"Discovering our connexion"
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Drops.
Kisses.
When did that cycle started to be different?
Rain drops crashing into the classroom windows.
Intense kisses, soft kisses, demanding kisses, passionate kisses.
Raindrops piling up in an intense melody, a legitimate melody of involving friction on the skin.
Kisses that are exchanged for a reason, since this time there was a reason why the two of them were kissing.
They were kisses full of passionate feeling, of affectionate feeling.
They kissed in the classroom, when there was no sign of their classmates, their friends, even their teachers.
They were isolated from anyone who usurped to break their connection.
Why did they kiss?
Because they were going out, because his feelings were reciprocated and his heart belonged to the person with whom he shared those intense kisses under the sound of rain rushing against the glass.
Kacchan's kisses were so sweet, so smooth in their texture, his lips clashed against hers in a slow and complex melody; His strong arms wrapped him in a hug, his hands trailing his back pressing each point of tension, making him shudder with his touch.
Midoriya Izuku remembered those moments as something unpleasant, like a humiliation on Kacchan's part against him; a harrowing few days, breaking his heart slowly, in a mechanism of mass destruction.
Who would have guessed that Kacchan loved him with the intensity with which he did it?
Not even Midoriya guessed what was going on in Kacchan's head when his feelings were involved in every situation they faced.
Without much help, Midoriya let himself be kissed by his childhood friend, who was also his boyfriend, whom he loved in the same way that he did.
He could understand why Kacchan treated him so carefully.
He understood that his boyfriend treated him with care, due to all the mistreatment of the past, for all the bad moments he made him go through, for each insult that he labeled him, for each destroyed notebook, for each time he hurt him and didn't apologized. For all the times he gave him the hell he gave him for ten years, he even dared to say they were more than Kacchan had counted, but he wouldn't tell him so as not to affect him.
He knew that Kacchan was more than sorry for the things that he caused him, and he tried to be gentle with his body, to not to shout at his face, to kiss him gently, to hold his hand without squeezing it, to live quietly in his time free, in being able to reach agreements between the two.
Midoriya knew that his boyfriend had a hard time changing his aggressive ways towards his dealings with people, especially towards him, and he didn't pressure him to change, but Kacchan insisted on treating him as someone extremely special to him, and Midoriya agreed that Kacchan did an excellent job of being respectful to him.
He no longer felt worse than humiliated, he no longer cried when they kissed and he cornered him on the wall without leaving him an escape. Fortunately, things were different from how he remembered them; Gentle situations had become, warm moments of tender friction between the surfaces, in moments where they joined their lips and were lost in each other's mouth, in their cavities until numbing their senses.
The depth of his touch ignited him, it incited him to continue giving himself up to that warm coat that were his kisses, to feel himself floating in the sea in complete calm, they carried him to a floating existence, just like the sensations that aroused when he flowed with the Kacchan's kisses.
Drops.
Kisses.
Drops of caresses.
White carnation kisses, kisses of roses on the lips.
Drops crashing against the glass, transforming into caresses on his uniform, moving to his back and neck.
Kisses of certainties, kisses of a world of promises.
What would happen after so much calm?
Midoriya had been thinking for some time about how to pursue that goal that wouldn't let him sleep.
The goal that would answer his reason of being, the reason why his connection with Todoroki led to a bond with the confines of time; He was intrigued by far, to get to the heart of the matter.
He tortured himself at night trying to find a solution so as not to be suspicious of anyone from the U.A. much less Kacchan, who in his attempt to jump off the roof turned him into a very clingy boyfriend and insecure of his activities.
Detaching oneself from the matter as well, was like putting your finger on the sore without having beneficial results for mental health.
Midoriya looked for those few moments of peace for some trace of light that would take him out of his tortuous thoughts that collided again and again, and thousands of times with his head, turning into an excruciating headache that left him dry of thinking and leaving him, hopelessly asleep on the floor in his room.
Nothing calmed him better than the cold penetrating the pores of his skin after thinking so much throughout the night.
Thinking denoted the same feeling as taking a bitter gulp, a long and soporific bitter gulp that dried his throat.
