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Izuku's consciousness came slowly, like it would to a person who had been heavily sedated. His body felt numb, and his eyes were unbearably heavy. Perhaps this poison was indeed a substitute for sedatives?
His other senses began to return more quickly. First, he felt that he was lying on something soft. A bed? Then he felt warmth. Was it a blanket? Was he in heaven? No, it couldn't be, he felt the pain in his leg almost immediately, where the snake had bitten him. Then a new question appeared in his mind.
Had he been saved? So the door opened and the snake didn't strangle him?
Izuku lay there for a while, thinking about everything, and then he forced himself to open his eyes. At first, he couldn't see anything, and his eyes felt strange, but then he got used to it and tried to blink and look around. He was in a large room, similar to the corridor he had been in with his friends, but this was a room. It had high ceilings, walls covered with moss and vines, and windows. Unfortunately, the windows were high up and covered with something green and dirty.
Izuku didn't have much time to examine the room. Suddenly, he heard a hissing sound. He quickly turned his head and froze. Next to him, on a pile of pillows and blankets that he had previously mistaken for a bed, was a snake, the same snake that had bitten him.
Overwhelmed with fear, Midoriya immediately began to crawl away from the snake. The creature seemed unfazed, observing him with narrowed eyes. It seemed strange to Izuku, but he didn't even want to think about that terrible creature anymore!
Izuku somehow made it to the edge of the makeshift bed and climbed over it onto the floor. Or rather, he fell off, Izuku wasn't known for his agility. He was quite clumsy in general.
Midoriya yelped and crashed face-first onto the cold floor. With a slight groan of pain, he lifted his face and turned his gaze to the floor. Here, the stone was smooth and dark green, resembling a tile. However, its quality left him perplexed. Izuku's eyebrows furrowed.
The stone looked like new, like the most modern and new, if it weren't for its strange pattern. When they explored the temple, the floor was made of old, gray, and ugly stone that could have been several decades old.
And the pillows were neatly arranged like a real bed. A snake could never do that.
And the room looked clean and even cozy, unlike the rest of the temple.
So where was he?
"Hush, little snake," a deep and calm voice suddenly said.
Midoriya froze when he heard an unfamiliar voice. But the main thing is the human voice. He turned his head sharply, and his neck hurt. Where once there was a huge snake, a man sat cross-legged.
He had dark, long hair, and it looked like he'd never combed it. It would have surprised him, because it's impossible for a person to never comb their hair in their entire life, but Izuku was surprised in a completely different way.
Eyes. At first glance, the man had black eyes like the deepest pit. They were calm and cold at the same time. But after a couple of minutes, Izuku noticed a slight glint in them. It was as if the black color was changing to red. The same red color as the terrifying snake.
Slowly, Izuku's thoughts came together, and he realized. The man in front of him was the massive snake. Was he going crazy? No...
"Your head will overheat if you keep thinking too much," the man muttered boredly. He didn't seem to be bothered by Izuku's anxiety, quite the opposite.
And in that same second, the man's lips twitched into a slight grin, proving Izuku's thoughts to be true.
"Ah, it seems my little snake has understood..."
"W-What?" was all Izuku could manage to say upon hearing this. What did the man mean? Was Izuku right about the snake? And why was he called a little snake?
A shiver went through his limbs and, swallowing the lump in his throat, Midoriya spoke again.
"W-Why do you call me 'little snake'? W-Where am I? A-And who are you?" The words were jumbled in his mind, coming out of his throat with a stutter. The anxiety was brewing inside him, growing stronger and stronger, increasing his fear.
The man looked like he was thinking. Or not? His face was emotionless, and it was unclear what he was thinking. Until, after a couple of minutes, that slight smile appeared on his lips again.. Izuku trembled even more.
"Well, well, don't be afraid. I'm just calling a spade a spade," he chuckled, then continued, "And as for this place? It's a temple. My temple. My home. And unfortunately, your little friends entered without permission.... And as for me? I'm Eraserhead."
Suddenly, a distant memory from his childhood flooded Izuku's mind with great force.
One winter evening, when his father was at home, little Izuku ran up to him. It was wonderful to be with his father, but it was even more wonderful to listen to his stories.
"Dad! Dad! Tell me a story!"
The man chuckled at the enthusiastic voice, then put down the book he had been reading for the past hour.
"Izuku, you are such a curious and inquisitive boy. But won't you be afraid?"
Little Izuku froze at the words, then shook his head firmly.
"Nope!"
His father chuckled, ruffled his unruly curls with his hand, and then patted a spot on the couch. Izuku immediately sat down and wriggled impatiently, waiting for the story to begin. His father then smiled mysteriously and began his tale.
"Several hundred years ago, when humanity was just beginning to flourish, a deity appeared in a city. The city was plagued by a terrible drought, and the deity took pity on the people and granted them fertile fields."
"It's just like in Egypt!"
"Izuku, don't interrupt."
His father pouted theatrically, and Izuku himself squeaked and quickly nodded his head.
"People started worshipping him, building a temple and an altar. The deity helped them without asking for anything in return."
