"World of the outside, world of the inside"
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Outside world.
Inside world.
Is there perhaps any difference between those two worlds? Or are they the same?
Midoriya Izuku had that dilemma, feeling his body as light as a feather, navigating between an infinite blue that clarified the senses and deepened the tranquility of the eyes.
Outside world.
Inside world.
Which one did he belong to?
The simple was vainly delimited from the complicated, the complicated was submitted to the threads of the simple; What is it that he knew from before and now ingested as his?
He gave himself openly to the ends of time, to its nets, to its timeless fabric, to its gentle mercy.
His physical body was left behind, inert, languid, cold.
That body was part of the past, at least for the reason that he was moving in the core of time.
He felt strong and powerful, his heart thumping eagerly and joyfully, his feet leaping from one end to the other, encompassing the firm ground he was passing through.
The world outside was a world that caused him pain, that damaged him, that humiliated him for being different. He never felt like he belonged to the outside world, because perhaps he never belonged to it.
The world inside him was warm and peaceful, something he never experienced when he was outside.
He just hoped that Todoroki was living that feeling of peace in those moments, because both had suffered for being different from what the others supposed they would be and turned out to be something different from what they predicted.
He just longed for that moment to last forever.
In the outside world, his classmates watched him, they shook him to see if he reacted, but didn't move an apex of his body. Nothing.
Midoriya could see what was also happening in the outside world, he managed to hear their voices, especially the voice of his boyfriend who was fixing his harsh red eyes on his body, in a mixture of stupefaction and fear.
His boyfriend's hands felt for him, looking for some damage, a problem, whatever, in order to make him return to the outside world.
What Kacchan was unaware of was that Midoriya didn't want to. He didn't long to return to the world outside.
"Deku!" He heard him scream at him desperately. "Deku, please wake up! What's the matter with you?" He was shaking him abruptly, without a bit of consideration for his body.
"He's so cold" All Might said, his mentor, watching him quietly, not knowing how to react. "Young Midoriya is frozen, just as young Todoroki is"
"They're both frozen" Yaoyorozu interjected. "It's strange, don't you think?"
"What?!" Kacchan exploded, re-inspecting his body, but was stopped by Kirishima and Kaminari, who were worse than lost in the matter. "Let me go, you idiots!" Kacchan protested. "Deku! Oi! Deku, I know you can hear me, idiot, wake up!"
Midoriya felt guilty for seeing Kacchan like that, behaving desperately that he didn't react.
His physical body suddenly convulsed, exalting everyone. The seizures originated because he was stumbling and falling into another scorching free fall as he was leaping into the world within, consequently the fall was burning so badly that he couldn't bear the sensation and began to writhe.
His physical body resented the pain of burning and convulsed in the world outside, as he writhed in the world inside.
"Look, the same thing happens to Todoroki too!" Yaoyorozu warned.
"What do I care about that bastard!" Kacchan roared, scared to see him convulse. "Damn! What's wrong with you, Deku?"
"We have to take them both with Recovery Girl" Iida imposed, keeping calm among his classmates. "Before this situation becomes weirder than it already is"
Midoriya no longer paid attention to them, because his free fall caused him enormous pain, but his body was light, weightless, rather than a transparency, he felt him engulf him in soft capes of caresses of the blizzards that crashed on his face.
His physical body twisted, stopping to convulse, stopping abruptly, then bending backwards, withdrawing from being touched.
"You shouldn't know!" His voice exclaimed, unconscious.
Kacchan lunged for him with his hands, but his body moved on its own and spun away, spinning wildly from side to side. Everyone looked at him petrified, including his boyfriend, who although he did not admit it, was the most worried.
Midoriya kept falling into the world inside, even though his physical body did his best not to be awakened from his reverie.
"No ...!" That scream came from his voice, imploring them not to wake him up.