In the midst of his torture, he set out to write his deductions on his connection to Todoroki, trying to put his ideas in order, before his head exploded with so much thinking and intruding on remote possibilities to satisfy his hunger for knowledge, his intense thirst for stamp yourself against the wall to get his answer. The beautiful response that makes up for him as a tacky glue designed to hold the body together.
He was jotting down his deductions, what his mind dictated was the way he had been attached to Todoroki from birth.
And how could they actually unite from birth?
What event had to occur for something of that magnitude to happen?
He asked himself many questions, he questioned his very existence, he tried to break it down into fragments, thus finishing scattering them on the ground, spreading his remote thoughts with him.
And once he started writing, he couldn't stop.
His wrist clung to the pen holder, scribbling, crossing out, circling letters, meaningless phrases, words engulfed in mental ambiguities, gaps and gaps lashed out by an explosion of letters.
Thinking took him to unimaginable extremes, plunged him into uncertainty, the speed of uncertainty, the remoteness of something that he himself couldn't explain, and if he came to explain it to him by rereading his notes, he wouldn't find a way to tell him in words coherent and cohesive.
It seemed that eloquence was mocking him, the blessed eloquence that dictated his life.
In the midst of these questions, he hadn't doubt that he and Todoroki would soon not be able to bear the silence between that topic.
They wouldn't bear another day of silence, because the same silence would absorb them in bewilderment.
One of those days, he had to go to the teachers' classroom to collect the notebooks of his classmates already reviewed by the teacher.
On his return, his eyes captured the bichromatic hair of his best friend, along with those unmistakable bicolor eyes that fascinated him so much to see. Todoroki was heading to his address, without using his serious gesture, but changed it to one of feeling uncertain.
Midoriya knew that Todoroki had reached his limit, just like him.
"Todoroki" He greeted him as cordially as he could manage his tone. His friend nodded, instantly taking him by the shoulders, fixing his intense double-toned eyes on his.
"I can't take it anymore, Midoriya" He breathed out in distress. "I need to know the truth of why we are united in this way"
Midoriya didn't flinch, he simply agreed with his affliction, corresponding that he in the same way felt that at some point he would reach his limit, just as at that moment both reached that limit that indicated that their search was barely ceasing in their minds as a chrysalis to a butterfly in gestation.
"We have to find the answer on our own" Midoriya said, looking at him seriously.
Todoroki immediately agreed.
"Have you been writing your notes?" He questioned in reference to the subject.
"Yes, I've come up with some possibilities" Midoriya rambled. "But, I'm not sure about them, I think we should check it out"
"What possibilities have you come up with?" Todoroki kept his eyes on him, and he reciprocated the gesture. Both friends looked at each other seriously, meddled in their own universe.
"If we conclude that one cannot be without the other" Midoriya guessed, putting a finger under his chin, still holding the notebooks on her other arm. "There is a possibility that we may feel the same type of pain"
Todoroki thought for a few seconds, processing his words.
"You mean if." His mouth grimaced. "You hit me, will you feel the same pain?"
"It could be that..." He looked down, trying to catch the thread of his thoughts.
"Wait." Todoroki stopped him from his musings. Midoriya looked up, listening to his interruption, not bothering about it. "It must be the same type of physical pain that can affect us, but not only that, but it can also affect us to sleep, for example" Midoriya frowned, confused. "Midoriya, what hour have you been sleeping these days?"
"At four forty-three in the morning" He replied by inertia, without the slightest idea what his friend was trying to convey.
In that second when he said his answer, Todoroki went libido.
"Why?"
"II have also been sleeping at the same time," he confessed fearfully, a bit of the color of his face had faded. "Tell me, what time did you fall asleep last semester?"
It didn't take long for him to remember something basic like his habits from last semester, as some kept doing it, like exercising in the afternoon at the same time.
"At nine forty at night" Still, by inertia he replied.
Todoroki looked at him in amazement, further losing the colors of his face, turning pale. That was when Midoriya grasped the reason for those questions, which at first seemed odd and meaningless to him, but that nonsense was indeed making sense.
"You too?" He pointed at him.
"Yes, me too"
That connection was giving him chills all over his body, and his former calm was not present on his freckled face, which was becoming extremely afraid of the unknown.
Fear of having allowed several months to pass so that they could deal with this issue.
Fear of letting that matter that belonged to him to resolve with his friend, hanging in oblivion until the limit of his calm was broken, became the horrible possibility of not knowing, of not having an answer, of relativity of time.
