"My early departure"

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Intense vagueness, the insatiable ambiguity that shook Midoriya's thoughts when most of her problems were supposed to have been solved, but no. This was not how destiny had everything planned for his young life; In addition, that they gave him the heavy burden of being the next symbol of peace and that the calamity that he unleashed in the population upon learning that the previous symbol of peace retired from his post, it was precisely up to him to train with everything had to fill that position.

And for things to pile up, he was Kacchan's boyfriend.

Being Kacchan's boyfriend was not an easy task, on the contrary, since he confessed after having armed himself with deep courage for said confession, they closed that moment with a firm, soft and resilient kiss.

Being Kacchan's boyfriend meant being with him most of the time, which meant that his moments of reflection had been limited because Kacchan was very demanding, just like his kisses.

He didn't complain about him, since Kacchan was an attentive, intelligent, strong, demanding, attractive, explosive boyfriend; above all, explosive. But Midoriya knew that within all that tough boy façade that Kacchan tried so hard to hide, there was a sensitive boy that only appeared when they were alone.

The hidden personality of his boyfriend was one of the details that made him so charming, because he thought it was nice that only in front of him he was vulnerable and could even be said to be human.

He didn't complain about him, he couldn't, since thanks to Kacchan he had improved considerably in his grades (well, he was one of the highest grades in the classroom before his relationship) to number two in the ranking of his class, and the development of his new techniques in training were also growing and forging better; It could be said that the demanding rhythm with which Kacchan did things was very exhausting, but it ended up being worth it, because the results sooner rather than later, began to show in his performance as a person.

That was one of the reasons why he felt as lucky to have a boyfriend as his childhood friend was.

Just remembering the feeling he felt when their differences were put aside, and his feelings were connected after that arduous fight that in Midoriya's eyes was meaningless, but for Kacchan it did make sense.

Upon learning that Kacchan declared him his boyfriend and kissed him again, the flush on his cheeks increased and the pounding of his heart spread and his wholeness expanded throughout the beat of his body.

It was a special moment for Midoriya, because he was enormously happy, drunk with happiness, anesthetized with joy, escaping from his pores.

Just as they joined their foreheads after kissing, All Might appeared and took the impression of being the first to know of their new relationship; Immediately, he congratulated them and had a chat with them, as he was also their mentor and as their mentor, he should reciprocate by giving them at least due support so that their rivalry was a healthy one and not one filled with hatred and rancor through them.

Midoriya was unaware that being Kacchan's boyfriend would be laborious, but not because of that, it would be an impediment to being able to stay next to his childhood friend, who became his motivation and inspiration to become stronger.

Midoriya would endure everything as long as at the end of the day, Kacchan took him by the hand, also intertwining his fingers, and then captured his lips in a slow and amazing dance impregnated with kisses. Kacchan's kisses hypnotized him, plunged him into the deep ocean, led him to feel that his body was swirling, he forced him to seek to embrace him to feel safe, to feel him close and that all the danger that awaited him outside, vanished from the universe as a fragrance that dissipated in the air once expelled from the container.

Being Kacchan's boyfriend was perfection at its best.

It was getting the ticket to happiness.

And that filled him with immense bliss.

Months passed, and yet the residences separated him from Kacchan, and although they maintained contact through the cell phone, it wasn't the same. The good thing was that he and Todoroki were chosen to do the same residence in the same place, so he didn't feel so scared of everything.

Todoroki was an amazing friend, the best of all, and his friendship gave him a lot of security. His way of reasoning things, his tranquility, his Quirk moldable to his.

It clearly reflected that they had an excellent friendship and a relationship clean from all evil.

But that friendship also lived surrounded by many evils, that is, suspicions arose that their friendship was ridiculous on their part, because it was not possible for their colleagues to see them as friends, knowing that he was Kacchan's boyfriend.

But, people were that way, it was convenient for them to invent rumors of their relationship or whispers of their way of getting along and talking with so much respect and admiration, that they made ideas of their exchanges. There was no stopping them from putting together their own fantasies according to their way of relating to each other.

Was it an unlawful act to pose your own fantasies to someone else, instead of posing them to yourself? Honestly, Midoriya didn't care, because he wouldn't do like that, if he was a person who reflected on everything and crumbled every little detail that imprisoned him in mental nets.

Midoriya considered himself a victim of his thoughts, a slave to his irrepressible thirst for knowledge, due to the constant almost monstrous growth that made him what a hero would be.

