Izuku straightened, his gaze lingering on Michael with quiet intensity.
— You feel it too, don’t you? he said softly.
Michael’s brow furrowed.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfRCAWU6c0S
— Feel what?
Izuku’s eyes didn’t waver.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnTkJFB2gn4
— The weight of this place. The way it clings to you, even when you don’t know why.
Michael swallowed hard, a shiver running down his spine.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHeQc6hRQLZ
— I… I don’t understand.
Izuku stepped closer, calm but deliberate, almost as if he knew exactly how Michael would react.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFPyyQ2kPdt
— Sometimes… memories aren’t just yours. They live in the walls, in the floors… even in the people who remain. You can feel them, even if you can’t see them.
Michael glanced around, uneasy. Shadows twisted across the room as the wind rattled the broken windows.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0kpai6hMHl
— You mean… like echoes?
Izuku’s lips curved slightly, just enough to unsettle him.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXzrVXwuyue
— Exactly. Echoes. Some are faint… some are loud. Some stay hidden until someone stirs them awake.
Michael’s heartbeat quickened.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHmuj8tvIxl
— And… what happens if they wake up?
Izuku leaned on the desk, lowering his voice.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡccbmPRNgon
— Then you feel the past pressing on the present. Confusion. Fear. Regret. Sometimes… even guilt.
Michael’s hands trembled.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYDmFwjS6Em
— And you… you’ve felt that?
Izuku nodded slowly, eyes flicking to the photo on the desk.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHnck69dy1v
— I’ve felt enough to know that ignoring it doesn’t help. Some things… you have to confront, even if you’re not ready.
Michael swallowed again, a cold realization creeping in. The boy in front of him seemed… older, wiser, like he carried more than Michael could ever imagine. Every careful movement, every measured word, hinted at knowledge Michael didn’t possess.
Izuku picked up a file, flipping it open with deliberate precision.226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCwyKuF3fsB
— Memories… are tricky, Michael. They hide. They reveal. And sometimes… they choose the moment to come back.
Michael stayed silent, feeling the house around them pulse with unspoken secrets. He didn’t know it yet, but the night was only beginning, and the echoes that Izuku stirred would change everything he thought he understood.
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and then Add to home screen.