I have made a grave mistake.
I'm so cold it burns me from the inside out.
My soul!
Oh, my soul, where in this snowstorm of defeat have you wandered off—for heat?
I thought Hell was full of fire and brimstone, smoke and fury. I was wrong.
I was wrong!
My Hell freezes over. It flows through my veins like the deep ocean, transforming my bones and blood into icy tendrils. My body, a tundra, a chilling grave.
Beneath my ribs, an icebox has replaced my heart.
I tremble as my blood finally runs hard, a terrible sensation spreading across my chest. The hard bottom of an iceberg crushesmy hopes and dreams. Fearing my desires claw at my fingertips, biting off my nerve and its endings. Extinguishing my fire. I believe my organs have frozen in stasis. If only I could join them in suspending time because I can feel the last embers of Explosion sparking and dying within me. My Quirk is desperately trying to keep me alive using its last bit of strength before it, too, is blown out.
In the end, there is only me.
I still have me.
There exists a level in Hell where all of one's gravest past mistakes manifest as their current consequences of condemnation.
I am here.
My last thought hardens me: Is this purgatory—or is this death?
Izuku, am I going to die? Again? Without you?
My brain freezes. My organs shut down. My heart nears its stopping beat...
I don't care if God exists; still, I feel forsaken.
Left out in the cold, I froze alone. My body turns to stone as I sink to the ocean floor.
A sharp gust of wind overwhelms my lungs—I'm not dead, the thought flashes front of mind, though I dare not open my eyes. A strong current of lapping waves sluices cold water over me—I am alive.
No. Though it was freezing all around and within me, it wasn't water.
It is power. The raw strength of hot winds binds me up and holds me close.
My lungs heave for air. I gasp and fling my eyelids open, wildly searching for myself and why I am no longer a frozen corpse. For who resurrected me from the dead?
"Kacchan," a soft voice smiles beyond the grave. Its conviction pumps life back into my heart. "I'm here. You're okay."
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