He have even abandoned such habits, it was far from being considered an option to resort to, since it would not resort to stop thinking, to leave aside the rational lake that led him to strategize and get ahead in his residences.

That was why Todoroki understood it so well, he understood him and he knew him more than perfect.

Both knew each other perfectly, in detail, each part of their physiognomy and what made up the anatomy of their own center. They knew each other so much that it was scary how well they knew each other.

And when one of them was silent, there was no better company than the silence of the other, because they understood that their company was not a vague and obsolete pale reflection, but a complement.

Their very silence was a complement, the missing complement of his personality.

And that filled him from head to toe.

It was a matter of time before the summer heat consumed each particle and each fern of the dying bush, just as the flame of a candle is extinguished, its frugal heat dissipates in cold.

The words clustered against the walls, just as the folds at each corner rose and accumulated in agglomerations of insatiable length.

The puffs that emerged from his mouth simulated incandescent clouds that he contemplated in the wide sky when the night had happened and its resonances became magnetisms that his green eyes absorbed in loose sleeves.

In broad strokes everything fit into his tune and intermingled with time, the same one that always played with his life constantly, the one that shook him and smashed him against the pavement to face him in situations that perhaps didn't correspond to him to deal with.

That magnetism that attracted him to a deep sea, a background without ostentatious darkness, a background that hid behind it, the mystery crumbled time, with its seconds and its minutes, with its weeks and years that grew and grew.

Those moments were when Midoriya enjoyed them the most, lost in the immense darkness, so vivid and so deep.

Those moments enveloped him in his state, scourged and swirled in new certainties, in new scenarios that he imagined with slightly closing his eyes.

He narrowed his eyelids when he woke up from those thoughts, opened his dilated pupils with the regret that time would possibly consume him if he stood with his feet rooted and his hands revealing exposed bone, and his veins spattering the blood that danced with his agitated mind.

His eyes narrowed, aware that they would soon interrupt him from his calm. He rubbed his palms with his thumbs, mimicked by the blow of a heavenly darkness, without possessing a bitter taste.

And Midoriya knew it, he knew it in a rain flower that soon his calm space would be slow and he would return to the constant tumult of voices and noises that haunted him until he was stunned.

Those foreign voices that alienated him from possible reflections, and that broadly threw him into the deafening void that his eyes could not bear to see for themselves.

That's why Midoriya remained planted like a tree against the ground, feeling that the frequency increased and his heartbeat increased and the synchrony threatened to break.

And that emptied him like a glass of water run from its place.

It was no coincidence when he saw a figure walking in the dark inside the empty classroom at the U.A. and that this figure had bichromatic hair, and his eyes delineated the contour of its bichromatic shades, because he already knew who it was.

It wasn't a coincidence to walk alone back to his bedroom, after giving Kacchan an excuse to get away from him and obey the hunch he had been feeling for days. It was that hunch that arose in one of the times he went out to reflect at night, and narrowed his eyelids.

Midoriya yearned to have that encounter, he longed for it with the pulse of his heartbeat.

And there he was, there where no one dared to enter, where silence invited you to lose yourself in the slips of time. This was where Midoriya wanted to be.

He entered the classroom, closing the closed door behind him, throwing his backpack on the floor, facing the subject that would be Todoroki in the future, because the complexion of his face looked about twenty-something years old, his scar was still embedded in his mysterious and heavenly face, his muscles were defined and molded throughout his body, he had grown a few inches in height and carried his mysterious aura with every movement he exerted.

The clothing he wore was his hero costume, but the difference was that it was not blue, but black.

"Midoriya" Said Todoroki, or rather, Shouto.

"Shouto" He replied in the same way, his eyes watching him tenaciously, thirsty for information, injected with the anxiety of obtaining knowledge of the future, of not knowing what was in store for him.

Shouto smirked.

"You seemed to know that I was coming, didn't you?" He walked around the room, touching the edge of the window with his graceful fingers, brushing the handle of his fingers to open it. He nodded, and at that very moment, their eyes connected.

Midoriya didn't know if it was due to inertia or the impulse of the moment, but he swore to feel that his blood was heating up and began to flow with his veins, protruding from his neck and arms, in a blind mask of danger.

"I don't have much time" Shouto said, his always friendly gesture denoting nostalgic features. "But before I commit recklessness, let me tell you how glad I am that you are well."

