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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 turkish angura was well aware of power from a very young age. Since he was a kitten he watched others in power with stars in his eyes. Childish dreams and the ability to be born with a quirk- with some hidden power hidden just under her skin created an alamgamation of childish hope, his stubborn pride keeping that dream alive until the feline reached the ruins of a crumbled city. When he saw just how dangerous people with powers were- his first ever villian didn't even use their quirk on him- but they didn't need to get his point across.

He learned many of things that day. That there was no such thing as a black and white world, villains were martyrs to their own cause, and a 'hero' was just someone unable to see that. Too busy curbing casualties to go for the root of the problem. That power was corruptible, and the more power you had the more corruptible you were. Deku was too aware of himself to not realize that the hope- crushed into the ground, grew something in it's rotten roots. Something that was made from fear, stemmed from hate and tasted much too bitter on his tongue. Contempt. Maybe there was a chance for the black feline to grow into a new power- maybe he will someday find his own power thrum under his skin one day. But he had stolen that right from under him, and deku had given it up freely.

As his world broke he found a new dream along the shards of it. No longer idealizing what he could not have, he turned his attention purely on himself and what he could do. He vowed never to be ignorant to even a villain, and his cause was not as selfish as some petty power-freak trying to seek validation by killing someone so misunderstood. It was a careful world he lived in, armed only with his determination and willingness to learn he took to the first ever 'villain' that ever taught him the world was wrong. And shadowed them until there was nothing left to learn.

Along the way he had killed many. People who only wanted to help and desperate people he could not save. Dangers that threatened him and what he built for himself. He was still young, still a child- technically. But he had seen too much to be considered innocent any longer. Too Preoccupied with keeping whatever grasp of the power other's used mercilessly for himself. For others secretly. To save the unsalvageable and damn all the rest.

Bright neon green hues spotted a familiar offset of green along the white tundra he now called home. Izuku panic rolling off in waves- even from this distance, it was like a taste of chocolate on his tongue. Bittersweet and sour. The Powerfull being crippled- brought down a peg made him feel satisfied. Justified a little bit in his own cause. But this was a clanmate, someone who greeted him with a smile even as nervousness rolled off him in waves. The Turkish angoura knew better than anyone what it was like to have a dream crushed, it just so happened his counterpart would have to learn that after getting everything he ever wanted.

Deku prowled closer, cautious but sure. "Izuku." It wasn't as if he were powerless like Deku. The brush of electricity that zapped along his pelt was enough to sign of that. and it set his teeth on edge still. To see power so blatantly used, a child so easily corruptable he yearned to tap into it himself. To pull the other kid- much like himself onto his side. But power was addicting, Deku knew better than to let the thought- the hope of friendship last longer than a moment. "You look a little lost there."

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