Izuku stood silently, watching Michael’s face.
— You know why I came back, Michael, he said softly. Not to hurt anyone… but to remember.
Michael swallowed hard.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2uheNdZkKk
— Remember what?
Izuku’s eyes darkened, distant, almost mechanical.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGYOdEM3Pm9
— Everything. The experiments. The others. The fear. The way they tried to control us… to erase us.
He stepped closer, his voice barely a whisper.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaqx6G60JMF
— I wasn’t just a child in that house. I was a project. A vessel. And now… I am awake.
Michael felt a chill creep up his spine.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5ecLUSbNBC
— Awake? What do you mean?
Izuku’s gaze pierced him.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh5nHsBHhoZ
— I mean that I remember it all. Every memory they tried to bury, every face, every scream. And some of those memories… they aren’t mine alone.
Michael gripped the edge of the desk, trembling.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbcnFYqYslL
— What are you going to do?
Izuku tilted his head, almost sadly.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡALarsseZNL
— I have to finish it. I have to face it. And maybe… only then, can I be free.
The room was silent except for the faint hum of the old heater. Michael realized the weight of the moment: he wasn’t just facing a boy—he was facing a lifetime of stolen memories, trauma, and something far darker.
— Then… I’ll help you, Michael said quietly. Even if I don’t understand, I can’t let you face it alone.
Izuku’s lips curved into the faintest, almost human smile.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5dTw0EFNfR
— Then stay close. But remember… some truths are heavier than you can carry.
The two of them stood there, the past and present converging in the dim light of the office. Outside, the wind rattled the windows, as if the house itself was listening.
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and then Add to home screen.