IzukuMidoriyadream

The white space was endless. No walls. No floor. No sky. Just light—soft, diffuse, and humming with a silence that felt almost sacred. Izuku stood barefoot in the middle of it, his breath steady, his heart calm but alert. He’d been here before. Night after night. Always alone. Until now. This time, there was someone else. A figure stood a few meters away, blurred slightly by the glow. Not threatening. Not familiar. Just… present. And that alone was enough to make Izuku’s pulse quicken.