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Here the baby laid once again, inside the same hospital, the same pristine soft blanket wrapped around him, cradled in same loving arms of his mother, the baby did not cry.
He didn’t do much of anything really.
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Midoriya Inko was a worrier.
She loved her son very much, he was a kind and caring boy. Izuku acted like any child, in that he would play outside or watch TV with her, snuggling close on the couch.
What did seem strange to the young mother, however was how perfectly he performed every action, how precise his movements were. Almost like he was acting out a play,or performing in some sort of show.
Maybe Inko wouldn’t have been as worried, if it had just been that. Unfortunately, what had started her concern was more to do with the child's expression. To be more specific his eyes, unwavering, never changing Izuku’s eyes lacked even the slightest amount of expression.
It wasn't that he never expressed any emotion, when the child fell and grazed his knee. His eyes would water, face bend into a frown, eyes tearing up he’d run over and bury his face into the side of her leg. But even then his eyes were motionless never wavering from their same dull expressionless gaze.
When he smiled, that big beautiful smile Inko would always think how much better that smile would have been if it had only reached the boys eyes.
She would always reassure herself that this was just him, certainly she accepted that. However there was always this uneasy feeling in the back of her mind, those big empty eyes didn’t belong on Izuku’s face.
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Kasuki w wandered along the forest path, confidently leading the small group that had accumulated around him due to how cool he was, obviously.
They were walking on a particularly slippery log which had fallen to create a path over a small stream ahead. He wasn’t being particularly careful when one foot slid of the edge of that log and he landed with a small splash into the river.
By all means he was fine. Perfectly fine. But when he moved to get up, he saw a small hand reach out to help him up.
“Deku” he grumbled angrily as he looked up.
He should of been mader or at least a bit annoyed at the useless boy offering him his hand. However like normal this boy didn’t look the least worried, he wasn’t slightly phrased by the fall or surprised when he angrily grumbled his name.
To be honest, it looked like he couldn’t care less. So then why, why was he doing this.
Bakugo looked up at the almost lifeless eyes of the young boy and he did what he never thought he’d do in a million years. He grabbed Izuku's hand.
Then for the first time in Kazuki's whole life he gaped, mouth opened wide enough to catch the long gone fish which had once swum peacefully through the stream.
Deku’s face. His eyes, they were opened wider than the blond had ever seen, a true look of surprise shown clearly on his usually bored face.
But then, just as fast as it had came it was gone.
“Why did you do that Kacchan?” Deku said calmly, reverting back to his usual look of disinterest. He didn’t offer the hand again.
Honestly Bakugo was, to say the least utterly dumbstruck.
He wasn’t really sure himself as to the why in the matter either. Deku always looked like he didn’t have a care in the world, or rather didn’t care about anything. The blond always questioned the random acts of kindness Deku would often partake in.
It didn’t look like he wanted to help, it looked like he wouldn’t care if the world exploded into dust. Maybe...he had just wanted to find out why.
Though if one thing was sure, it was that he was more confused than ever.
“Shut up Deku” he snapped angrily, “you put out your damn hand didn’t you?” he stood up and angrily stomped away from the other boy, water splashing everywhere. Spraying Deku, but as usual he didn't even flinch.
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Kachann got up displaying the usual anger that had become so ingrained in Izuku’s perception of the boy. Izuku smirked ever so slightly mumbling the barely audible “you have always been a bit of an outlier huh, Kachann” the boy climbed back up from the river bed and made his way back home in his now quite soggy shoes continuing the default storyline.
A faint feeling of joy sparked in the very back of Izuku’s mind. No matter what he had done never, ever had he been able to warrant that kind of reaction from his childhood friend and he had a ridiculous amount of tries. How interesting, the child happily mused.
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Midoriya Izuku watched as the tall skeleton like figure of All Might gradually faded away from him and into the distance.
He wasn’t angry, annoyed or even upset about the sudden and completely unexpected change in the path he currently followed. Mostly he was confused.
This had never happened before. All might had always offered him All for one in this moment.
Yes, maybe he hadn’t followed this traditional path in quite a while, but he had this time, to a tee.
How long had it been though, since he had followed this path? The currently teenager, had absolutely no idea.
His endless lives swirled inside his head, constant pressure of all these memories about to burst out of his skull at any movement. Many parts of those lives blur together, threatening to fade away out of existence. The only one who would ever notice would be him of course.
Endless lives and there may be no chance for him to relive his original, the best one, in his opinion.
Although he could never recreate the feeling of that first life, the excitement, the pressure, pain, joy. Never again had he felt those things quite so purely. Even playing around with his lives. The different paths he had come to create, just because he could. It hadn’t been nearly as interesting.
The genius, the quirkless hero, a vigilante even, but still never could he recreate those feelings. Maybe it was because in the end he always encountered the same people on those paths. Those people would never change, not truly, not without constant prodding from him, obviously.
It wasn't like he hadn’t done that either. Changing those peoples life's for the better (or maybe sometimes a little worse).
All might still strong and all powerful because he had come just that little bit prepared to his ultimate battle. The hero Tenko Shimura, (who it Izuku’s option was honestly a much more interesting villain) who had been saved by a certain someone after an anonymous letter,+ detailing his apparent neglect.
But nothing could be truly perfect, he was never able to create a perfect fairy ending and even if he could, what would be the point. What he really wanted, more that anything, was that feeling of shock. Not ever knowing what the future would hold.
But every path ended the same in some way, they would eventually meet, the same events of history would occur, no matter how much he disrupted people's lives and tried to play God.
He was really getting sick of it. Ridiculously sick of all this repetition the same faces and places thousands of times. There was no beauty to the world, not for him, not anymore.
Reflecting back on it, maybe there was some kind of way to stop this maddening loop.
Maybe he should try a truly different path, the path he’d never thought in a million years he would walk.
Although that was before he started to play God with the people around him, before he messed with their lives knowing very well the terrible things that could happen.
Before he cared.
Izuku Midoriya had a lot of things stored up in that tiny head of his. Deep down carefully kept hidden was the unbridled range he had. For his twisted existence. For his terrible fate.
The pain and suffering he had endured was much more torturous than anything he could do possibly do.
So?
Maybe it would be fun to watch the world burn for once.