The bell that classes ended rang far away from his ears, but neither of them had moved a foot, a single foot since they realized that the problem of their union was not solved, but forgotten.
Midoriya lost strength from continuing to grab the notebooks, evidently dropping them to the ground, causing several glances to be directed at him, including those of his friends who approached, just like Kacchan when noticing that he dropped the notebooks and he didn't move an apex of his body, he couldn't even find the words to speak or enough sanity to justify why he threw away the notebooks.
The voices of his friends collided with each other, while his brain processed other matters much more important than the voices of others, and in a brief lapse of sanity, he took Todoroki's arm and ran from there, hearing that both his friends like Kacchan were stunned by his behavior.
He and Todoroki ran wrapped in that indifference that remained behind, while his present was much more essential than anything else that happened, much more than continuing to endure a life without discovering the mystery that so much took away his sleep.
Midoriya guided him to his room, locking the door, and began rummaging through his notebooks, where he had his deductions written down. Todoroki was silent, waiting for him to do what he had to do.
That was one of the reasons why he loved him so much as his friend, because he never questioned him, because he was always there by his side, supporting him without conditions, without prejudice, without cutting off his wings.
If Midoriya wasn't Kacchan's boyfriend, he probably and very likely would have fallen deeply in love with Todoroki, since Todoroki was so kind to him and so sweet.
He thumbed through the notebook which he suspected to be the correct one.
"It's this" He muttered to himself, seeing that it was indeed his piled-up notes and multiple letters circled, then crossed them out over sentences that didn't make much sense. "Look, Todoroki" He showed him his notebook, showing him his deductions regarding their connection, among them, you wrote down the possible connection on a physical level that they could have. "I also assumed that we could feel each other's physical pain"
Todoroki stared in fascination at his notes, engrossed in the content, as he delicately passed the page with his graceful hands in a subtle manner, a detail that in Midoriya's eyes was simply sublime.
Seeing Todoroki thumbed through the pages of his notebook was a sublime experience.
"I didn't make notes" Todoroki commented, stopping to leaf through. "But, I got to think a lot about what it was what united us, if it was a symbiotic union or something similar"
"Symbiotic?" Midoriya repeated, embarrassed. "I noted something similar, but I thought it sounded very primitive, even very animal, don't you think?"
"Yes." He locked his bichromatic eyes on his. "But, animal or not, there may be a link of that magnitude between us"
"You say it is because there may be a probability that we feel the same kind of physical pain and also that we protect each other?" Midoriya guessed, frowning.
"Yes, that very thing" Todoroki confirmed, nodding in affirmation.
Midoriya came up with an idea, and would try to verify it in that instant.
"Todoroki, freeze my arm" He said abruptly, surprising his friend.
"What?"
"Freeze my arm, please" He asked kindly, getting rid of his uniform jacket and rolling up his white shirt, leaving his right arm bare.
"Won't you be very cold if I do it?" He hesitated, indeed, he doubted; in his eyes he looked at the restlessness and the discomfort of freezing his arm.
"Don't worry about it" He assured, reaching out his arm confidently. "Please do it, so we will see if it is true that we feel the same physical pain"
After a few seconds, Todoroki activated his ice and slowly froze his arm. Both faces watched the process closely, without uttering a single word.
Midoriya's arm gradually froze, also losing its mobility and its characteristic color, leaving it out in the open like a block of ice.
"Do you feel something?" Midoriya questioned expectantly.
"No" He replied a little disappointed. "I don't feel anything hurting me"
"Then it's not pain on a sensitive level?" Midoriya murmured, tying the thread of his own, he deduced a lapse of seconds, felt lightning squeeze his body, another assumption came to mind.
"What are you thinking about, Midoriya?" He asked intrigued.
"When we fight at the sports festival" He said. "Every time I hit you, I felt pain in the same areas where I had hit." Todoroki's eyes widened. "You didn't, you didn't felt something like that?"
"Right now that you mention it, yes" Todoroki replied, running a hand across his forehead. "In the fight with Stain, it hurt not on the same level as you, but the area where you hurt yourself, that is, the ankle" He recalled; This time, Midoriya widened his eyes in amazement. "Or when they hit you, it hurts in the same area where they hit you, but not at the same level, if not a minimum, I feel tingling and numbness in the body"
"Me too!" He chanted in amazement. "When Kacchan tugged at your hair in their confrontation, I felt a tingling and numbness in my head."
