What if you finally found it?
This one person. The one, with which everything fit just perfectly.
Who was the reason for seeing the world suddenly in the brightest colors.
Whose smile could get rid of the darkest of thoughts and brought blazing light.
This one person, who could finally give you back the faith in something, that you waved aside as some naïve fantasy a long time ago.
The faith in believing, that something like love really existed.
What if you met that person suddenly and unexpected… but at the wrong time?
Izuku had thought about this countless times. About the perfidious cruelty of all that.
Actually, he never even reckoned with that. With all the things that happened, after this one person stepped into his life. As sudden as a hailstorm in April. And it had caught him as off guard as that.
And even though he threw caution to the wind at the beginning… now he could feel distinctly the chunks of ice raining down on him. Punishing and relentlessly.
Blow. On blow. On blow.
It was cold. Freezing.
And it hurt. Deep inside.
Cause the ice was sinking into his heart, slowly but surely.
Which was beating for him. Still.
Forever.?
Probably yes. Probably a part of his heart would always be attached to him. To the thought of what could have been… if they only had met to a different time in their lives.
If. If. If.
A silly word. A cowardly word. A word, that made wrong promises. And that was still lurking in his head, nevertheless.
For it was this cruel if that caused Izuku to not being able to forget him. Because it contained some faint hope.
Stupid, naïve hope.
If he would come back eventually, it maybe could work out.
If his heart would still be beating for Izuku ,by then.
If he wouldn't have met someone new, by then…
A thought, that immediately cause him to feel a sharp pain deep inside. That smothered him. Staggered him. And abruptly made the color fade that he had brought into his life.
A thought he didn't even dared to think… no, he wasn't even able to do so!
Even though they clarified the matter. No. He clarified the matter. And Izuku agreed.
The conditions were clear. Form the very beginning.
Well. Nearly from the beginning.
Because if Izuku would have known it upon their first meeting… if he would have known what would happen…
He would have done it anyway. He knew that with a certainty only death could compete with. Because it didn't matter what happened in the end… for he was this one person. The one with which everything fit perfectly.
It was only the instant of time.
The damn, wrong instant of time.