"What happens to both of them?" Yaoyorozu asked, placing a finger under his chin, skeptical of such a situation. "They do the same thing at the same time"
The rest of Group 1A was shocked, incredulous at such a deduction, to which Midoriya shouted a desperate cry again:
"No...!"
He no longer wanted to pay attention to those voices, to the suggestions, he didn't want any of that.
In exact consciousness, before he did long to wake up, but as he fell, entering the background of the nucleus of time; taking off through the air continuously.
Where did that fall take him?
Unfortunately, they took his physical body with Recovery Girl on their backs, although what did it matter whether they took it or not? He was perfectly aware in the world inside and they wouldn't get him out of there with all the united wills of his companions, because it didn't work. He would make sure of that, as long as he had consciousness, which he did, and perhaps better consciousness than in the outside world.
His fall would be prolonged if he was disturbed any longer, if he wasted his physical body in trying to find a solution that they wouldn't find, because they would not be able to enter the world that he so happily enjoyed, no matter how much the pain of his fall caused him which, the voices of others did not diminish it, only worsened it.
"Izuku." The female voice wrapped around his ears, staggering him in a kind of vertigo.
He nodded, knowing that he would see no physical person in front of him.
"Don't worry about the rest" She whispered lightly in his ear. "I will see to it that you are not disturbed, as long as you remain here" She assured him softly.
He nodded back to an inaccurate point, allowing himself to fall into the dimness that absorbed him, catching a pulsing light appear, a light that grew and pretended to be a sun in the morning.
He looked up at that sudden warning, blinking against the ground.
To his surprise, he felt no pain.
Everything pretended to be light blood, soft rubs on the skin, palpitations of the heart sounding far from his being, from his past. That cruel and ruthless past that he wished many times to stop torturing him when he tried to go on, to look ahead with his eyes focused on the present.
And honestly, he hated the things that Kacchan did to him for over ten years, counting insults, nicknames, none, everything.
An electric current assailed him all over his spine, forcing him to turn forward, taking his green eyes to the unknown horizon, which, being disturbing, had a degree of clearness.
He saw his memories of Kacchan reflected in the blue atmosphere; He stared, the time Kacchan blew up his notebook and threw it out the window, followed by the suggestion to throw off the roof of the school to get a Quirk in his next life. Midoriya hated that memory, hated it for being so painful to bear.
He must have seen himself as a great idiot to become her boyfriend after so much suffering caused by him.
He saw with teary eyes that when he returned to the classroom for his backpack, Kacchan was waiting for him, he laughed in false enthusiasm, then attacked him with kisses, imprisoning him against the wall, then settling him on the floor, licking his neck and cheeks.
He had forgotten about that, at least that's what he wanted to believe in his blindness as a lover.
He saw when Kacchan pushed him countless times in childhood, he threw dirt on his face when he built a castle on the sand in the courtyard, he said "useless" every day, every time they saw each other he reminded him how useless his pathetic existence was; his pathetic existence of the child without Quirk.
To his horror, he remembered his first kiss again.
It had been the time he left the teachers' classroom after handing over the notebooks of his classmates, because that week he had to collect the notebooks and clean the classroom when it was empty. In short, he was in charge of school chores for that week.
Upon reaching the classroom, Kacchan looked at his desk, fondling his yellow backpack. In truth, he didn't know what his childhood friend did in the classroom, when he was supposed to be in the company of his friends.
"W-what are you doing here, Kacchan?" He trembled when speaking to him.
He raised his head, looking at him with eyes different from the rough eyes he was already very used to seeing.
They were eyes that reflected in his gaze a desire to possess him, to possess his entire body.
"Stupid nerd" He scoffed at him, heading to his place.
Seeing that memory, Midoriya wanted to cover his eyes so as not to see the horror that was happening, knowing that Kacchan had taken him by the wrists in a rush of his impulses, nailed him against the wall, and captured his lips.