"What a nice deity!" Izuku exclaimed, and then his father silenced him again with a light tap on the head.
"Yes, yes... However, people started asking for more and more from him. The deity became tired and refused, and the people became angry and tried to destroy something. They failed, but the deity became very angry. It cursed the land. He destroyed everything. It can be said that he 'erased' everything."
Little Izuku cowered and clutched his father's hand with his small hands.
"It's very scary and sad... What is the name of this deity?"
"His name is the Eraserhead"
...
Well, then Izuku was always right. All of these father's stories are the real and terrible truth.
He shuddered even more, if that was even possible, and then began to crawl back away from the man. The man sighed wearily, finding his action reckless, and then quickly stood up. This gave Izuku a reason to get up and start running himself.
He jumped to his feet, despite the intense pain in his leg. All Izuku wanted to do right now was run as far away as possible. He turned around and took the first step, but before he could take another, the man reached out for him with incredible speed.
Izuku cried out as two strong arms wrapped around him and lifted him up with ease, as if he weighed nothing. He struggled in the man's grip, trying to break free, even attempting to kick with his non-injured leg! But nothing came of it, the man only squeezed him harder.
The deity sat back down in the huge pillows and blankets, pulling Izuku down with him onto his lap. He trembled again, this time with helplessness. Izuku tried to pull himself away again, but was stopped by being pressed against the man's chest.
Izuku threw all his pride aside and began to cry.
"Please, please, please! Let me go! I-I didn't want to bother you with my friends!"
Izuku was sobbing, big tears rolling down his eyes. He was so overwhelmed, so scared and desperate. He wanted to be with his mom, wanted to bury his face in her neck. He wanted to get out of this damn place!
Instead of feeling sorry, the man chuckled in satisfaction. One hand remained holding him down, while the other began to slowly stroke his curls, almost comforting, like a parent would.
Izuku felt even worse mentally.
"Well, well, kid. Don't cry like that, everything will be fine with you and your friends...", the man said calmly and even tenderly. There was pure sincerity in the words.
A small glimmer of hope appeared in Midoriya's chest, unfortunately, which faded very quickly.
"Your friends will get out of here alive and unharmed. And you? And you will stay with me. Forever."
There was a distinct note of possessiveness in the last words. The man inhaled sharply and almost purred, pressing him closer.
Izuku felt a sense of dread spread throughout his body. His limbs twitched in panic, and his pallor intensified. The mere knowledge that he would not be let go... drove him to the brink of insanity.
"NO! NO! NO! Please! Please! I don't want this!"
Izuku screamed, pleading. He twitched a little bit, and then he began to weaken in the man's grip, his strength was draining away from him again, just like last time in that terrible room. He whimpered and went limp, and the man took advantage of this and shifted his position so that Izuku was buried in his neck.
The deity began to coo softly in his ear, while Midoriya desperately tried to persuade him. Izuku lost in the end and was left sobbing in his arms, unable to even move anymore.
"You don't know how happy I was to see you... You were perfect, absolutely perfect. My little snake. My little son. My treasure..."
Izuku's breathing was ragged, goosebumps running down his skin with every word. Could this man have had a son, and Izuku was unlucky enough to look like him? Or was he a madman from the start?
"I knew from the beginning that you wouldn't go anywhere. That stupid blond didn't even realize how he brought you into my waiting arms. But he doesn't matter now... YOU DO."
Midoriya felt the light touch of the man's lips on the top of his head. He howled, and the deity immediately began stroking his back.
The deity continued its slow soothing movements on his back, tracing his spine. And then his hand reached for the sore spot on his leg. Izuku screamed in pain, and the man hissed softly.
"The transformation will be quick. Only you'll get pretty tired. So you better get some sleep, kid."
Transformation? What? Izuku was scared, not understanding what had happened to him. What had this deity done to him. But then his thoughts began to blur. His mind became cloudy, and his eyelids felt too heavy.
Midoriya sniffed, trying to stay conscious, but the gentle strokes on his back and then his head made things worse. His weak body gave in. Izuku began to sink into darkness, hearing the man's delighted purrs. With the darkness, he felt another kiss on the top of his head.
And then he was completely unconscious again.
Aizawa smiled softly as he looked at the small creature in his arms. His son was so tiny right now. Although, of course, a baby would be so small. Compared to Shouta's age, he would only be a baby.
But even so, Aizawa was so glad that his son was so small. His hand was gently stroking the little sleeping snake on his lap. His son had beautiful emerald-colored scales that shimmered black in the sun. Almost like his own. He could look at this scale forever.
The little snake began to squirm a little. Shouta, noticing this, clicked his tongue, ran his finger along the scales, and soon the creature calmed down. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth. His son went through a perfect transformation, or its main stage. It's more complicated than that, but he can handle it.
He won't lose anyone else. This little snake is special.
No one will take his son away from him. Even if it means destroying all life within a hundred kilometers.
With these eerie and joyful thoughts, Aizawa easily transformed into a huge snake and carefully wrapped himself around the little snake.
His red eyes flashed for a moment, and then they closed. He fell into a gray dream, but it was filled with possessive and parental thoughts.