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"Fear not dear child, for a second chance shall bestow upon your soul, a restart for you to begin anew…."
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It was dark…. and then….. everything fades
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"—ello?! Hey kid, can you hear me?!? Are you dead? Oh my god, is this a corpse?!"
A voice rings in his head, causing a mild migraine to erupt.
Everything feels…..off and the noisy stranger isn't doing him any favors with the loudness, not knowing what's going on the male tries to pry his eyes open, hissing when bright light cascades onto his vision.
Someone is next to his lying form, kneeling with their eyes colour with worry a rather odd sight although he's not sure why that is. First he sees red and brown, and the deep worried orbs of a foreign looking person that he knows not.
"Thank Barbatos! You gave me quite the scare there kid, are you alright? What are you doing all alone all the way out here, those aren't local looking clothes, are you a traveller?" The person inquires, hands hastily reaching out to help him sit.
He shakes his head, trying to clear the fuzziness and mush of blur in his mind.
Blinking, he could see that he's outdoors, surrounded by lush green wilderness of trees, rocks and untouched land. His clothes feel dirty and grimy on him and so is the soil all over his body, green messy hair tangled and matted with mud and dirt.
The boy coughs out loud suddenly, hacking out air from the way his throat is dry and scratchy and he feels like he could throw up at any moment's notice despite knowing there's nothing in him to purge. His hands tremble while gripping onto his soiled clothes, he feels horrendously sick.
The person next to him grows more worried but soon perks up with a small Yelp, "Oh yeah, here, drink this, it should help." He couldn't actually bring himself to raise his head and look at them, everything hurt too much for that.
But something is suddenly pressed to his lips, a cylindrical shape object and he could feel fingers slightly tugging his head backwards to guide him to drink it. Not having any energy to think or reject the sudden intrusion, he allowed his head to be tilted back and feel a cold liquid slowly trail down his throat.
The male finding himself unable to regret it, the effect is immediate as he could feel the heaviness in his head slowly disperse along with the ache that he feels all over him.
"W….wh….what?" His raspy voice croaks, barely opened eyes blinking hard to try and stay awake.
The pain is no longer so terrible but his energy still remains nonexistent, on top of the soothing feeling whatever that was given to him, the lack of stinging ache is slowly inviting him once more into slumber.
"Woah woah, wait wait, kid don't fall asleep on me now!" The voice panickedly rambles, the hands holding him up slightly shaking his weak lithe frame.
The boy would comply with her wishes, but he just feels so drained, like life is zapped out of him after being used to dealing with the pain from the sickness before. He droops, but try as he might, he couldn't stay awake any longer than he'd like to.
The person's voice is getting muddled and loopy by the minute, words starting to sound slurry like he's underwater.
"Kid—wai—name?!"
He could make out a single word, the word name demanding said detail from him, and they were so nice to help take away the pain, he could at least give them that right?
He thinks, thinks harder and some more and comes to realize that he…..does not remember his full name, only a singular word standing out to him and the boy wills all of him that's left to say the name out loud.
"Name…..Iz…Izuku…"
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