The shock that his first kiss was experienced through an unromantic aura, with a person who proclaimed to the four winds that he hated him with all his being, was simply too strange to be real; however, Midoriya knew it was real, to his misfortune, he knew that this was the beginning of her high school torment for the rest of her senior year of high school.
Kacchan kissed him by sticking his lips to his, and as he struggled with fright, he gasped as he was pinned harder, and Kacchan licked his lips over it, consequently biting his lower lip with such rudeness that it bled.
Unfortunately, that had been their first kiss.
An anticlimactic kiss, which had ended with him bleeding from the lips, stamped against the wall, and his wrists bruised by the intense pressure that his childhood friend exerted when holding him against his will.
It was an inevitable condemnation by time, by the outside world, the one that caused so much damage.
Among that blue color, he realized that he never confessed to Kacchan how much it hurt him everything he did during those years that they had known each other, he didn't mention it since they started dating.
His relationship with Kacchan was part of a narrow reflection, a mirage of his person, a soliloquy of his longings assailed by laziness and temperance. His being was broken with seeing those images of his past, seeing that Kacchan hurt him over and over and over again without stopping, without precedents, without stop hitting him, without stopping telling him how much he hated him.
How did Kacchan love him?
With what need did he hurt him, and then tell him that he loved him?
He made it known to him by brushing his skin with his fingers, sharing his time with him, eating together, giving him sweet kisses, hugging him whole, saying "I love you" with every beat, with every sense in which his eyes met in the course of things.
One thing led to another, a roar moved to another, a scratch transformed into a punch directly to his face.
Tears streamed down his cheeks, covering his face. Is it that his life was destined for suffering? Or rather, doomed to him?
He used to think often about it during his middle school days, how much he believed he didn't belong to the outside world, to the brutal subjugations of its blizzards, to the cold he always felt in his entire being, inside him.
The cold lived in him, flew over, floated, consumed his wails through the ashes on which he fed.
Exactly what was his purpose to exist?
What was his reason for being?
His mind was embarrassed, looking with the worst of faces at his past in front of him, noting how obscured he had been, like the words they told him, the little belief they had towards their future, or rather, little faith. .
Little faith in his dreams, in what he longed to achieve with his fingers, with his best smile.
He used to wonder, why did they have so little faith in him?
Was it due to his not so graceful appearance? That is, for being effeminate, delicate and sensitive.
Was it perhaps a reason for his dreams to be corrupted by someone else's hands?
No, it shouldn't be that way.
Seeing everything, Midoriya digested it in the form of a bitter gulp, being such a painful taste to swallow, having a dry and rough throat from every bad memory.
Even after having the OFA, the memories kept on being bad.
Outside world.
Inside world.
Did any sentence differ between each one?
If he chose to stay trapped in the world inside, would there be any repercussions for his physical body? Hopefully and no, because the world inside began to fill it with colors, with a calm horizon, just as he imagined when he was little and loneliness was part of his days as a high school student.
Did he, like his acquaintances, give him little faith to live from an existence so little valued for being himself, because since when did they accept him when he made his habits of mumbling when making his notes? Or when he trained only in the afternoons, did they praise him when he accomplished something? The comments he took were Kacchan's mistreatments and Uraraka's questions when she asked him why he trained every day.
Is it that all his habits were wrong?
Why did no one accept him for who he was?
It frustrated him a lot not knowing what it was that he was doing wrong, that he needed to be understood, what was wrong with him?
His taste ached to savor his misery, the product of his disappointment after contemplating every fragment of his life; Furthermore, he didn't understand why these images were happening to him, despite being encapsulated in the core of time.
"What is it that you can do?" He looked up, taking away that question Kacchan asked him, after learning that he wanted to enter the U.A.
Meanwhile, he never confessed to Kacchan that he was repeatedly suffocated by that question, even when they kissed, that question came to mind.
"What is it that you can do?"
And yes, what could he do?
Stay in the world inside?
