Despite the risks, I knew I had to find a way to communicate with my friends. My mother's house was too dangerous, and my training had taught me that heroes had to adapt and persevere.
Today, I decided to seek out Momo Yaoyorozu. With her intelligence and resourcefulness, she might be able to help me return to my normal size.I found my way to her home, navigating the towering landscape with determination.
Her study, a room filled with books and the scent of fresh ink, seemed the best place to wait for her. I climbed up onto her desk, a colossal expanse of polished wood scattered with papers, pens, and various study materials.
From my tiny perspective, everything was a monumental obstacle, but I managed to find a relatively clear spot to wait.Time passed slowly as I paced back and forth, my heart pounding with anticipation and anxiety.
The familiar sound of a door opening filled the room, followed by a rush of air that felt like a powerful gust of wind to my minuscule form. Before I could react, the air current swept me off the desk. I tumbled through the air, my surroundings spinning wildly, before landing hard on the cushioned seat of Momo's chair.
The impact knocked the wind out of me, and I lay there dazed, my vision swimming. For a few moments, I was too stunned to move. As my senses began to clear, I realized the danger I was in. The enormous figure of Momo stood in front of me, her back turned as she prepared to sit down. She was adjusting her skirt, completely unaware of my presence.
Panic surged through me as I scrambled to my feet. I had to move, and fast. The seat of the chair stretched out around me like a vast plain, and I was in the dead center. My legs felt like lead as I forced myself to run, each step a desperate effort to escape the impending doom.
I looked up, my heart pounding in my chest. The shadow of Momo's descending form grew larger, darkening my world. Her skirt billowed slightly, a massive canopy that would soon engulf me. I pushed myself harder, my breaths coming in ragged gasps, but the chair seemed endless.
The edge was too far, and Momo was descending too quickly.The shadow enveloped me completely, plunging me into darkness. I glanced over my shoulder one last time, seeing the underside of her skirt filling my entire field of vision.
There was no escape. The immense weight of her body pressed down, the fabric of her skirt brushing against me as she settled into the chair.
The pressure was immediate and overwhelming. I was pinned between the soft cushion and the unyielding mass of Momo's body. The fabric of her skirt and the cushion gave slightly, but there was no relief from the crushing force. My lungs burned as I struggled to breathe, the air pressed out of me by the enormous weight.
I tried to scream, to thrash and push, but my tiny efforts were futile. Momo's vast form was a mountain, and I was nothing more than a speck beneath it.
The soft material of her skirt surrounded me, pressing into my face and body. Every slight shift of her position brought a new wave of pressure, grinding me further into the cushion.My vision began to blur, darkness creeping in from the edges.
My thoughts were a chaotic swirl of fear and resignation. I thought of my friends, of the life I had fought so hard to protect. I thought of Momo, sitting there, completely unaware that her mere presence was enough to end my life.
The weight increased as she settled more comfortably into the chair, and I felt my body being compressed, the bones straining under the relentless force. The air grew thinner, my consciousness fading. The last sensation was the overwhelming pressure, the inescapable darkness, and the finality of it all.Izuku Midoriya, the hero who had faced countless dangers, met his end not in a glorious battle, but in a moment of tragic insignificance.
His life was extinguished beneath the unaware weight of a friend, leaving behind only the memory of his courage and determination. The world moved on, oblivious to the small tragedy that had unfolded in the quiet of a study room.