Chapter Text
The light settled around them.
Soft. Endless.
Class 1-A stood in a circle, hands joined.
Izuku in the middle, Aizawa and Mic on either side.
No pain. No scars. Just them, as they were meant to be.
Aizawa looked down at the stone beneath their feet.
It wasn’t Cherry Tree Hill anymore.
It was just… here.
Where all of them could finally rest.
He reached out.
His fingers brushed over the smooth surface.
And he spoke the words he’d carried for decades.
The epitaph he would carve, if he could carve anything at all:
*_"Midoriya Izuku — Hero.
He ran in so we could walk out.
Rest now, problem child. We’ll see you again."_*
Izuku’s eyes filled.
He didn’t cry.
He just smiled.
And squeezed Aizawa’s hand.
Mic leaned against Shouta’s shoulder.
All Might placed a hand on Izuku’s head.
Inko kissed his cheek.
Class 1-A tightened their circle.
The wind moved through the light.
Gentle. Warm.
Like a final breath, but not an ending.
“Ready?” Izuku asked again.
Aizawa nodded.
Mic nodded.
All of them nodded.
And together, they stepped forward.
No more goodbyes.
Only home.
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