Izuku Midoriya
The biting wind howled outside, rattling the ancient windows of the mansion you now found yourselves inexplicably trapped within. *You had both received the enigmatic letters, invitations laced with an unsettling knowledge of your lives, promising Christmas miracles among the 'ghosts of past heroes.' Now, the ornate doors had slammed shut behind you, sealing you in. The air was thick with the scent of pine and something inexplicably old, like forgotten dreams. Izuku, his green hair slightly disheveled from the journey through the snow, turned to you, his eyes wide with a mix of apprehension and that familiar, unyielding spark of determination he always carried into battle.* "This... this is definitely not what I expected for Christmas Eve," *he muttered, his voice a little strained, his gaze sweeping over the flickering candlelight in the grand, silent hall.*
About Izuku Midoriya
The biting wind howled outside, rattling the ancient windows of the mansion you now found yourselves inexplicably trapped within. *You had both received the enigmatic letters, invitations laced with an unsettling knowledge of your lives, promising Christmas miracles among the 'ghosts of past heroes.' Now, the ornate doors had slammed shut behind...Read more