Fear.

Overwhelming, all-consuming fear engulfed every sense in Overhaul's body as he shakily pushed himself upright, his trembling hands trying to find any purchase upon the deformed mass of limbs he found himself fused to. Golden eyes, wrought with unbridled terror, stared unblinking at the horrifying sight before him. He wanted to look away, to shield his eyes from the inconceivable sight he was bearing witness to right now, his mind feeling as if it would break at any moment, that the last vestiges of sanity still left in him would depart like an errant summer wind.

"What...what the fuck is this?"

Power. Astounding, staggering, seemingly limitless power was radiating from the young schoolgirl's body, the waves of energy flowing from her threatening to suck the very soul from his body. The air felt thick, almost tangible, in his lungs, the fledgling villain gasping desperately for air as his skin prickled painfully, the hairs upon his arm standing on end.

It was like standing in the eye of a storm, wrapped in a soothing calm while hell whirled around you, threatening to engulf you at any moment and you were powerless to stop it. And the storm, concentrated around this singular schoolgirl, was ready to swallow him whole.

Toga's whole body was shaking, rage rolling off of her small frame in waves, her golden eyes shut tightly as tears streamed unbidden down her cheeks, the heat conjured from the power seeping from her pores causing the droplets to evaporate before they could fall. Images were flashing like machine-gun fire through her mind, each one puncturing another hole into her already broken heart, small whimpers of heartache managing to escape her lips between the growls of seething hate. Pictures of Izuku, her sweet, lovely Izuku, lying dead in a puddle of his own blood, all color drained from his adorable face. Unmoving. Blood everywhere. Gone. Izuku was gone.

And it was all HIS fault!

HE took Izuku from her! HE was the reason they were here! HE was the one who tortured, abused, and used Eri, leading them to this situation! HE spilled Izuku's blood! HE was the cause of all of this pain and heartache within her!

And HE was going to pay!

Eyes snapping open, irises narrowed into dangerous slits, a pulse of unimaginable power radiating off of her body, her golden orbs smoldering like molten lava. As the power continued to roll off of Toga's body, the whole world felt the godlike girl's anger and despair as whole cities fell unconscious, cars crashing violently into buildings and other people as their minds became overloaded by some unseen force.

Entire forests died, their luscious green leaves rotting into brown mulch, all wildlife coming to standstill, only to revive mere moments later, blooming twice as beautiful as before.

Continents on the other side of the globe experienced rolling power-outages, the lights illuminating the darkened hemisphere blinking out one by one, casting the world into blackness. As the people stepped out of their darkened homes, their eyes were pulled to the stars above, horror gripped their hearts as they watched them all slowly disappear, leaving the night sky blank like glassy obsidian. Galaxies, millions, trillions of light-years away, vanished in the blink of an eye, gone without a trace.

Eri remained curled up within the safety blanket of Mirio's cape, light snores falling from her parted lips as she tightly clung to the crimson fabric, completely oblivious to the horrors happening just outside her cocoon of safety. Even in her rage-filled state, with her powers growing unstable and reckless, Toga still made sure to keep her and Izuku safe from her outburst.

"No...nononoNO!" Shrieks of panicked terror spilled forth from Overhaul's mouth, his voice cracking from the overwhelming fear gripping his entire being as he desperately shot a series of attacks toward the demonic blonde, wanting, needing, to get rid of her, to kill her before she could kill him. Even if the attempt may prove futile in the end.

Numerous spikes made of rock sprouted out of the ground, crashing through the nearby buildings and tearing up the already destroyed concrete even more, each one aimed directly at the heartbroken god with the express intent to kill her as quickly as possible. As the spires neared their target, the solid pillars of rock hurtling toward her body at dangerous speeds, Chisaki could only watch on in mute horror as they slowly started to disintegrate before making contact with her stationary form until not even atoms remained.

A cold chill ran down Overhaul's spine, his pupils constricting to tiny points as Toga lifted her head to glare at the Yakuza leader, golden orbs shining with malice from behind dark shadows. This was it. His dreams, his life, the legacy of a world without quirks he hoped to build, all about to come to a grisly end. Brought to a close by one solitary schoolgirl.

"You."

A low growl, like a beast released from its chains, rumbled from deep within the godlike girl's chest, teeth bared with righteous fury, canines elongated to vicious points as she slowly stalked toward her prey. Each footfall, every step she took toward her soon to be victim causing the concrete beneath her feet to dissolve, leaving behind only a shimmering mass of darkness.