The two turned to stare at each other with embarrassed eyes, their mouths open in amazement.
"We have to investigate this as soon as possible" Todoroki concluded urgently.
Midoriya nodded.
As soon as they reached that implicit agreement between them, they began to investigate their connection, looking between books in the school library, reading articles in the city bookstore, even buying copies that were relevant over topics related to time.
It was very difficult for them to find important data, since they didn't know the exact name of the Quirk that controlled them and protected them from dying; that Quirk of the time that didn't appear in any book they read recorded in the record books about Quirks.
They came to the remote conclusion that the investigation would be much more complicated than they believed, especially if they had obstacles in their way.
Kacchan was a demanding boyfriend, a mechanism to hide his insecurity; even so, Midoriya knew him better than the palm of his hand, better than any other human being in this universe.
He was more than aware that Kacchan would be bothered by the sudden closeness with Todoroki, but he wouldn't tell him the reason for his situation, because it was something of two to solve, despite the fact that he was his boyfriend and he loved him very much, however, he had things he didn't want to explain to him.
Midoriya regretted having to hide things from Kacchan, but that was how he decided to leave things, leaving them latent and alive in the atmosphere, without being confessed.
His silence didn't matter, it didn't matter not saying anything to Kacchan, those superficialities didn't matter.
He didn't mind hearing Kacchan yell at him for his inattention, because his screams were far from him to listen to.
He didn't care if his friends cared about the dark circles under his eyelids, what did it matter?
What was the value of unraveling himself in solving a matter that linked him and his best friend?
What did it matter to ignore everyone and focus on a discovery?
Todoroki did exactly the same thing: ignore everyone, except him.
Ignorance towards others, led to understand something beyond what knowledge could lead them, so what did it matter if their close ones cared?
It took them a few months to find a way to strengthen their thirst for knowledge, after having read all the books in the school library, until finally, Todoroki found what they were looking to die for.
The book contained fragments of time, fragments of a very peculiar Quirk that brought two people together in order to maintain a symbiotic relationship, a permanence of the soul to protect and support each other until the end.
The Quirk of chronos was its name.
When they read it, they knew that this was the Quirk that had united them from birth, like a kind of umbilical cord that destined them to be together. An unbreakable cord, incapable of corrupting the soul itself. A carnation-colored cord, interspersed with their blood, their scarlet blood.
The book included a special potion to summon the person who used that Quirk, so the two began to look for the necessary ingredients to make the potion before someone discovered them making strange concoctions in their rooms.
When buying all the ingredients, the most important ingredient was missing: blood. A few drops of their blood would be enough to finish preparing the mixture that they would later drink until the last drop of that liquid.
They got together at dawn to prepare the mixture, which took a lot of cooking from the fresh herbs, the bad-smelling herbs, such that it impregnated their rooms with a nascent bad smell that stank for hours.
They set fire by using firewood, because that was how it was written in the book, simmering each herb, then crushing it in a molcajete, and thus, putting it in separate jars.
Carrying out that process took them a month, where they were revealed preparing the weird mixture, leaving the use of blood at the end.
It occurred to him to draw blood through a razor, but the possibility arose that it would be very painful, so they chose to draw the blood using previously sterile syringes, purchased from any pharmacy.
Midoriya investigated for his part the process of drawing blood through the use of syringes, but what he contemplated was that Todoroki had bought very thick needle syringes, so, when he put the needle in the vein of the forearm, Todoroki complained of pain, squinting.
However, when it was Todoroki's turn to embed the needle into Midoriya's forearm, he was nervous to see him close one eye because from the pain, letting out a groan; Todoroki inserted the needle, burying it in Midoriya's artery, mistaking it for a vein, and as he extracted the blood, he noticed that the blood was not dark and thick, but bright and clean.
He drew the needle halfway through the extraction, without removing the tourniquet, evidently seeing the stream of blood that emerged from Midoriya's forearm like cascades.
They were both frightened by the jet of blood that was pouring out, trying with gauze to stop it, being useless to stop it from leaking out.