Midoriya quickly froze, frowning in alarm.

"Why do you say that?"

Shouto looked down, clenching a fist with his right hand.

"Shouto?" Midoriya took tiny steps forward, standing beside him in clear signal of support. The hunch he felt charged for his own cooking.

"Midoriya." He strained his jaw, and he could sense that his eyes held back pain and bewilderment. He didn't avoid feeling fear. "In a short time you will finish existing"

"What?" Tears streamed from his eyes, which exploded in fear, his heart stopped and his legs failed him, also collapsing to the floor in one sitting. The whole world fell apart. "I-I will die?" His hands trembled, hugging himself.

"Please don't be afraid." He turned, placing his hands on her shoulders, clutching their foreheads together. The bichromatic eyes that made him so lost, stared at him. "All I can tell you is that" He inhaled, closing his eyes, then opening them. "I don't know if you were attacked by a villain by or by a Quirk, although it was most likely the second one, but you threw yourself off the roof of the school"

Threw himself, him?

Why should he jump off the roof?

It didn't make the slightest sense.

He wouldn't do something like that, much less having all the things he possessed and the lucky blessings that life had brought him, but there was that part of him that reminded him that not everything was eternal and that at some point it would stop lasting; just as the stars are extinguished after giving the world a grain of light, his life would be extinguished by something foreign to him.

That feeling became him, he sensed it, the only thing missing was to have it reaffirmed in some way and there was Shouto, affirming his suspicions, as if there was no clear supply for his presentiments.

"How much time do I have?" His body trembled, but he must take advantage of the fact that Shouto could answer something like that, before disappearing like the first time.

"A few months" He replied, and his voice was low. "Or less"

"In winter, you mean, right?" Midoriya deduced.

Shouto blinked in surprise at his deduction, and very resigned, nodded.

"Don't be afraid, please" He asked, stroking his hair, looking at him with deep pain. "It's an event that I do not want you to live"

"But if I don't live it" Said Midoriya. "How can you see me again?"

"I always want to see you." He took both hands over his and watched him. "You are my best friend, Midoriya"

"And you're mine"

"Don't tell Bakugou any of this." He squeezed his hands.

Midoriya was aware that he wouldn't tell Kacchan these events, however much he wanted to, they were details that he enjoyed keeping to himself.

"Yes, I won't." His tears fell slowly, blurring his sight, but what difference did it make? If the torment from which he once escaped returned in another form.

"Take good care of yourself" He sighed in pain.

"I will." He nodded, trying to smile at him in vain. "You too"

"Yes." At that, Shouto gave him a big hug. "I love you so much, Midoriya"

"I love you too"

"Try to prevent your death" He whispered in his ear, shuddering from those words.

They hugged for a short time, as Shouto checked his wrist watch and left the room, again disappearing from his life, but not before saying with a smile:

"See you soon, Midoriya"

Locking the door behind his trail, leaving him with her tears and that suggestion, or rather, warning. Trying to prevent his death, something he didn't know how would happen, would be an exhaustive job of trying to figure it out on his own, but Midoriya would accept the challenge.

What will become of him in that little time he has left?

What will he do to save himself from the atrocity that awaited him?

The fear of the unknown was beginning to seem thunderous to his ears.

Changing colors, colors that join a green place, colors that escape from the vastness, colors that become certainties, colors that his eyes catch and keep in his memory, colors that sometimes it wasn't necessary to understand their meaning to know it.

Colors that throbbed when his hands, when they broke, could embrace, colors that lost strength and intensity, but never his grace.

Palpable colors painted on the horizon of a beautiful reddish and a majestic orange that accompanied it when the night was colored with darkness.

Sunrise and sunset colors, what was the difference?

Did he perceive them different or the same?

Those things were circulating in Midoriya's mind as he began to search for a solution to prevent his early death.

What will be the color of his death?

What will the painted details look like in the hue of his life when it turns sour and obsolete?

How will the colors of his ever green personality turn when he loses the strives of his life?

Midoriya went to the roof of the school to see how the colors of the sky changed with the passing of the hours, he looked at them and memorized every nuance painted in the sky; every little detail that made up how vast heaven could be was memorized.

He saw the colors with a certain amount of admiration, with intense wishes that everything would end soon when it had to end, that everything would break again if it had ever been broken. He felt selfish to think that way, because Kacchan was with him too and leaving him alone would be cruel.

