hizashi likes tea? That’s like, Shouta doesn't even know how to give an example of how odd that is.
Moving on, P3RS0N had also explained to him that in this world he had never existed. There was no trace of him… but there was a trace of his absence.
Apparently the Hizashi there was practically a catalyst for it all, Hizashi had felt something missing during his first year at UA where Shouta would’ve been accepted into the hero course after winning the sports festival and would then meet Hizashi but since he didn't exist it was only Kayama and a odd feeling like Hizashi was missing something had followed the voice hero like a plague ever since.
The feeling had spread to Kayama, then to Shirakumo ( Shouta: HE’S ALIVE?! P3RS0N: SHIT! DID I NOT TELL YOU?!), and then to Tensei.
They had all felt it.
And then when Hizashi was showing All Might around UA, All Might started feeling it too, and then the feeling once again spread to Hizashi’s coworkers and his boss this time.
And eventually class 1-A confessed to feeling as if they had missed an opportunity to meet someone.
They all had come together to try to figure out who Shouta was apparently, making a Goggla doc to put all the information in, all sorts of theories and research being done, like, the students having nights of just discussing ideas of what could be happening, to Nezu looking all over for possibilities.
And now he was going to fill the missing gap.
“Isn’t this going to create some.. sort of gap here when you move me over?” Shouta asked, concerned of how P3RS0N was going to exactly fix any problems that followed the decision she was going to pursue, P3RS0N merely smiled up at him and said, “don’t worry about it! I’ve been taking care of Alternative Realities for hundreds of years!” She then gently grasped his hands, “all you should worry about is settling in, recovering, and hopefully, eventually, becoming ever so slightly happier!” P3RS0N smiled brightly, he was once again reminded that P3RS0N wasn’t some teenager, but someone whose lived several life times, Shouta lets out a breath, looks to their intertwined hands, and gives the being a light hand squeeze out of habit,
“thank you for doing this… you didn’t have to-“ “-I did have to Aizawa,” Shouta feels ever so slightly taken aback by the tone of voice, it was somber and serious, the contrast to moments earlier feeling all too sudden, he looked to to see them looking at him once again with empathy.
Like… like she had been here before.
“I had too Aizawa,” her eyes looked tired instead of sparkly like they had been this entire encounter and explanation, “If..” P3RS0N paused, looking to the floor and taking a moment to compose herself, “If I hadn’t Aizawa,” she looked back to him, “you would’ve rotted away there, you would’ve…” She took a breath and looked to Shouta once again, “do you understand what I’m trying to say?” P3RS0N asked pleadingly and weakly.
It takes Shouta a second or two to put it together but when he does he freezes.
And he can’t argue; as he had many, many thoughts of stopping the suffering inflicted upon himself.
Shouta takes a deep breath and squeezes her hands again, “yes, I do understand,” he says quieter than he wanted, P3RS0N gives him a sad smile, “thank you for being cooperative, and this will be our last meeting Shouta Aizawa,” P3RS0N stands up and then helps him up, with a smile she says, “ and always remember,”
She steps back from him, and floats from the foggy ground and gives a ruffle of his hair, she leans close to his ear and says,
“Your problem children need you,”
Shouta looks to her with surprise, “You-“
Shouta wakes to familiar soft bed, one he recognizes from before the war, he sits up quickly, ignoring actual pains and phantom pains alike.
The room is bare, but he knows what it is.
A empty teachers dorm at the destroyed UA-
It’s not destroyed here
Shouta comes to the realization to where he is-
The door to the room opens gently and the person coming in stops in his tracks.
He has shoulder length blonde, more yellowish, colored hair, familiar sunglasses with a white frame and orange lenses, wearing a jean jacket and matching jeans, black boots, and a magenta t-shirt, with a stupid mustache, and green eyes.
The person has frozen like a statue, as if his quirk has activated and now they can turn people into stone like Medusa, they wear a shell shocked expression on their face.
Shouta can't help asking, “Hizashi?..” his voice was scratchy and ever so slightly broken.