To his dismay, in that moment of panic, Kacchan entered his room, bringing him back a movie he borrowed, instantly getting angry to see that Todoroki was touching Midoriya's arm, from which it was bleeding profusely.
It was a disaster what happened next, because Kacchan beaten Todoroki, blows that numbed Midoriya's body, which fell unconscious in his bed as he couldn't bear the tingling of his entire body and the loss of blood.
Their investigation was threatened by the incident, and they realized that it had been a terrible idea to draw blood during the day, knowing that their classmates were probably awake; but their urgency and anxiety of knowledge brought out the best in them and they didn't think about the consequences of that action.
From there, they secretly saw each other again (Shortly before that day they planned to see each other in secret, Midoriya approached Kirishima that same week and asked him to please to keep Kacchan busy for at most one hour because he wanted to do his homework, to which his boyfriend's friend accepted without questioning him about it .Midoriya was no longer jealous of Kirishima, since he was dating Kaminari, another of his friends, and his closeness to Kacchan was pure friendship) and carried out the extraction of venous blood from Midoriya, which ended up being effective, since Todoroki was more focused and he used the same technique as Midoriya, also achieving an excellent extraction of blood, of which they froze in the refrigerator, labeling it as "overdue tomato soup" so that no one would drink it without permission.
Once they had everything to prepare the mix, they set a specific date to do it in a timely manner, in a precise and disciplined way, because there was no time for mistakes.
They didn't allow themselves to be wrong when making the final mixture, because the previous times when they prepared the herbs, they burned them or came out raw, and no, they had to be toasted, not flavored with charcoal.
Midoriya counted the days until the time would come when they would make the potion.
He counted them in advance, intrigued by what would happen once the potion was consumed.
He was intrigued by what would happen, the flame of curiosity ignited him, knowing beyond his birth, beyond the ordinary and ordinary, beyond the background of his origin.
He was already one step away from his discovery.
The day came and both Midoriya and Todoroki looked at each other sideways in class.
They hadn't agreed in which room they would do it or the place, they only had the date assigned.
In one of the periods between classes, Todoroki approached him, but in doing so, Kacchan became angry and stood up from the desk, threatening him not to approach his boyfriend. Midoriya stood up alarmed by his attitude, hugging him around the waist to calm him, accommodating his head between his back.
Kacchan was indeed furious with Todoroki, although being hugged, he calmed down from his rampant anger, before he made a scene in front of everyone in the class. Midoriya knew that Kacchan was protecting him in his aggressive and violent way, he knew it by seeing how he stood between them, imposing his body so that Todoroki couldn't approach him, taking him by the neck and yelling at him a string of threats with the vein of his temple throbbing in him.
Midoriya looked at his boyfriend with the same admiration with which he contained since childhood, hugging him very gently, trying to calm him with the heat that his body emanated promptly.
Kacchan gave in to his embrace, surrendering to his touch, successively hugging him back, not caring that the rest of the class looked at them with such sweet displays of affection. Kacchan held him, turning his back on Todoroki, who in a second handed Midoriya a paper in his hand, where he glimpsed that it had something written on it.
When he separated from Kacchan, he put the folded paper in his uniform pocket, so that minutes later he decided to open it in the middle of the class.
The message said:
In my room at 8pm. I'll wait be waiting.
Midoriya turned to see his friend, nodding shortly, saying with his eyes "I'll be there." Todoroki nodded, flashing a small, delighted smile.
By seven o'clock in the afternoon, Midoriya was in Kacchan's room, studying together, hoping that those weren't his last minutes with him, since he didn't know what would happen once drinking the potion; In addition, in the book the after-taking wasn't recorded on what will happened after drinking the potion.
They left it to the mystery of whoever read it interpreted it according to their point of view.
Kacchan studied, taking him by the hand whenever he saw him distracted; He blushed when his boyfriend did that, because he still got very shy in situations like that.
In a moment of vulnerability, he launched himself at Kacchan's lips, capturing them in a sweet kiss. At first, Kacchan gasped in surprise, recovering almost instantly, returning the kiss, increasing its intensity.
Midoriya had noticed for a long time that Kacchan had liked kissing, perhaps he sensed it when they were in middle school, and when he opened his eyes a little, he observed that he had them very closed, enjoying the simple action of kissing him.