"You took him from me!"

Toga's hands were clenched tightly at her side, her whole body rigid and tight as she slowly stepped onto the grotesque pile of flesh of Overhaul's fused body, her anger rising with every despair filled word. Everywhere the enraged god touched started rotting away until only the bones remained, the foul stench of death rising from its decaying form. Chisaki desperately clawed at the muscle and sinew keeping him attached to Rikiya's rotting body, tears of panicked horror rolling down his cheeks as he feebly tried to get away from the approaching specter of death, the smell of rotting flesh burning painfully in his nose.

Coming to a halt before his trembling form, her body seemingly looming over his, Toga stared down at the cowering villain with burning, searing hate. This…this disgusting, deplorable excuse of flesh and bone had taken him from her. Izuku was gone, while he still lived, stealing the only precious thing in this world from her.

What was the point of existence without him?

"He was everything to me!"

With blinding speed, Toga's hand shot out and grabbed a hold of the villain's head, a strangled cry dying on Chisaki's lips as the godlike girl's palm covered his face, her fingers pressing painfully into his skull. Blood started running down his face as the godly schoolgirl dug her clawed fingernails into his forehead, carving a deep trench across his skin, the crimson liquid pooling painfully in his eyes.

Panic flooded every sense in Chisaki's body as he stared up at the blonde schoolgirl from between her fingers, tears springing forth from his eyes, mixing with his blood as he gazed upon her enraged countenance, her features distorted into a demonic visage. All humanity had been drained from her eyes, leaving behind only contempt and the need for revenge, catlike iris's peering like daggers into his soul, slowly tearing it to shreds. Sharpened teeth glinted within the shadows cast over her face, lips stretched into an animalistic snarl, flecks of drool spraying onto his face as she let out another maddening screech of soulful despair.

A silent cry fell from Overhaul's lips as the pressure upon his skull slowly increased, Toga's claws digging more and more into his flesh, his ears ringing as her thumb pressed deeply into his jaw. His instinct for survival kicking in, Overhaul pitifully pawed at the schoolgirl's wrists, desperately trying to pull her arm away, to break her down with his quirk, anything to get the pain to stop! But it had no effect on the godlike girl, his hands patting feebly against her skin as Overhaul tried over and over again to get it to activate to no avail.

"I want him back! Give him back!"

Toga's wails, overflowing with desperate anguish, pierced Chisaki's mind like hot, iron rods being forced down his ear canal, the increasing pressure of the blonde god's grip causing his jaw to pop out of its socket. The redheaded villain's skin began to painfully itch as hives broke out all over his face, only further driving Overhaul into fits of madness, his fingers twitching, wanting nothing more than to rip his own skin off.

"I HATE YOU! I WANT HIM BACK!"

A burst of overwhelming energy flowed out of Toga's body, washing over Chisaki's body, causing all of his skin to burn off and regrow in waves, the stench of burning flesh, his flesh, painfully wafting into his nose, her hold on his head never loosening. A soft crack rang in his ears, followed by blinding pain as the pressure from Toga's grip became too much, his skull losing its futile battle against the godlike girl's grip.

Toga, at almost a minuscule pace, was clenching her hand closed, her fingers digging more and more into his fragile, spongy flesh, planning to crush his head as slowly and painfully as possible. She wanted him to suffer, to feel every ounce of pain and agony she felt from losing Izuku. She couldn't break his heart or take away his most treasured possession, so his life would have to do.

In a blind panic, small cracks and crunches ringing like gunfire in his ears, Overhaul made a grab for Toga's face, in a vain hope that he could stun her enough to loosen her grip, that this time his quirk might work and he will be saved. But, with the energy radiating off of her body, Chisaki could only watch in mute horror as his arms began disintegrating before he could even reach her face, his golden eyes watching helplessly as his limbs slowly disappeared. Like ashes floating into the night sky from a dying fire, Overhaul's limbs vanished into nothingness, traveling bit by bit from his fingertips down to his shoulders, until nothing remained but useless stumps.

There was no pain, no cries of agony, no phantom itch where he knew a limb should be. It was like they had never existed to begin with, completely erased from existence.

