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Izuku limped through the alley as fast as he could. The villains were behind him and pissed off. He was breathing really hard as he limped.
As he limped out of the alley he bumped into someone and fell to the ground. He quickly tried to get up and run, but he kept falling and scraping his knees and hand. His left arm had been ripped off recently, so right then he was just running on adrenaline.
"Woah, little listener! Slow down!" the person called after him.
Izuku turned around once he got up and looked at him fearfully. He was terrified.
It was the voice hero Present Mic.
His father told him about heroes, that they were bad and dangerous people who only became heroes for money and fame only to go home and torture their families.
Present Mic's eyes went to Izuku's left shoulder and his face grew pale. The hero looked back at Izuku and slowly started to approach him.
"It's okay little listener, I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? I wanna take you to my good friend Recovery Girl, she can help patch you up." Present Mic told him softly.
Izuku took a step back and moved his shoulder out of eyesight.
"No no, I promise, I'm not going to hurt you. I swear, I just need you to trust me, okay? Recovery Girl can help you. Wherever you came from, I promise you won't go back. Just let me help you." Present Mic pleaded, giving him a small smile. Izuku searched his eyes for any hint of a lie.
What he found made him confused.
The hero's eyes were filled with kindness, worry, and concern.
Izuku felt himself start to relax a little and took a small step towards the blonde. He hesitantly reached out for the hero's hand and took it.
The hero smiled brightly at him.
To Izuku, that smile was everything.
It was purely good, happiness, it gave him hope.
But most importantly...
It made him feel safe at last.