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The world around him doesn’t go dark, but it does grow dimmer as if he was wearing very protective sunglasses. That’s not the only effect Izuku notices in his vision. It’s swaying. He’s not sure if that’s just his body drifting side to side as his steps make a clunking sound due to the steel-toed boots he’s wearing along with all the building debris. His world is off-kilter from his point of view. He knows for sure that buildings shouldn’t downright wiggle where they stand, as they reach for the sky.
He wants to turn his head to scan the area, but he has a feeling that due to all of his vision issues at the moment, it’d make him either fall over from where he stands or make him vomit profusely.
He thinks Uraraka is so strong for taking her nausea like a champ. Izuku can barely hold onto his breakfast with this swaying, dizzying view of the world.
He tries to account for more of his injuries and figure out where to go from here. It’s then that Izuku realizes there’s something wet on his forehead and it’s slowly dripping down his face towards his eyes.
Carefully, he reaches up, lightly grazing the surface, and pulls his hand back down to eye level to check on the substance. With the glistening crimson on his dirty gloves, Izuku confirms that it’s blood. With blood on his head and impaired vision and foggy memory from the attack, he assumes he got him in the head with something.
Thinking back on it, the most concerning of it all is his memory. Before waking up and coming to his senses, including his so-so vision, Izuku can’t remember what exactly or who exactly caused all this commotion or if anyone was with him.
Was it a planned attack? Had everyone been evacuated? He wasn’t hearing any screams or sounds of distress. Were there other heroes around? He didn’t see any, or at least he didn’t think so.
He wants to take another step to analyze further when a sharp, pounding pain thrums through his skull. Ah, there it is, the awareness of a head injury. He can’t tell if the blood is going to move faster from his head or not. All he knows is that head lacs always seem to be blood more than any other wound, even if they were minor. However, comparing his experience and what he’s feeling paired with this wound, Izuku believes the gash may be more consequential than he initially thinks.
He stumbles back in shock, tripping over another piece of debris. He’s falling and falling until the uneven ground catches up to his back, knocking the breath out of his lungs. He coughs, spine twitching due to the unexpected blow.
What’s happening around him? How can he help? How can he save others?
Are other people coming to help?
Izuku doesn’t think he can get up again. The pain is overwhelming, and that’s coming from a person who has blown up their bones like they were fireworks of the American Fourth of July.
He’s alone. That much he can tell. He can hear the residue from what Izuku believes was a building still coming to rest around him. He can hear the soft breeze push a few rocks over, causing soft clicks to occur around him. It’s nothing alarming, it’s just a fallen building settling around him.
He wonders if there are more heroes coming. He certainly won’t be getting up again now that the pulsing need to vomit is overtaking most of his thoughts along with the searing pain in his head.
What if he was abandoned? What if they thought he was dead and evacuated before the building went down? If that happened, he wouldn’t be mad. He understands the need to value their own life. It’s human, and Izuku wouldn’t blame them for having a sense of self-preservation, something he lacked on a daily basis.
But if that happened, then why was there no search team looking for his body? He wasn’t under much, just coated in a thick layer of dust. He doesn’t think he’d be that hard to spot. What was the situation here? Why was no one around?
Could it be that Izuku died? No, because his injured and in pain, why would there be physical feelings when you’re dead? That doesn’t make sense.
Would there be anyone to save him?
Will he be saved?
His vision gets fuzzier around the edges and the field of view begins to narrow and blacken. Is he going to pass out here on the scene? It seems weak of a hero to do so, doesn’t it? Where were the heroes?
Was Izuku going to die here? As much as Izuku was willing to push away the thought of his head wound being quite serious, he was concerned that it was actually much worse than a simple scratch or bump.
He feels a wave of warmth cross his body, a sign he’s going to pass out any second now. If he passes out, how will he call people to get him?
Will anyone find him?
Is anyone coming?
Is Izuku going to die here? He isn’t ready. He hasn’t saved enough people. He hasn’t even touched the surface of making an impact on the world. He hasn’t become worthy of his title as All Might’s successor.
He hasn’t even begun to think about handing off his quirk to a successor of his own.
Will he really die?
Has Izuku surmounted to be anything?
Will his friends miss him?
What will they tell his friends, his mother, or All Might?
Is death coming for Izuku?
His vision swims and feels cold all around. He doesn't know why it’s crashing across his body so suddenly. He thought the cold touch of death slowly snuck up on a person. Maybe he’s been here longer than he thought. Maybe all of his injuries, including the ones he’s unaware of are making time warped for him.
His limbs feel numb, but there's still a lingering buzz of pain behind them. It hurts, and Izuku fears this is the end. Izuku fears that this is his end.
When his eyes flutter shut with a pulsing sense of pain slowly fading, Izuku wonders if he was enough. Did he ever make a difference?