"P..Please…" Overhaul called out through blood-soaked words, the gashes running along his skin dripping like a veritable waterfall down his face, covering him in a crimson mask, small droplets splashing onto Toga's face, the godlike girl not paying them any heed. "You're better than this. You save people, right?"

He pleaded pathetically, his words sounding hollow even to his ears, the Yakuza leader hoping to play to her heroism. She came here with those Pro Heroes and was spouting all that nonsense about being a hero and needing to save Eri, didn't she? She may be ruthless and vicious, a vile darkness slumbering just beneath the surface of those golden eyes of hers, but she was still one of them, a blight upon the world. A hero.

"You're a hero, aren't you?!"

The second those words left Chisaki's mouth, the Leader of the Eight Precepts of Death felt his forehead split in half, an unholy screech of agony tearing from his lips as thick rivulets of blood poured out from his torn skin. Feeling the blonde schoolgirl give his head another squeeze, blood squirting like a fountain from the newly opened gash on his forehead, the redheaded villain's vision began to swim as one of his eyeballs popped out of its socket.

"Who gives a fuck about anything if Izuku is gone?!"

Toga snarled viciously, her grip on his head only tightening in her rage, the godlike girl feeling more and more of his skull fracturing beneath her fingers, his blood staining her fingertips a deep crimson. He should have been dead already, the last crack having pierced his brain with pieces of his own skull. But she wanted him to suffer until the very end, wanting him to watch helplessly as she takes his life, using her powers so every last moment he spent alive was in torturous agony.

It was only fair to her. To Izuku.

As his bones turned to dust between her fingers, the fractured pieces puncturing his frail skin, Toga felt no joy, no sick satisfaction from seeing the man who had taken her love from her slowly die by her hand. There was no justice, no sweet revenge to be found with this action. No mending of her broken heart. Only the knowledge that this was what had to be done. A life for a life.

Just as God decreed.

As the darkness slowly crept in from the corner of his eyes and his world faded to black, Chisaki knew what pain, what horrible torture awaited him in the next life. Because the devil herself, by her own hand, was sending him to hell.

There was no final cry for help, no tearful repentance for his actions, just the wet squelch of his head succumbing to the godlike girl's touch, Chisaki's body flopping lifelessly to the side, his face an unrecognizable mess of shattered bone and mashed flesh. Lifting her hand, her golden eyes dull and listless, Toga watched the blood and brain-matter slowly slide between her fingers, the remains of Chisaki's head plopping like thick sludge upon the ground.

It was over. Everything was over.

The energy radiating off of Toga's body slowly started to dissipate, her distorted features returning to normal, leaving behind only a solitary, heartbroken girl. Stepping off of the monstrous corpse, a deep sadness burning a hole in her chest after the adrenaline and rage from her rampage wore off, the godlike, her footsteps softly echoing down the empty streets, approached the fallen body of her beloved Izu-kun.

Falling to her knees, her hands shaking she reached out toward the fallen hero, Toga carefully and oh so gently placed his head into her lap, treating it like the most precious object in the world. Because to her, he was. He was her everything, all she had ever wanted or needed in this world. Everything in the world had been altered, changed to suit her wants and needs, to bring him into her life. But he had made it perfect.

Softly moving his bangs out of the way, the godlike girl gazed upon his face with glassy eyes, her fingers lightly running over his pale, colorless cheek. His skin was cool to the touch, all warmth drained from his body, the sensation making Toga's heart break even more. It was wrong. So very wrong. He shouldn't be like this. She wanted him back. She wanted her Izuku back.

Silent tears started falling from her eyes, the sparkling droplets landing soundlessly upon the boy's pale cheek as a sorrowful sob wrenched itself from her chest, her arms encircling his head, cradling it desperately to her stomach. Her shoulders trembled as she held him close, holding to the last lifeline she had to this existence, the last bit of light still shining within the darkness of her soul. Like a creeping shadow, the darkness slowly encroached upon the light, intent on swallowing it for good.

"Why did you have to die?! Why didn't you get out of the way!?"

Toga wailed in anger as her fingers dug into the tattered remains of Izuku's hero costume, stray tears falling from her eyes as she glared furiously at the green-haired boy. How dare he leave her like this?! Didn't he know she needed him?! That he was leaving her alone?! He was the greatest hero ever, he shouldn't have died! It wasn't fair! It wasn't right!

The godlike girl ran through a gamut of emotions as the weight of her loss started to bear down upon her, the knowledge of his absence in her life slowly crushing her under the weight of her pain and despair.