Kacchan was a very cute boyfriend with him, very detailed and attentive. An amazing boyfriend.

He stopped when his body unconsciously swayed forward on the roof, and his forehead collided with the cold metal of the bars, his hair covering his eyes and the silence combined with the wind was a relaxing melody.

A melody that made each peduncle of his epithelium bristle until it bled inside, and despite the fact that he was bleeding, no one saw his bloody body in fear. A fear that no one suspected behind his tender smile, because he, thanks to Kacchan's torment in middle school, had become adept at hiding his feelings by masking them in a smile.

He paused forcibly, not wanting Kacchan to suspect him for anything in the world. If Kacchan ever found out that he would die soon, he would worry about him, for the simple fact of loving him so much.

And with good reason, Midoriya found himself in the need to enjoy his time with Kacchan as much as possible, enjoying each touch, each kiss, each hug, each time they held hands when they left outside, each time he said "I love you" with his voice, every time he watched him in action, every time he breathed from his breath.

He decided not to postpone a date with him, nor a moment together, because everything was worth as much as pure gold.

He was sure of his decision, sure that he would treasure every second he spent by his friends, his loving mother, his mentor, his teachers, and above all, his boyfriend.

He would enjoy every ounce of happiness and turn it into his own epitaph, should he die in the harsh winter that would forcefully extinguish his existence.

And that would empty him out.

Autumn was moving away from his strong grip, becoming unreachable so that his hands clung to it with content increased in his features.

What else could Midoriya do when time began to become insufficient? He just couldn't stop the inevitable and for sure, he didn't know when the last day of his existence would come.

Loneliness again became his companion, in his constant company of tears, which expressed his soul breaking into pieces of the same fear that was so real, it tasted so real and felt so real that it hurt all over his body.

He had no words to explain it, to find the point where his pain was transmitted in death, and his tears in the will of his farewell.

He didn't know how much time he was missing, or if the same time would erode his being into ashes, ashes that he fed, hungry to know, hungry to know the answer, hungry to continue living.

Autumn left and took with him the time he had left, giving him back the winter that would completely absorb him.

Autumn felt alienated to his system, with its dry leaves and when they stepped on them they creaked, with their blizzards and changes of air, they let him know that his time would soon end.

Winter arrived and Midoriya decided not to hide as much in front of the others, among his own ghosts. All in all, he pointed to one path and if his solution had anything to do with being honest with his friends, he would.

The winter with its intense cold, ventilated the corridors of the school, entered through the classrooms freezing the students.

Midoriya took advantage of the fact that there was no class during those days when they were supposed to have vacations and went out to the roof, passing his hands on the bars, his pupils filling with the sunset that he contemplated in the distance, immersed among the trees that surrounded the facilities of the school.

He was intoxicated by the silence of the walls, of the bars, of the inert sensation of being alone in his shadows, in his ghosts.

He felt ripped from everything, detached from the world, and his body seemed to be possessed, or at least he thought he felt, because his feet climbed to the top of the roof, with the icy wind caressing his back from behind, deafening his ears.

His legs were weak, his hands were wide open, and his eyes were slowly closing. The living flesh inside him throbbed, fear and dread ceased to exist, and never before had loneliness made him feel so full, so complete.

The tragedy would happen, the tragedy played an important role between whether his possessed body would win or his will to live would overcome his impulses.

He didn't see himself capable of running, or fleeing his destiny.

As he swung forward, the screams from Kacchan made him react. He opened his eyes and leaned to see the figure of his boyfriend, who looked at him as if he were the air he needed to breathe.

"Deku, what do you think you are doing?" He screamed in bewilderment, running to grab his waist, his shapely, manly arms planted around his waist, possessively clinging to his body.

"Let go of me, Kacchan" Midoriya ordered, fighting against him, against what he didn't understand. His legs burned and his body unconsciously launched himself onto the roof, after having freed himself from his boyfriend's grasp, when he saw him fall, he screamed, leaping to grab him with his hands.

"Deku!" He yelled heartily.

Midoriya was unaware of what was happening, his eyes captured what was happening, but his mind was blank, his thoughts didn't connect anything, his reasoning died.

Shouldn't he die?

What if his death would bring benefits to the population?

