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Darkness.
That was the only thing Shouta was able to see, he was nearly done. It was supposed to be a a pacific patrol in the night till random villians appeared and attacked him, he felt that he was about to faint until something... No, someone, saved him.
From darkness it passed to light.
A bright and glowing light, just like a miracle.
He tried to focus, his forearm went straight to his eyes, trying to cover the white light focusing his sight in the golden silhouette that was un front of him. In front of the silhouette were the defeated bodies of the villains who had attacked him, he saw by a space of the silhouette how they were lying un the floor, probably knocked out.
He blinked twice, thinking that everything was an hallucination and that he was still nearly dead, because, who would not think that when a bright and golden silhouette (and plus, having a tiny double halo and giant golden wings) was standing in front of him deforme protecting him of a certain death?
Between gasps and groans, he tried to speak to the angel-shaped figure in front of him.
—Who... Who are you?
The silhouette waited three seconds before answer the question of the pro-hero and, turning on its own axis at 180° degrees, he saw Eraserhead and with a shiny and warm smile, that was charged by hope, positivism and, strangely for Aizawa, protection.
—Hi! I'm Midoriya, Midoriya Izuku, mister Eraserhead