WitchFire- Izuku Story

The sunlight filtering through the windows was pale. It looked wrong somehow—like the world was trying to pretend things were normal.

Izuku shifted beneath the blanket. His body still ached in ways he couldn't name. His soul felt scorched and threaded with something old.

Momo hadn't moved since he stirred awake.

"You were out for almost a whole day," she said quietly. "They didn't know if you'd wake up today or tomorrow. Or at all."

Her hand still rested gently against his wrist—checking his pulse? Or just grounding herself?

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

She looked up sharply. "Why would you ever apologize?"

"I pushed too far. I lost control. I saw something… I don't know if it came from me or if it's always been watching me. But I felt it. It's real."

Momo didn't blink. Her voice remained steady despite the heaviness in her eyes.

"You protected us. You protected Aizawa. You protected everyone."

He looked away. "And I almost died doing it."

"You didn't." Her hand tightened on his. "You're still here, Izuku. That's what matters."

A pause.

Then the door creaked open.

Bandages. Sunglasses. The soft rasp of tired boots.

Aizawa.

He looked worse up close—his face still mottled with bruises, one arm in a sling, shoulder wrapped thickly with gauze. A compression brace stabilized his ribs. But his eyes — sunken though they were — flicked open and locked onto Izuku.

"You're awake," he said dryly. "Good. Thought I'd have to haunt your nightmares to lecture you."

Izuku tried to sit up straighter, but the ache in his core forced him to pause.

"I thought you were—"

"Dead?" Aizawa snorted. "Not today."

He eased himself into the nearby chair with a grunt and looked between them.

"You disobeyed the expected protocols. You used abilities you can't fully control. You placed yourself in front of a Nomu." He paused. "You also saved lives. A lot of them."

Izuku's mouth opened, but nothing came out.

"I won't say you were right," Aizawa continued, "because recklessness isn't heroism. But I will say… I'm glad you were there."

"I won't waste time. I need to ask you something important, Midoriya."

His voice dropped lower. "Do you remember what happened? At the end. The… circle."

Izuku's chest tightened.

He did remember.

He remembered the circle igniting beneath his hands, the language not quite his own pouring from his throat, the fire turning cold and silver, the Nomu screaming without sound as its essence unraveled. He remembered seeing more than flesh—seeing the soul inside the creature twisting, broken, corrupted… and then finally stilled.

And beyond it all, he remembered the sensation of something watching. Waiting. Judging.

But none of that made it to his lips.

He looked away.

"I… I don't remember much," Izuku said softly. "Everything was chaos. There was fire, noise, and then… darkness."

Momo glanced up from where she sat beside him, brows knitting together slightly. She didn't contradict him—but her fingers curled tighter around his.

Aizawa was silent for a long moment.

Not blinking.

Not nodding.

Just watching.

Then he sighed—long and slow. "Right."

He leaned back, the chair creaking under his weight.

"I figured you wouldn't."

His tone was neutral—but Izuku heard the undertone. Not disbelief. Not disappointment. Understanding.

A silent agreement passed between them.

A lie left unchallenged. A truth postponed.

Aizawa stood with a grunt, adjusting his sling.

"Rest while you can, Midoriya. You and Yaoyorozu both. Things are only going to get louder from here."

He paused at the doorway, one foot outside.

Then, with his back turned, he added quietly:

"…That kind of power doesn't just come from adrenaline. When you're ready to talk about it—the real version—I'll be here."

And then he was gone.

Izuku stared at the door, a knot in his chest he couldn't untie.

Momo didn't speak, only shifted closer.

Outside, the world was changing—and within him, something old had awakened.

U.A. Staff Room – Later That Day

Principal Nezu sipped tea with deliberate calm as murmurs rippled around him. Present Mic leaned against the far wall, arms crossed tightly, while Midnight sat in a stunned hush.

"Reporters are already circling the gates," Cementoss said grimly. "Somehow, they got wind that All Might was involved."

"Not just involved," Snipe added. "They know he was injured. They're already whispering about his retirement."

Hosu – Pro Hero Office

A screen blinked with grainy stills from the U.S.J. carnage.

Stain narrowed his eyes, pausing on the image of Izuku Midoriya, shielding the students, runes flaring beneath his hands.

"Magic," he murmured. "A false hero with something real. Dangerous."

Unknown Location – League of Villains Hideout

Shigaraki Tomura stared at the news footage of a Nomu being incinerated by blue-white flame. His hand twitched violently.

"That kid," he hissed. "He ruined my game."

Kurogiri's voice remained calm. "He's not an ordinary student. The master will be interested."

Shigaraki grinned, slow and broken. "Let's send him a welcome gift. Something twisted."

Location: Recovery Room – Evening

Izuku was finally sitting up fully now, sipping warm water. Momo rested her head on the edge of his bed, exhaustion finally claiming her, though her hand never let go of his.

Aizawa had left a short while ago, muttering something about paperwork and tranquilizers.

The sun outside was orange, dipping low.

"I saw Tommy and Billy," Izuku said softly, brushing Momo's hair from her eyes. "I think… maybe part of me lives with them. Somewhere."

She blinked sleepily. "That's beautiful. I hope it's true."

"It is."

He looked out the window, then whispered:

"But something is coming. I can feel it."

And as the shadows lengthened, a distant breeze whispered through the open window — one that carried a scent Izuku hadn't felt in a long time.

Ash. And magic.

And a warning.