"Deku!" Kacchan kept calling him, and saw that with his hands he pulled him up, using every ounce of his strength to draw him to him. Midoriya, wanting to correspond with Shouto's preaching, lost the will to let himself be helped, thus, the dead weight of his body caused Kacchan to escape his hand, and emitted another desperate scream. Midoriya's eyes had lost their characteristic shine, they were as cloudy as a day without sun. "Deku, don't do that!" He felt Kacchan hold him as tightly as he could, moaning in pain, and suddenly, he used his Quirk and propelled him directly to the roof, catching him with his arms, dropping himself completely to the ground from the roof. "Deku, why did you do that?" He didn't reply. "Deku?" His boyfriend's harsh red eyes scanned him for an answer, his manly hands cradling his pale cheeks. "Answer me, why did you do that?" He demanded to know, catching his cheeks with his hands, stroking them gently with his fingers.

Midoriya was exhausted, empty and without understanding anything.

He was alive, but he didn't know why.

He noted that Kacchan was beginning to grow impatient with his lack of response, as his hands trembled, and his breathing intensified as did the way his eyes looked at him desperately, wanting to understand him.

"Why don't you answer?" He exasperated in frustration, a crack came out of his voice. "What is it, eh Deku? Why did you want to jump off the roof?" He stroked his cheeks, breathing hard. "Deku, please tell me something ..."

Midoriya collapsed at that moment, hearing in the distance the desperate voice of his boyfriend calling him desperately.

However, he no longer wanted to think about anything.

He simply wanted to see emptiness and launch himself into the scorching darkness, which would pleasantly consume everything in his path.

And with that, he would empty himself of all evil.

In the middle of that darkness, he heard voices in the distance, and he knew very quickly that he still endured in this world, because clearly the first voice he perceived was that of Kacchan. For him, his deep, rough voice was unmistakable.

He listened to him chatter to Recovery Girl about his recovery and why he hadn't woken up in two days. He heard him terribly irritated, synonymous with despair.

Soon Recovery Girl's voice and footsteps faded.

"How long are you going to wake up?" Kacchan spoke to the body that was supposedly sleeping. Kacchan held his hand intertwined with his, while the other gently stroked it.

Midoriya slowly opened his eyes, seeing that he was, in effect, in the Recovery Girl clinic, lying on the stretcher, with an artificial vent placed in his mouth and nose.

"K-Kacchan" He mumbled, exalting his boyfriend, who opened his eyes.

"D-Deku!" He exclaimed, jumping up, squeezing his hand. "How are you feeling? Are you alright? Do you hurt anywhere?"

"I-I'm fine" He exhaled weakly, his eyes barely opening wide. He was still tired.

"Do you need something?"

He denied, exhaling uneasily again.

How would he explain to Kacchan that his attempt to jump off the roof without mentioning that it was Todoroki who told him of that event?

To what end would he excuse himself?

Midoriya needed to clear his mind, and for that, he required being alone.

"Kacchan" He spoke to him, getting his attention.

"What do you need?" He could see his worried face, as well as some dark circles hanging under his red eyes, synonym that he didn't sleep. He figured Kacchan didn't sleep because he was waiting for him to wake up. "Do you want me to get you a glass of water?" He nodded, aware that his throat was dry. "I'm going for it"

He nodded, smiling warmly at him.

He drank from the glass of water that his boyfriend brought to him, feeling that he was looking at him with fear and uncertainty, something that indicated that he longed to ask him the reason for his near death.

"Em, Kacchan?" He said fearfully.

"May I know why you did that?" He asked uncertainly.

"No." Midoriya forced himself to reply. He frowned.

"Why can't I know?" He raised his tone. "You tried to throw yourself off the roof, Deku, if it wasn't because the half-and-half bastard told me you were weird, I won't know anything"

"Todoroki, did he say something to you?" He blinked, surprised.

His boyfriend stopped.

"Yes, that bastard told me that" He looked at him suspiciously, while Midoriya salivated. "What happened between you and the half and half bastard?"

"N-nothing." He hesitated, that instant when he hesitated was enough for his boyfriend to get upset. Kacchan was very perceptive and intelligent, it wouldn't surprise him if he ended up finding out everything.

"You don't fool me, Deku." He approached him, annoyed. "What's between you and that bastard?"

"N-nothing Kacchan." His cheeks lit up and that was a trigger for him to grasp his hands.

"Deku!"

"I want to speak to Todoroki" He burst in nervously.

"What?" Kacchan raged. "Why? Deku, is there something you're not telling me?"