"Why did you leave me?"

Releasing her death grip upon his shirt, her fingers sore from holding it so tight, Toga lightly ghosted her fingertips over the contours of his face, trying to commit every beautiful line to memory. A small part of her held on to the hope that maybe he had survived, that his eyes would flutter open, orbs of shining emerald glowing gorgeously with life. That he would say her name, so sweet and tender, the familiar lilt of nervous panic in his voice at being so close to her. He would save Eri, give her a life worth living, a world to smile and laugh in, free from fear and loneliness.

She didn't want to believe that this was it, that this would be the last state she'll ever see of him. Cold, pale, lifeless. Silent, so horribly silent.

"I don't want to be alone."

Running her fingers through his hair, the green locks encrusted with dried blood, Toga couldn't imagine a life without him. Who would make her smile? Who would look at her with kindness and understanding, not as some monster? Who will try and bring her into his world, to introduce help her connect with her classmates? Who will make her heart flutter from the lightest of touches or the sweetest of words? Who would be her hero? Who would save her?

"I can bring him back. It wouldn't be so bad. He would be happy, Eri would be happy. I would have him again. Everything would be ok." Toga began rambling frantically, her bottom lip quivering as a crazed smile pulled at the corner of her mouth, her golden eyes staring pleadingly to the skies above, finding no answer for she was the only god here on this lonely world.

"I have to do it. For Izuku! The world needs him. I need him! He would understand that this was the only way, that it had to be done. He has to! He has to…"

Toga's words trailed off into a whisper as what she said registered in her mind, her lips falling into a frown, her fingers slowly disentangling from his hair, placing them gently upon his cheeks. Izuku would understand. He would listen to her without prejudice or judgment, trust every word she said, compassion and understanding burning bright within his emerald gaze. He would forgive her without a second thought.

But it would be wrong. A perversion of who he was, knowing countless people had died and suffered while he gets saved, all because she wanted it. Because she needed him. It would eat away at him, which in turn would break her to see him tear himself up inside, watching helplessly as his soul gets tainted by her dirty hands. All because she wanted to be selfish and have him back.

The only way to avoid seeing him in pain would be to change him, to alter everything around him or his very being, everything that made him Izuku, the man she loved. She could erase all pain from his mind, to make the world a perfect utopia for him to live in, free of hurt and heartache. He would be safe. They would be happy.

But it wouldn't be real. It would be a fabrication, a falsehood, a lie. A veneer of happiness built upon deceit. A world of fiction, written by her hand. And she could make him oblivious to it all, keep him in a state of blissful ignorance, living every day with that brilliant smile and that caring soul. A puppet on a string, dancing to her every whim and fancy, never complaining, always happy. He would cease to be Izuku.

And she could not live with that.

A cold numbness settled in her stomach, slowly coursing through her veins as it spread to the rest of her body, her golden eyes staring listlessly upon Izuku's face. As her thumb gently caressed his cheek, tears drying upon her face, the world surrounding her slowly lost all color and warmth, just like the boy resting silently in her embrace.

The world would be a dark and bitter place without Izuku and bringing him back would be an affront to all that was good and wonderful in it.

So why not just end it all?

As Toga gave in to her despair, the darkness devouring the last sparks of light within her heart, the world around her slowly began to dissolve, leaving behind only a void of encroaching blackness, completely devoid of life. Holding Izuku close as the halo of darkness crept toward them, his head resting against her beating heart, Toga pressed her cheek into the foresty locks of her beloved's hair, watching as the world disappeared around her.

This was for the best. There was nothing here for her, only loneliness and painful reminders of his absence. She would see it in every smile of her classmates, in every child saved from a burning building by a fledgling hero, in every kind word and gentle hug. In those crimson eyes of the silver-haired child, cursed to never get to know the hero who had saved her, living with the guilt of his death.

"Heh, I'm actually going to miss them." Laughing softly to herself, her voice hollow and thin, a sad smile tugging at her lips as she remembered her time with Class 1-A, all the special memories she had made with them, as short as they may have been. "I really liked them."

Looking upon the small bundle of crimson cloth, a shock of white-hair poking out from its colorful depths, Toga silently apologized to the young child that her freedom would be a short-lived one. Toga wanted to get to know her more, to squish those chubby cheeks, and play with her all day and night. To give her the life never afforded to her.

