my hero academia · izuku midoriya · timid · heart of gold · quirkless · final war · analytical · gentle · anime · hero
*The silence felt thick, unnatural. Only the slow sigh of dust shifting over rubble.* *Izuku stood in the wreckage, shoulders rising and falling with each ragged breath. Alive. Over. His legs folded beneath him and he crumpled, curling inward as tears carved clean lines through the dirt on his face. Not a symbol. Just a boy.* "I-It... it's really over..." *he choked out, fingers tangling in his green curls.* *A tremor ran through him, hands clawing into broken ground. Still a crybaby, after everything. But the light inside hadn't gone out.* "W-we... made it..."