'Where is this?' Izuku asked himself in a new kind of forest

He'd been here a few times, running away from his tormentor/friend, Katsuki Bakugo, or Kacchan as he would call him. Now, the forest seemed more lush and more like a picture taken from a Peter Jackson movie rather than a real forest.

The ground felt soft even with the countless branches laid across the land. The moss was fuzzy and the bark smelled almost sweet. And, to top it off, there was a clear river filled with the cleanest water since Fiji Water.

He walked over to it, and followed the river upwards to try and find where the possible waterfall might be. Along the way, he saw what looked to be a squirrel wearing some form of cloth around itself speed off at high speeds away from the 7 year old. Curious, Izuku realized the squirrel was going the same way he was, so it was the same thing that let Chuck Norris ignore death and make fore from two ice cubes. Luck.

Though, he also wanted to stay where he was. It was peaceful, and so full of life and beauty, that not being here felt like a crime. The sense of pity he'd feel towards all others that didn't see this would haunt him, for like, the rest of his life. The river seemed to run forever until he finally started to see the water rise up gradually to reveal an equally clear waterfall staring dead in the face.

The inquisitive boy noticed the squirrel go up to the waterfall, where a shaded figure emerged from the water carrying an olive wood chin rest fiddle, as he played the wood instrument so beautifully that Izuku had to run up to the figure.

"Wow! That was so good! How'd you do that!?" The figure then revealed itself with pointed ears and long hair. Its body was the lightest shade of blue, and his pitch black hair was down near his waist line.

His eyes seemed to look into his soul, but at the same time, his whole frame and movement gave an inviting feeling. Like he would bring out warm drinks and talk about whatever Izuku wanted too before talking about what he liked.

"How are you today young one?" The man asked, his voice calm and his teeth an ever so light yellow.

"I-I'm good s-sir!" He replied nervously "I was w-wondering how you p-played that...uh-"

"Fiddle?"

"Yeah fiddle. I was wondering how you played the fiddle so good?"

The man looked at the boy before smiling "It comes naturally. Like breathing, or going to the bathroom. And pretty fun if you ask me!"

"Breathing and going to the bathroom?"

"No! Doing the fiddle!" He yelled, partially confused at the boys denseness

"S-sorry..."

"Anyways...do you want to know how?" Izuku looked at up at the now curious man, and slowly nodded "Alright! I'll show you how...but! In order for you to learn, you have to bring me smoked mutton for four Thursdays, then I'll teach you."

"F-four Thursdays? Why?"

"That's just my rule. And, you have to do it in secrecy. So no one must know."

"W-why don't I bring you four mutt-"

"Smoked Muttons."

"S-smoked muttons today, since it's Thursday..."

The man held a finger to his chin, before deciding his answer. "Well, then how about five smoked muttons today, then I'll teach you. And I want them to be nice sized ones and stuff, you know?"

"Not really...but ok!" He said excitedly "But...where's the exit...?" He wondered out loud

"Oh don't worry. All you have to do is say where you want to specifically go to in this forest, then you'll be there."

"G-got it! But...what's your name?"

"My name's Jafndœgri. Though you can call me Jafn."

Izuku stared at him before nodding once more, and thinking of "Kacchan", before vanishing off to his friend.

Jafndœgri looked at where the boy stood moments ago before talking to the squirrel. "You know, you should probably watch over him Ratatoskr. Since only magical beings can walk through here in all..."

"Got it." The squirrel replied in a high voice before following after Izuku, leaving the Fossigrim there to play his fiddle once more.

Izuku felt a rush of brisk air as he was brought to Katsuki's feet; landing on his back. The ash blond child looked down and smirked before laughing. "Jeez Deku, you can even hide in this stupidly big forest correctly. You suck."

He then ran off with his other lackeys as Izuku quickly got up to tell his mom to prepare him seven smoked mutton. Two to eat, and the other five to give to Mr. Jafn-something or whatever.

'Why was his name so long? It sounded vikingish...' He thought to himself as he did just that, convincing his mom to make that many muttons and eating the one he was given, which taught him that 1. Muttons take a while to make, and 2. They did not taste that great. Even though they were medium rare.

Inko actually liked them. She kept them in the freezer as she went off to take a quick nap after all of that cooking. Izuku ran over to the freezer, took them out, and ran over to the forest with them on a plate, and wrapped in a plastic Target bag. Once reaching the forest, he though of the mans name, and was brought before him, though now on his feet instead of his back.

Jafndœgri stood up and placed his fiddle on the rock that he was sitting on, before walking over to Izuku to grab the smoked mutton and began to happily eat it, letting Izuku look around the area even more.

The rocks were smooth, but so smooth that you'd slip on them. The insects that he could see seemed to be harmless, compared to the nasty ones Kacchan finds during recess. And the birds chirping were replaced with quick notes that filled the air with a song of peace and prosperity.

The man finished off the meat, and wiped his face as he crumbled up the bag and put it into his side pouch. He walked over barefoot and wet, before motioning Izuku to follow him to the waterfall. He then placed Izuku's finger on one of the strings, and moved it quickly enough to make a small cut on the boys hand.

"Ow! That hurt!" He yelled. Jafndœgri smiled and looked at the boy with expectancy, confusing the seven year old.

"Now you can play." He said as he handed Izuku the fiddle and a horsehair bow. Once in Izuku's hands, he set the bow on the fiddle, and felt unknown instincts kick in, as a beautiful stream of music burst forth from himself and onto the wooden instrument.

Jafndœgri gave a little dance to Izuku's 2-3 minute tune, before it finally ended. Izuku, looking flabbergasted, did not know how he even did that in the first place, and stared dead onto the long-haired man; awaiting some answer.

"Not bad kid. Then again, that's what I can do~" He happily said, giving a little hop

"H-how did I j-just do that!"

"Well, thanks to my magic, I could instantly teach you to play the fiddle like a pro! But, you have to promise me to bring some food every Thursday, ok?" Izuku, at a loss for words, smiled brightly and hugged them man, surprising him.

After a few seconds, Izuku let go and handed back the fiddle, but Jafndœgri declined. "You can have it little dude. I'll jut get another one."

Izuku then walked a few feet away from him and prepared to go to the edge of the forest once more before Jafndœgri asked one last thing. "What's your name kid?"

"M-my name's Izuku Midoriya!"

"Kay! See ya tomorrow Izuku!" He waved as Izuku went off, now knowing he had a magical friend in a special part of the forest.