"I want to see him now!" He ordered, causing his boyfriend's red eyes to shoot into fury.

"Tsk." He clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes in jealousy. "Whatever" He headed for the door, standing at the edge. He turned and pointed at him, his veins pounding and throbbing. "Don't think I'll leave this conversation unfinished, when you're done chatting with the bastard, you'll tell me everything, and don't skip anything!"

"O-ok" he nodded shakily.

It wasn't the time to tell Kacchan the truth, or perhaps never.

Seconds after he had left the room, Todoroki appeared from the other side of the door, with his characteristic serious frown.

"Midoriya." He smiled genuinely at seeing him. "I'm glad you woke up"

"Todoroki" He greeted him pleasantly.

"You were looking for me?" He pointed to himself. He nodded. "What's wrong?"

Midoriya motioned for him to take a seat in the visitor's chair, which he reciprocated.

"It happened again" He said concerned.

Todoroki's eyebrows arched.

"Me too" He snapped, taking Midoriya under guard.

"What did you say?" His brows furrowed. "What do you mean by me too?"

"Your future self appeared to me" He revealed with great calm.

"What?" He stunned.

"Your future self came to visit me" He said. "He told me that you would try to jump off the roof, and asked me to tell Bakugou about that, well just that, the rest that we would take care of on our behalf"

Midoriya tried to tie the dots, but he couldn't process it in its entirety.

"I was like you anyway" He wanted to comfort him. "I was very surprised when your future self told me these things and more"

"More?" He repeated interested.

"He knew that my future self came to warn you of this, but also that you survived" He explained. "What happens is that we communicate at different times, while your future self was thirty years old, my future self was only twenty-two, it is a great difference between us, to know the rest, don't you think?" He raised his eyebrow.

"Then how?"

"Your future self solved the mystery that unites us" He revealed, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. He blinked, nodding him to continue. "The only thing he could tell me was that we are united by a Quirk of time, that is, I wasn't affected by a Quirk in that mission I had when I went with my father"

Midoriya widened his eyes in wonder.

"A Quirk of time?!" He gasped.

Todoroki nodded.

"This peculiar Quirk of time unites us from birth in order to protect us from each other" He explained carefully. "Apparently, it is to prevent the death of the other"

Everything made sense to Midoriya, well, almost everything, because everything still seemed very scattered, although the mist was beginning to clear from his eyes.

"But, he said you could solve it on your own" Todoroki stated. "Since you're so smart, Midoriya"

"Thanks." He smiled, placing a finger under his chin, making a thoughtful gesture. "I think if that Quirk unites us from birth, then we are like soul mates" He supposed, arching his eyebrows. "Yes, indeed, soul mates, where the one cannot live without the other, if one of us dies, the other dies too"

Todoroki seemed surprised, but sat up quickly.

"Something like that, your future self said" He agreed, nodding affirmative. "He said that we were destined to be friends, never a couple, despite the fact that everything indicates that we are soul mates"

"How strange" Midoriya sighed. "Soulmates without being a couple" He left the sentence suspended in the air.

"In my opinion, we are somewhat stronger than a couple" Said Todoroki. "We are united by something more intense than being a couple like you and Bakugou, this is something inexplicable and if someone else listens to us, they will think we are crazy"

"Definitely" Midoriya stated with a laugh.

"Maybe that's why when something serious will happen, the other appears to warn us" Todoroki supposed, pointing at him. "So if I die, will you do die too?"

"I say that yes, because of the type of connection we have" Midoriya replied immediately. "But, to be sure of that theory, we have to investigate it thoroughly, in case we find anything else"

"Yes, I agree that we have to investigate everything, in case we find something that we haven't deduced yet." He nodded, smiling at him, he also smiled at his best friend, or rather, his perhaps soul mate.

"Not a word of this to anyone," Midoriya warned, to which Todoroki agreed. "Much less to Kacchan"

Midoriya had just found a new goal that would fill his emptiness with uncertainty, so that he could feel fulfilled with his destiny, and not see himself in the need to worry Kacchan with his near death, again.

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P.S. I wanted to give a deeper meaning to the relationship of Todoroki and Midoriya, in the fact that they have been united by a Quirk of time and that perhaps they are soulmates, let's say that's what they believe.

Despite I being Katsudeku, this has its Tododeku tones on its own, in a deep sense and one could say cosmic or spiritual.