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    He falls into the USJ, the ceiling shattering with his tumbling impact, and everyone freezes. There's a crater in the plaza, to the far left of Aizawa, concrete rippling and heaving to a standstill, and not even the villains take the chance to attack, everyone entranced with the gravity seeming to pulsate around this fallen figure, an indistinguishable jumble of limbs and fabric and what must be feathers. Whether they're even a person is in question for a long few still-breaths, but then there's movement. Silent shifting and heat-haze wavering, and finally what appears to the limbs of a human shuffle into reality.

    It's a boy (is it? there's something just off-centre-) that stands from the crater upon the ground, except he's no typical boy.

     
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    Izuku is a fallen angel in the most literal of senses, but having no memories and limited powers will not stop him from protecting the young humans and their teachers that he crashes into the same facility as. Because there's little they know and even less that they understand, but Izuku is sure of one thing: his need to protect.

    So that's what he does.

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    (A sickfic/chronic pain vibe, with our favourite dadzawa vibe alongside~)

     

    But he's burning out. Slowly but surely, he can feel the ache of his hands seeping into the ache of his spine and the ache of his heart, how it drags at his limbs, the weight of his eyelids. And it's getting worse by the day. Because he goes to bed and hopes that he will wake up feeling better, and lies there, and he sleeps, sooner or later.

    He never does feel better.

     

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    "And something that you can hear?"

    "Your heartbeat," Izuku offers, because he can hear it, calm and steady and loud against his ear, one of the only things keeping him present right now.

    "Good. Good job, Problem Child."  He can't help but preen, a little, at that, idly pleased at the acknowledgement, at knowing that his teacher isn't upset with him. He might not even mind Izuku being so weak right now.

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    Izuku is beyond tired, today, and he doesn't want to let it show. He doesn't want to be weak, or a burden, or to fail the people around him.

    But Aizawa-sensei notices. And Izuku allows himself to trust in that safety, partially if not fully, and it helps. It helps a lot.

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    "You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to, kiddo, but it seems like you're having a rough day. Chronic pain, or a rough night or something?" And Izuku hesitates at that, admittedly. It's impossible not to, with the earnest gleam to their hero's eyes, the way that he has slumped just enough to be about eye level with Izuku, leaning back against his podium, hands open, palm-up, resting against his thighs. It's open, safe, considerate.

    Izuku doesn't want to lie to Aizawa-sensei, not when the man is so genuinely good to him, to the rest of the class. Not when he really seems to care about them all. (To even care about Izuku.)

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    Izuku loves collecting Hero Trading Cards. As it turns out, he isn't the only one.

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    There's a man staring at the cards on the end of an aisle, and Izuku nearly walks into him. Which wouldn't be a big deal, he would just apologise and hurry on because he isn't sure which bit of the shop he needs, things have moved since he was last here, except it's Aizawa-sensei. Ah.

    "Oh, Problem Child."  It's deadpan, utterly flat, but Izuku doesn't miss how there is a flush seeping beneath his teacher's stubble. His own cheeks are just as hot, somehow embarrassed already,
    "Uhm, hi, uhm, Sensei. Hi."
    "You already said that kid," the man says, shifting slightly. They're both flushing though.

    Izuku flails, mentally, desperate for something to latch onto, for some way to make this less awkward, just something-

    "So, uhm, you're looking at the Make Some Noise pack? That's been pretty popular, but it shouldn't devalue much I reckon. Even if Hero Snap thinks it will."

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    “He’s completely out of his depth. His experience is in the extinguishing of flames that were never going to last the night. He’s never had to do the opposite; to re-light a fire that has long since gone out.”

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    When a vigilante that Eraserhead has been watching from afar decides to team up with him, he’s shocked to discover that 1) the vigilante is just a kid; and 2) that same kid is in dire need of some stitches. You’ll never guess what happens next! (Dadzawa to the rescue, as usual).

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