He sensed it when Kacchan began to relax his breathing, deepening it, slowing it down as he released a small, sharp gasp, when he bit his lower lip, and drew him closer to his mouth, placing a hand on the back of his neck.
Midoriya opened one eye, squinting at him, watching Kacchan gently surrender to kiss him, to protect him, to care for him, and to treat him with respect. Never in his years of knowing him did he consider Kacchan a vulnerable boy, but since they started dating, he had to see a lot of that facet of his where he was romantic, gentle, sweet, all those characteristics that he never imagined he could adopt.
Kacchan was so sweet to him and over time that sweetness was increasing, that it was easy for Midoriya to deduce that Kacchan loved him too much to release him; that detail, made him intuit that Kacchan thought of having him forever.
To simply put, to don't break his relationship with him.
He didn't conjure anything else, that Kacchan would keep him on his side always, because he couldn't be without him.
Separating from his lips, Midoriya hugged him, laying his head between his chest to feel his warmth and ingest his scent. He remained in his arms until the time came when he was uncertain.
At eight o'clock at night, Midoriya was in Todoroki's room, preparing the potion that was indicated for two people.
The two fixed their avid eyes at every step, doing it exactly as it had been written in the book. The horrible smell of the mixture did not affect their senses, on the contrary, it motivated them to heat everything and mix it in the cauldron they got from an antique sales website.
"It's ready" Todoroki blurted out excitedly, placing the liquid content in the thin glass the exact and precise portion in each one. The liquid had a pale pink color, due to the coloration of its blood when mixed with other liquid and solid ingredients.
"It's time to drink it to the last drop" Midoriya proclaimed, inspiring enthusiastically. The two looked at the glass for a few seconds, then swallowed the potion at the same time, completely emptying the glass without leaving traces of the potion in it.
They left the glass on the floor, anxiously waiting for some physical or chemical reaction within their organism, but nothing happened in an hour of being awake waiting for a strange sensation. Nothing happened.
Disappointed by the result, they went to sleep, not suspecting what was coming.
Neither Todoroki nor Midoriya knew what would happen under their control.
The next morning, Midoriya had had a very strange dream.
In that dream, he saw a panorama of bluish color, invaded by a hand of stars of different brightness, witnessing a sensation of floating in a bubble. He floated in pendulum movements, similar to those of a clock, feeling his whole body falter.
No matter how many times he tried to get out of the bubble that imprisoned him, it was impossible to get rid of it.
When he woke up, he felt tired, as if he hadn't slept all night, despite having slept for eight hours straight.
He didn't want it to be noticeable, but the fatigue was consuming him as he went to eat breakfast with the rest in the dining room and then go to his classes.
He saw Todoroki show the same signs of tiredness as he did, which seemed strange to him, because there was no point in feeling so tired if they did nothing to make them witness so much exhaustion.
To his disgrace, they had a speed test in All Might's class, so he made an effort to put on his hero costume, feeling that his limbs were heavy as if he had resistance bands on each limb pulling him with gravity force towards the ends of the earth.
He admitted it fervently: he was afraid.
What if they made the potion wrong and it was affecting his system?
Had they made poison instead of a potion to summon the person who possessed the Quirk of time?
He was concerned that the procedure hadn't been performed well, although everything indicated otherwise, because they followed everything to the letter, there were no flaws in the calculation of each ingredient.
What could have gone wrong?
While in class, they divided them into teams to make it easier for students to take the test; as soon as he heard what All Might was saying, pretending that the voices of everyone around him were heard far from his perception.
Kacchan suddenly took him by the hand and led him to the boys' locker room. He was so languid that he simply let himself be guided by his boyfriend.
Kacchan pinned him to the wall, prostrating his manly hands on his shoulders. His face showed extreme concern for his condition.
"W-what's wrong, Kacchan?" He articulated difficultly.
Kacchan clicked his tongue, restraining himself from yelling at him.
"Stay here" He ordered authoritatively. "You're not going to train, I mean, look at you, you're sick"
"What? No Kacchan" He intercepted in alarm, wasting the little energy he had left. His boyfriend twitched more.
"Don't be a fool, Deku!" He shook him with his hands, his body reacted moving along with those movements, without resisting. It looked like it was made of jelly. "You can't even move!"