But Toga was no hero. Only a selfish god who had lost her will to live.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you Eri."

Lowering her head, a pained smile achingly pulling at her lips, Toga looked upon Izuku's face for what will be her last time. There were many things she still wanted to tell him, feelings she wanted to share with him, moments she wanted to experience. So many wasted moments spent not telling him just how special and precious he was to her. There was still a lot of love she had to give to him.

She will hold onto it, carry it safely in her heart to the very end. This world will disappear knowing just how much she loved Izuku Midoriya.

The Greatest Hero.

Pressing her forehead against his, silent tears trickling down her face, the encroaching darkness about to consume them, Toga whispered a final goodbye to her beloved.

"Goodbye, my Izu-kun."

The smallest of breezes, barely enough to be felt, ghosted over her skin, causing Toga to raise her head, a look of shock and disbelief etched upon her face as she stared wide-eyed at the boy in her arms. The world was dying. There was no wind to blow, let alone to be felt. It had to be something else.

It had to be Izuku.

"No…don't do this to me."

Gently holding his head in her arms, palms pressed desperately against the side of his face, Toga lowered her ear over his mouth, straining every sense in her body to the fullest, searching, hoping beyond hope that she was right, that what she had felt was real. That it wasn't an errant wind at all.

That it was a sign of life.

It was there. Soft, almost imperceptible, but it was there. A breath. Izuku was breathing!

"I..Izu-kun.."

Activating her powers, Toga frantically searched his body for any signs of life, her eyes growing wide as she spotted a tiny burning ember in his chest, beating in a weak but steady rhythm. His heart. His heart was still beating!

"Izu-kun!"

Grasping the jagged piece of rock jutting of his midsection with her bare hands, the stone spire cracking beneath her unyielding grip, the godlike girl ripped it out of his stomach in one quick motion, healing the damage to his body in an instant. Pressing her ear against his chest, golden eyes growing wide in amazement, life beginning to shine within their cold depths as she heard the steady, rhythmic beating of his heart, growing stronger and stronger with each pulse flowing through his veins.

In her anger and despair, her need for revenge clouding all of her senses, Toga had failed to notice the tiny spark of life still burning within the young hero's chest, the fire fighting desperately to stay alive.

With every beat of his heart, every breath of air coursing through his lungs, color slowly returned to the world, the encroaching darkness getting swept away to reveal the sparkling rays of the sun above, shining gloriously upon the restored city.

Toga's breath hitched in her throat when she noticed Izuku's eyes slowly flutter open, revealing those shimmering pools of sparkling emerald to the world. Tears of unfathomable joy rolled down her cheeks as he lifted his gaze to stare up at her, disorientation and confusion shining within the crystalline depths of his eyes, emerald meeting gold once again.

"T-Toga-chan?" Izuku croaked out her name, his mouth dry and cracked as he rapidly blinked to remove the bleariness from his eyes, his head turning to gaze upon the ruined scene around him in disoriented confusion. "What's going on?"

"Izuku!" Crying out his name, nearly bursting the poor boy's eardrums with her squeal of immense elation, Toga pulled the boys head tightly into her chest, the young hero letting out a squawk of surprise that was quickly muffled by the godlike girls cardigan-clad bosom. "Izuku! Izuku! Izuku! Izuku! Izuku! Izuku! Izuku! Izuku! Izuku!"

Reaching up, Izuku began lightly patting the top of the godlike girl's head, Toga's cries of joy rising in volume as she held him tighter, a look of perplexed confusion etched upon the green-haired boy's face as the sound of sirens drew closer in the distance.

Unbeknownst to both, one overcome by overwhelming joy while the other was left in a state of bewilderment, the light slowly pushed the darkness away.

A/N: Hope shines eternal.

Well….Overhaul is dead. And Izuku is alive. All in all a plus in my book.

In this chapter, we see Toga's emotions really get put through the wringer as she not only has to deal with overwhelming anger and rage, but also deep and destructive sadness. Toga's connection to Izuku is on full display in this chapter, the mere thought of never seeing him again sending her into a deep, depressive cycle that almost meant the end of the world.

She learned some things about herself here, but if they were all positive is another story altogether. She has what she wanted back, but the emotions are still raw and open within her, the smallest prod enough to break it open once more.

Next chapter: A moment to rest and say goodbye.

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