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Izuku runs. And runs. And runs.
His feet pound against the ground, breaths as erratic as his heartbeat and the skewed rhythm of his racing thoughts.
Still, he hears him close behind.
Up ahead, the Forest of Ice and Fire with an overwhelming power — fae magic. Izuku has a choice. Halt, and be caught by All For One, or proceed, and risk being entangled in the fae’s web.
Likely death either way.
He runs ahead. The trees welcome him.
Gently: Come, little one.
Protectively, confidently: We’ll help you.
Calculatingly: You’ll be an asset, too.
Tentatively: Perhaps you’ll be my friend.