"I'll go to train." He shook off his hands, walking weakly to the exit.
"With a hell, Deku!" Kacchan yelled impatiently. "Do whatever you want, and don't think I'll worry about you if something happens to you" He pointed at him, leaving the dressing room faster than he did.
Of course he was lying when he said that he wouldn't care about him, when in fact, he was quite concerned about his condition, and it was especially evident in his eyes.
Those harsh red eyes that looked at him rudely, hid behind his pupils everything that was repressed and Midoriya caught the words that he repressed, and he perceived within that supposed rudeness on all his surface, a feeling of concern and love for him.
Midoriya barely returned to the training area, seeing Todoroki the same way he was feeling.
What exactly was happening?
What was all that heaviness in his limbs? Midoriya felt as if his body was rejecting itself, repelling itself as a loose cockroach.
His body was alienating itself resembling that it didn't belong to this world, or perhaps it no longer belonged to this world?
The sound that the first group could begin to compete in the test was emitted, his eyes began to capture a bluish color in the entire atmosphere of the place, a blue full of calm, of a harmony that caressed his soul.
It was a blue so beautiful as to utter a word, he looked at the blue with thirst, noting that an infinite blanket of twinkling stars appeared. Those stars absorbed him with their magnetic force, invited him to plunge into their mercy, to approach them and accept to join them in their friction, in their sweet charm.
As he gazed at them, the heaviness of his body gradually decreased, as did his thoughts, which lost their clarity, lost the stirrups of consciousness.
The stars… he said to himself, they look so beautiful, he smiled moved.
He didn't anticipate that his body began to fail, his legs buckled and fell to the ground, his mind began to stab and hurt, his eyes were still focused on the stars, perceiving that they were growing in size, just like the pain in his head.
"Welcome Izuku" Said a voice between the murmurs of his friends running to see what was happening to him, although he ignored them, because he only observed the sweet stars floating in the atmosphere and that voice that numbed him. Welcome to where? He said to himself among the little sanity he had left, is it that I'm going into time?
He put both hands to his chest, suffocated by the intensity with which the voice invited him to accompany her.
"You will know everything that had you so intrigued" She whispered over his ear, like a breeze, "Tell me, Izuku, what are you seeing right now?"
"Blue" He muttered weakly. "Blue and stars"
"You are very close to reaching time"
"Everything, everything hurts" He said in a whisper, raising his hands to his ears, covering them from the intense blizzard that hit his senses.
"Your friends will find out what you have done" The female voice let him know that and a flame of concern ignited in his chest.
"They shouldn't know!" He howled in pain. "They shouldn't know!" He repeated, feeling other hands shake him, other voices outside his own shaking him to make him react.
"They'll know everything if you don't give yourself to me"
His howls fell silent, and he again turned his attention to the stars, which shone in graceful twinkles, wrapping him in soft caresses over his skin.
"Give yourself up Izuku" She whispered in a voice similar to a sea breeze. "Give yourself to me, Izuku"
Give himself up? If he indulged in that feeling, could he find the connection he had with Todoroki?
Would he find what intrigued him so much?
"Give yourself up Izuku" The female voice repeated.
Midoriya was enraptured by that sensation that that message filled with a certainty that he couldn't conjure, but rather surrender to that soft blizzard that invited him, allowing himself to be absorbed by the stars and the beautiful blue color.
He gave himself up to that emptiness, seeing black, but when he saw absolute darkness, no fear seized him, because gentle hands hugged him as he fell in free fall into that uncertain and unsuspected void.
Give himself up? If he had already given himself blindly to the will of time.
He gave himself up to the vast and still blue, to the beautiful stars, floating in an atmosphere similar to being sunk in the very deep ocean, hearing nothing, thinking nothing, reasoning nothing, feeling pain, even feeling nothing aggressive against his body.
"Welcome Izuku" That same voice wrapped him, that being the only thing he could capture in his sleepy body.
He, without knowing exactly what was happening around him, already knew where he was standing:
He had just reached the core of the Quirk of Time.
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P.S. What did you think of this chapter? I started it just like I started the first chapter, but with his new relationship with Kacchan.
I invented the name of the Quirk of time and everything that makes it up.
I was inspired and stretched it out more than I needed to, but I wanted to deepen the plot.