Michael stood in the dimly lit office, the photo of young Izuku in front of him shaking slightly in his hands.
— You… you knew about all this? he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Izuku leaned against the edge of the desk, eyes calm, unreadable.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSbw7gKobI5
— I know enough. That’s all I need.
Michael frowned, unease gnawing at him.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVswGNSI6tv
— But… the experiments, the files… everything here… you… remembered it?
Izuku’s gaze drifted to the window, the moonlight casting a pale glow across his face.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhliUKMaw5j
— Pieces. Fragments. Enough to make sense of what’s left behind.
Michael took a step closer, flashlight trembling in his hand.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2HyN2fmAUH
— Why are you so… calm about all this?
Izuku tilted his head, letting the silence stretch.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiwrsnqfZwt
— Calm isn’t always what it seems. Sometimes it’s just… understanding what’s at stake.
Michael noticed the careful way Izuku moved, deliberate and precise, as if guided by memories Michael could never reach.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡriyqkf078r
— You… you’ve been here before?
Izuku shook his head faintly, voice steady.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoucRMxP0oa
— Not exactly. But some places… some events… they leave traces in ways you can’t forget.
Michael swallowed hard, glancing at the open files and drawers, feeling the weight of the unknown pressing down.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNVPDf6rIJ9
— And you… you’re just… telling me this because?
Izuku’s lips curved in a small, almost imperceptible smile.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFnjpFAdjaT
— Because you should know that this house remembers more than you think. And some of us… are more affected by it than others.
Michael nodded slowly, uneasy. He had no idea that the boy before him carried secrets far older and darker than he could imagine, that only their parents knew the truth, or that every calm movement, every careful word, was shaped by a past Michael had yet to uncover.
Izuku returned his attention to the files, opening one with methodical care.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqZajJiZtd5
— Some truths, Michael, he murmured, almost to himself, step slowly. Not everything is ready to be understood… yet.
Michael followed silently, feeling the tension of the moment but still unaware of the deeper truth hiding behind Izuku’s composed exterior.
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and then Add to home screen.