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The night was quiet. Stars shone in the sky, and the stillness that enveloped the world seemed to bring a deep sense of peace…
A peace that, however, was impossible for a certain young girl to enjoy.
Izuku Midoriya, heir of the One For All, gazed at the sky as thousands of thoughts ran endlessly through her mind.
Remembering the visit to her classmates’ rooms brought a faint smile to her face.
Satō’s cake had been delicious, and Kōda’s little bunny was so adorable that petting it had been oddly soothing.
She still couldn’t understand how Todoroki had managed to decorate his room with such flawless Japanese style in such a short time, and Tokoyami’s room had seemed dark, yet intriguing.
Ashido and Hagakure’s rooms were cute and very feminine, and Yaoyorozu’s huge bed—though overwhelmingly large—was surprisingly comfortable.
Everything had been cheerful, warm… until one conversation had clouded it all.
Talking with Tsuyu had left a bitter taste.
She regretted worrying her friend.
Now, alone, despite the exhaustion in every fiber of her body, she sensed that sleep would not come easily.
The weight of uncertainty was heavier than she had imagined.
After all… the world had lost All Might.
Her beloved mentor would no longer fight.
His flame, though still alive, no longer burned as brightly as before.
“Now it’s your turn.”
All Might’s words echoed over and over in her mind.
They filled her with determination to carry on his legacy, but also awakened a deep fear… the fear of failing him.
The League of Villains remained at large.
Shigaraki would strike again, she knew it.
It was impossible to forget the hatred burning in his eyes.
Was she ready to face him?
Would she ever be ready?
“What am I supposed to do?” the green-haired girl whispered to the void “How can I fill All Might’s shoes? People need a symbol of peace… how do I become one?”
Her voice trembled, heavy with despair.
Tears welled in her eyes before she could hold them back.
The stars continued to shine in silence, indifferent and eternal.
Sighing, knowing no answer would come, Izuku turned and entered her room.
Perhaps, if she was lucky, she could get some sleep.
The uncertainty still weighed on her chest, but gradually her thoughts began to fade, lulled by exhaustion.
And then, the universe itself seemed to pause.
An unknown force stirred across dimensions.
“Rest, Izuku Midoriya,” whispered a soft, ancient male voice. “Tomorrow will bring a very interesting experience… but a difficult one for you, little heroine.”