A Dragon's Saving Love

Izuku's True Feelings

A/N: Hey so my bio and Phys exams r finished. Got one more on Monday but it don't matter much so Ig I can continue writing and neglecting my studies(-_-)NaH! Who am I kidding, I'm too busy thinking about how to calculate tension on metal wires from the weight of a beam being held up in the air, with no drag or external forces acting upon. MY BLOOD IS CAFFFFEEEINNNEEEEE! Enjoy.

__________________________________________

To say Midoriya was pissed was an understatement. The state Dabi was fighting in right now was something that just represented gore and violence. However, his brother was even standing was something Todoroki couldn't realise.

'Prepare yourself. With my strongest, I'll beat you into an unrecognisable pulp.'

Or so Midoriya had said roughly 20 mins ago. And until now, he was staying true to his words. Midoriya was burnt in several places, his costume was almost in tatters in his arms area, whether they were from his own quirk or Dabi's flames was once again impossible to look into.

"Hahahaha! THIS IS IT! THIS IS THE WAY OF THE BEASTS! WE FIGHT TO KILL, AIN'T NO REHAB HELPING NO-ONE, YOU EITHER WIN OR LOSE!" Dabi roared maniacally as blood basically flowed down his head constantly.

Shoto and SaS had tried to assist at several instances, however they were almost immediately stopped by Midoriya, who seemed a bit...out of it.

Izuku's POV

"Wow...." 

To Izuku this source of strength was different to All Might. It was more...lethal in a certain sense.

'Amazing right? This is my quirk, Arua Romantista. It's a physical manifestation of my emotions and strength. Quite literally the stronger I believe in something, the stronger the power itself is.' 

Midoriya was at a loss for words. Nothing in his life could prepare him for the way this quirk worked, it was way too... powerful.

A quirk that can affect his other quirks, being able to mould his black whip into the shape of a thin spike. He can literally manipulate the way this works so easily. 

"Oh wow...So how do I control it?" Midoriya asked impressed with the quirk. As much as he wished he could pull out a notebook and pen from the otherworld, sadly in his mind, there was no such ability.

Regardless his thirst to analyse and dissect this very quirk was something that he couldn't quench. Unless he had a talk with the second owner. 

'See this is the reason why I never allowed you to use this quirk before. Your mind was too...how can I say this without being rude.'

"Just hit me with it." Midoriya insisted steeling himself emotionally. He was aware somewhat of the type of person the second owner of the quirk was, a person born and raised in war. He was a victim to All for One's reign, and one of the brave ones who had the gall to stand up to him. 

'Well in blunt terms, your mind was pathetically weak. You were having suicidal thoughts every other day of the weak and then after that you were actually giving up on life, fighting until the last breath but with no conviction at all. Overall, you were a sorry excuse of a hero, mentality wise of course.'

Whilst Midoriya held great respect for someone like him and his unyielding spirit, the second's incessant desire to permanently subdue AFO was something Midoriya's ideals conflicted against.

To the second, Midoriya's ideals and wish to imprison AFO forever was a naive dream that simply proved of how peace had ruined them.

For him, AFO even being alive was a threat. A threat he had failed to snuff out in his own lifetime.