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“A witch with a good heart falls for failure,” the green-haired witch can be heard as his head rests on the floor. “Your kindness will destroy you, or it will be me.
"My good heart has no value here. You are killing a bunch of children who came to save their friend. And this..." - the witch struggles to rise from the ground she spent the last few minutes on, "...not even one hundredth your sins."
The witch's eyes were as green as an emerald, and her face was dotted with freckles. Ankle-length cloak was tattered, torn and variously stained. Even having grown in blood and almost lost her strength, the witch stood firmly on her feet.
The villain, much taller than him, comes closer, his face no longer has that disgusting mask, only an apparatus that helps the villain breathe, because he did not have a face.
- Izuku. Good heart for good!
- For the benefit of? For what? Your whims?! In these last 20 years alone, you have ruined so many lives! And for what? For your experiments. Disgusting.
- For the good of the world, chaos reigns! You would be very helpful to me in this matter. so what? Izuku holds out their hand, waiting for January.
Looking at the man, Izuku's Jewishness is only more disgust. Everything this man did was disgusting.
And so, accumulating the consequences of his abilities, Izuku's consumption, which causes urgent needs, causing the atrocity to be surprised, start to choke.
“All for One,” Izuku watches with zero desire to help as All for One grabs his throat and holds out his hands, hoping for help, “It’s only years that you are discovered.” You will finally breathe! - a sudden, even greater gust of wind causes the approach to collapse on them. Villain number 1's body was no longer visible, and Izuku was only half pinned down by the rubble.
He plunged into darkness, all life began to run before his eyes.
Here he is 4 and he finds out that he does not have a quirk. The kids reacted so badly back then.
Here he is 7 years old when his mother gives him a thick book, saying that his great-grandmother was a witch in the fifth generation. Little Izuku seized the opportunity so much that he was determined to read the entire book to learn spells, even if it didn't seem real. The book was not in Japanese, and the guy had to learn a completely unfamiliar language!
But he is 11, he was able to master a few elementary spells, his mother was so proud of him!
Here he is 15 when he meets the person dearest to him. Then he realized that a lot of people in his life were so wrong in saying that he was good for nothing.
Here he is 20 and they give him a cloak, which he dragged everywhere: for ceremonies, for study ...
Here he is 25 and he was crushed by debris, and glass fragments dug into his hands, and blood flowed from his face. Her eyes seemed to have lost their luster.
Through the darkness, he begins to hear. These are steps! The steps are getting closer and closer, turning into a run and stopping very close to him.
Someone began to remove bricks and pieces of walls from him, granting a little relief. When he no longer felt heavy, someone lifted him up. Gently and gently, like the most valuable thing that could disappear at any moment. The sound of footsteps is back again, and the darkness is pulling him back into the abyss again.
The next time he woke up, he was in some kind of dark room, and there was not a ray of daylight, but there was light from someone's phone screen. Turning his head with difficulty, he was able to capture a long-haired dark man who was wearing only a wireless earpiece and staring at the phone screen.
There is confusion in his head, so those few moments to determine who it was, Izuku was not enough, because the man quickly heard him and jumped up to him.
- Izuku? the man says in a low whisper before noticing the really open eyes. He brings his hand up to Izuku's cheek and begins to wrinkle it, "I was so worried when I found you there... But you did well, you defeated him."
The man's gesture was pleasing to Izuku, his rough hand stroking his cheek pleasantly, and the man's face seemed eerily familiar.
- Shota? - the man only smiled, which should not be characteristic of him.
"Me, Izuku, it's me."
Izuku abruptly tried to jump up, but he was stopped by the same 2 hands that laid him back.
- Carefully. Have you just woken up. It was a hard day, you should rest, considering that I pulled you out of the rubble, - he looks at the guy with all possible tenderness, which was noticeable even in the dim light of the moon.
They looked at each other like that for a few minutes before Shota showed his more tired face, but he was still smiling, "I'm so glad you stayed with me."
- And just a witch doomed to failure. Why am I like this? Izuku asks with a light laugh.
“You are the kindest-hearted witch I could ever know, and you can only attract bad luck to your enemies.” They laugh at that.
- And now let's call the nurse so that she can examine you, - he turns to the door, - I'll be back, - smiling, he disappears through the door.
Hmm, maybe being a good witch isn't so bad after all?