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DREAMS MADE TO BE USED - WASTED ![div style="width: 90%;overflow: auto;text-align: justify;font-size: 8pt;background-color: #212121;font-size: 8pt;text-align: right;"] IZUKU "DEKU" MIDORIA - SNOWBOUND - STORAGE
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DREAMS MADE TO BE USED - WASTED ![div style="width: 90%;overflow: auto;text-align: justify;font-size: 8pt;background-color: #212121;font-size: 8pt;text-align: right;"] IZUKU "DEKU" MIDORIA - SNOWBOUND - STORAGE
The angora awoke peaceful. His own head quiet to the doubts that had once plauged him, the air still: carring no ill intent beyond his own. Sharp green eyes captured the landscape of ice. A fresh slate, even as ice raced up his limbs and settled deep into his bones it did little to chase away the kind of cold that lingered there- the cold that settled in when his name was ever uttered to him from red- red eyes of an beast he mistook for a friend.
No- nono. Now wasn't the time to think such thoughts. Deku lifted himself up from the unforgiving earth. Snow dusting the pitch of his pelt and showing the dark green that hid under it. Always an oddball- wasn't he? Odd and strange and so so easy to pick apart from the rest. Easy prey for the likes of bullies at a young age. But he grew, his dreams broken by his hero- but he was still alive. He had a new dream. Something to match the broken thing that stirred inside him. Shouldering the cold like atlas and commanding him to lift his head. to smell. tell me, what's there. A group. A home.
It wasn't wrong, the scent of the border wasn't far from here, and within the cold, his pelt was to the similarity of a flea on the skin. Not meant to blend in, easy to pick apart. but he was prepared this time. There would be no harsh words directed to him anymore. He wouldn't tolerate it. No- the broken shattered thing inside of him aimed everything dangerous outside itself. The walls being built. Strong. He was strong. He would not be bullied again.
When he approached the clan; he kept his posture relaxed. Stiff shoulders fell away into a pose that leaked confidence that was not faked. It was easy to get lost in his own mind- yes. But it was just as easy to let everything go. Easy to allow it all fall into the background of his mind until he could pick it apart carefully. Afterall- that was what he was made to do. No quirk insight as a kid- but all the brain. Quick as a blade and a tongue just as silver.The later learned with careful dodging careful steady hands guiding him.
He pulled to a stop near the border. Green pinprics set across the horizion within the border. Catching sight of barren trees and what looked like an actual settlement further in. Hmm.
No- nono. Now wasn't the time to think such thoughts. Deku lifted himself up from the unforgiving earth. Snow dusting the pitch of his pelt and showing the dark green that hid under it. Always an oddball- wasn't he? Odd and strange and so so easy to pick apart from the rest. Easy prey for the likes of bullies at a young age. But he grew, his dreams broken by his hero- but he was still alive. He had a new dream. Something to match the broken thing that stirred inside him. Shouldering the cold like atlas and commanding him to lift his head. to smell. tell me, what's there. A group. A home.
It wasn't wrong, the scent of the border wasn't far from here, and within the cold, his pelt was to the similarity of a flea on the skin. Not meant to blend in, easy to pick apart. but he was prepared this time. There would be no harsh words directed to him anymore. He wouldn't tolerate it. No- the broken shattered thing inside of him aimed everything dangerous outside itself. The walls being built. Strong. He was strong. He would not be bullied again.
When he approached the clan; he kept his posture relaxed. Stiff shoulders fell away into a pose that leaked confidence that was not faked. It was easy to get lost in his own mind- yes. But it was just as easy to let everything go. Easy to allow it all fall into the background of his mind until he could pick it apart carefully. Afterall- that was what he was made to do. No quirk insight as a kid- but all the brain. Quick as a blade and a tongue just as silver.The later learned with careful dodging careful steady hands guiding him.
He pulled to a stop near the border. Green pinprics set across the horizion within the border. Catching sight of barren trees and what looked like an actual settlement further in. Hmm.
I'LL BREAK THIS IF I H A V E TO —
TELL ME THE GOOD THAT WOULD DO
TELL ME THE GOOD THAT WOULD DO