Pelydryn

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    Seasonal stories submitted to the WinterKnights Fest.

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  1. Public Bookmark 3

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    The leader, which Izuku guessed since they stood ahead of the main group, took a few quick steps towards him.

     

    His long, shaggy blue hair rested on slouched shoulders as he raised his arms with a sharp glint in his eyes. His long black coat gripped by many gloved hands, flowed slightly at the gesture.

     

    The man’s dry lips smiled as he muttered a single sentence.

     

    “Welcome Home, Dark Hero.”

     

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    Izuku wakes up with no memories of the past 3 years and is forced to forget all his morals to complete project Lethe for the League Of Villains. Fighting to get his memories back he deals with life undercover in UA while haunted by dreams of someone he cant remember.

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    25 Sep 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 8

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    Izuku couldn't sleep.

    A walk to the convenience store seemed harmless enough, until he heard a girl calling for help from an alley.

    He stepped in. He got her away. And when the man turned on him, Izuku hit him.

    Once.

    By the end of the night, Izuku is sitting in a police station with a bandaged hand while Aizawa tries to understand how one of his students managed to put a grown man in the hospital.

    But Izuku isn't scared because he regrets what he did.

    He's scared because he doesn't.

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    25 Sep 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 54

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    He counts down in his head, waiting out Shigaraki’s movements. Shigaraki inches nearer, two fingers on Asui’s face, then three. Shouta holds his breath, readying his quirk. At the fourth finger he lets it activate, pleading with his body to not blink, to never blink. 

    But then there’s a blur of green and a splash, and Midoriya is where Asui once was. It throws his timing off. Shouta blinks, opening his eyes just in time to see the fifth finger land around Midoriya’s throat. 

    Time slows down, as if to mock him. Shouta can’t make out Midoriya’s pained cry, can’t hear Asui’s uncharacteristic curse through the pounding of his blood in his ears. The only thing he can do, with the last beats of his consciousness, is watch in slow motion as the skin and muscle unravel from Midoriya’s throat. Glassiness blooms in Midoriya’s eyes as his body falls into the water, limp. Shouta’s heart leaps and sticks in his throat. Overcome with the knowledge that even in his last moments, his sacrifice wasn’t enough to save Midoriya, Shouta shuts his eyes. 

     

    Or...Izuku's feet move on his own at the USJ and he takes Shigaraki's quirk for Tsu. His death is and is not what it seems.

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    24 Sep 2026

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    Class 1-A has an ongoing bet of how Midoriya will hurt himself. But none of them could have prepared for how it happened.
    Common colds were Not on the bingo card.

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    21 Sep 2026

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    Shouta's gaze moved to his hand, where a tiny, chubbier one wrapped around his index finger.

    He looked at the kid whose eyes are puffy, red, and shiny like he's been crying and giant green irises stared at Shouta’s hand with a level of focus that only a child can have. He turned his gaze to the mother intending to get her attention but the notion died as he scanned the woman, distracted with a not-so-good looking phone call if the worried frown pinching her face and her fingers wringing in the front of her cardigan is any indication.

    He sighed and let the kid play with his fingers, cooperating by turning his hand over when it was gently tugged, and watched the toddler count the lines on his palm in tiny murmurs and intense concentration, poking each one as he went, tired little sniffles every few seconds filling the silence. Looks like Shouta isn’t the only one who had a shitty day.

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    Aizawa Shouta, a new prohero, planned on getting some sleep on the train after a long exhausting day, like he always does, before heading back to the police station, but his plans get left at the train stop when a young mother and her toddler board his train.

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    21 Sep 2026