The Duty of a Hero

by whatwasIthinkingagain

He knew what the road ahead of him meant. To serve and protect those he could who were within reach. There was no room to stumble especially with those who were closest to him. Didn't he owe them the most? At what point did his path begin to crumble and he felt he had lost the power to protect those who were most precious to him.

1. Chapter 1

I am really excited to start writing again. It's been a long time. I have a couple ideas of where this could go. I would like to take it in a more challenging direction, but we will see. As much as I admire Boku no Hero, I own nothing of it.

The Duty of a Hero

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He watched as the child began to gain some footing. Slowly, the child planted one foot and then another one making ever so slight advancement. The man grinned at the herculean task the child was managing. It seemed that some momentum had been gained and then a slight quiver and wobble. His eyes narrowed and a large hand sprang out to guide the toddling child. It fell just slightly short of the child's back like an invisible force to herd the child in a safer direction. More likely, it was to give the man peace of mind. The way the child walked seem to imply that it had just learned. Bowlegged and fumbling around on the carpet, these impediments didn't seem to deter the spirit of the new walker.

A smile spread across his face. How could we all start from such a fragile state and yet be this fearless at the same time? They moved together as one unit; him acting like the child's shadow and the child peering back on occasion with a little smile. He found his head in a constant downward position as he moved along with the explorer.

This feels like being a hero.

He glanced up for a moment and he saw her figure in the doorway. He saw her mouth move and turn into a smile, her hand reaching out casual towards him. He felt himself feel light at the sight of the gesture and the corners of his own mouth curve as he looked down his hand continuing its outstretched guidance. It fell on nothing. The child was gone. He looked up and the woman in the doorway had become hazy and distant. The room seemed to pull away from him until there was nothing but void. He called out but his voice was lost. Just the action of his mouth moving and nothing more.

Izuku shot up in bed. His body was clammy and his mind disoriented. It was the same dream that had been plaguing him for the past couple of months but each time it recurred it seemed to become more vivid. He fumbled with his hands reaching for the nightstand next to his bed pulling at the drawer. As his eyes adjusted to the lightening in the room he knew what was around him and what was not. He was alone.