Stay in the outside world?
I... pondered his ramblings, I belong to this world.
And with that, he jumped into the void, being wrapped by the narrow arms of time and its gentle caresses.
Soon, the accompanying blue disappeared, and a black cloud absorbed him entirely.
"Where are you going, Izuku?" Again, that female voice spoke to him so softly that it made him sleepy.
"Away from everyone" He replied, hanging from an inaccurate side, deep inside his own layers of skin: in his inescapable crape.
"Will you run away from Katsuki?" A gentle hand caressed his cheek, brushing away his dry tears, removing all traces that ever existed on his face.
"I-I don't know." He hesitated, really, hesitated to get away from Kacchan.
"It's more the pain that he caused you than joy." His eyes parted from that enormous emptiness that even his eyes couldn't see clearly. "I have seen all your life, Izuku, every fragment of your existence I have seen, that is why I know everything about you"
A white light suddenly shone, a gold outlined the features of a beautiful woman who leaned on his chest, caressing his cheeks. He caught in her white hair a glowing smile, denoting kindness. Something in that smile made him know that all his pain would soon end and that suffering that at the expense of his deductions used to be many times eternal, would stop hurting him.
"You are Shouto's soulmate." Her voice was so, so gentle that his body relaxed in her grip. If that beautiful woman was going to tear his life from him, she can do it at once, because he didn't intend to return to the outside world, he definitely wouldn't return.
He nodded, closing his eyes.
"You called me to show you your origin, didn't you?" She questioned him, and amidst her unparalleled beauty, Midoriya nodded, opening his eyes, half-opening them quietly. He was hypnotized when he saw the heavenly dance of the woman's hair, so that he felt himself floating inside a fish tank. The woman smiled happily at him, giggling slightly which meant she was satisfied with his answer. "Open your eyes widely, Izuku" He consequently obeyed. "I have always said that your eyes are beautiful emerald jewels that should be appreciated by the right person" In that, she placed her gentle hands on his chest, saying: "I will protect your physical body, before they hurt it, don't worry about nothing, you enjoy your stay here inside me "
"I'll stay here" He stated, putting both hands over that woman's. "Outside nobody accepts who I am"
"I know." She approached her face, of which Midoriya saw that it seemed to be made of porcelain, the finest porcelain of all that existed. "Izuku, find your soulmate here, once you do, try to trap me in my physical form, if you succeed, I'll tell you everything you want to know"
"Why don't you tell me now?" He whispered softly with a hint of curiosity, looking at the woman with all his attention devoted to her.
"You need your soul mate for this to work" She said, smiling at him. "If you are not together, it wouldn't have been worth having been invoked by you two"
"Where's Todoroki?"
She pressed her hands to his chest, pretending to be tree roots with the way they were distributed in his body.
"He's looking for you"
He shuddered as he felt his chest contract in anguish, in misery, remembering that question.
"What is it that you can do?"
"I will give you two options, Izuku" The woman instructed, without erasing her smile. "Once you catch me, I'll give you a choice whether you want to stay with me or return to the outside world"
His eyes widened like lightning flashes, a motivated smile on his lips.
At this moment, I will show you what is it that I can do, he thought projecting Kacchan into his mind, turning his sleepy exterior into determination to find Todoroki in the middle of all that universe of time.
The universe that provided so much calm in each fold, in each palpitation, in each corner of its infinite extension.
"I will" He agreed decidedly.
At that moment, the woman smiled and as she put more pressure on his chest, she expelled him away from her encounter, sending him back to the black cloud, hugging him from behind until he was lost in a world of darkness, with one thing in mind:
The real search for his origin was just beginning.
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P.S. The next chapter I will integrate the search of Midoriya and Todoroki and I think I will encourage myself and integrate the intervention of the woman who possesses the Quirk of time by protecting the bodies of Todoroki and Midoriya, so that nobody can't try to awaken them from their mission.