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โŠฑ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€เฎ“เน‘โ™กเน‘เฎ“ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โŠฐ

"THE FIRST STEP IS RECITATION," Shimura instructed, pausing to let Y/N pass her message along to the two teenage boys who couldn't see or hear her. "I need you to repeat after me - and once we pass this point, there's definitely no going back."

Y/N sent a silent question to Shoto, who nodded with the barest inclination of his head. Clearly, he wasn't the most eager to commit to the plan, but she also spotted determination in the set of his mouth.

This boy, who she loved, and who loved her, wouldn't let her die. She took comfort from this silent affirmation, turning to Shimura.

"Tell me what we need to do."

The deceased Pro Hero opened the book resting on the floor. "All right - it's best if everyone sits down. Y/N, repeat after me, and Shoto, repeat after her."

Y/N repeated her words to the youngest Todoroki, who's hands shook in his lap as he crossed his legs a la preschool. 

"I am your strength, and you are mine." Shimura nodded as the two teenagers shakily repeated after each other. 

"I will meet you where life and death combine."

"I won't let go, and neither will you."

"Now let us break down death, and life too."

Instantly, Y/N felt a change in the energy of the room, the room temperature dropping to an uncomfortable shiver. She gasped as her photorealistic body shimmer, rippling with a purple strobe of magic - the colour of Necromancy, and death. 

"It's working," she declared, somewhat unnecessarily. "What next?"

Shimura flipped through the pages of the ancient tome hurriedly. "Y/N, apparently this next bit is instinctual. You need to find the thread connecting you to your anchor and strengthen it, pulling yourself back to the pain of death."

Without warning, her spectral form began to flicker. "Fuck! Kid, you're on your own. I believe in you: don't forget to-"

She was cut off by an abrupt winking of light, and the book dropped to the floor, reappearing in the living world with a loud thump

"Well, shit," Y/N muttered. 

"I presume our guide just vanished," Shoto assumed, his voice unsteady.

"We can stop," Midoriya didn't neglect to remind the two. "We don't need to keep going. Without a guide on either side, one or both you might ..."

"There's no going back," Y/N re-established firmly. "We're going to do this."

Shoto reached through the air, his fingers touching hers, and though her hand just phased through his, she genuinely felt the comfort and reassurance of this simple, attempted touch.

She closed her eyes, feeling the energy of the Netherworld pulsating through her, and, for a moment, her hold on reality wavered.

I am not strong enough to do this. I am endangering Shoto, not just myself.

"No," Y/N spoke aloud, making a fist and reaching within her. "My Quirk is strong enough, and I am not letting either of us die."

She twisted her fingers in a movement that just felt right, her other hand swirling around the first to make some kind of symbol - of what, she didn't know - channelling a string of pure f/c energy.

It snaked towards Shoto, and he attempted to scramble backwards, but Y/N could sense a benevolence to it - she controlled it, not vice versa, and she would anchor it to her. The strand plunged into his chest, into his heart.

He began to breathe rather shallowly, eyes widening in shock, but she made a calming gesture which, paired with a slight narrowing of her eyes that could be interpreted as a glare, made him less hysteric. 

"You ready?" she found herself speaking through gritted teeth, the strain of overloading her Quirk causing aching stabs of pain to prod at her body. "This is gonna- it's going to hurt."

Shoto nodded quickly, locking his eyes with Y/N's. "I love you."

The words, so uncensored and emotionally truthful, caused her to lose her hold on whatever was holding her back. Subconsciously, she pulled energy from the Netherworld, and the anchoring bond between them visibly thickened and tightened, pulling them together.

As soon as the two teenagers made contact, it hit.

It was indescribable. A fire of pain, ripping through every part of their bodies, their hands touching for the first time in years and not letting go, as attack after attack pummelled them.

Y/N screamed, unable to help it. She'd tried to forget the worst of the pain, but every detail had re-etched itself into her mind with a molten scalpel, suffering absolutely decimating her body as she experienced the distinct sensation of something heavy and hard crashing into her side.

When she looked through tear-blinded eyes ... Shoto was doing far, far worse. Though Y/N was still experiencing the pain, it had left not actual marks yet, just her pain receptors rejuvenating her sense of feel in the worst way possible.

Shoto was bleeding everywhere through his loose, white shirt, his beautiful eyes squeezed shut as he let out a cry of agony, curling up next to Y/N as tears ran down his cheeks, and invisible bombardments from the past pummelled into him mercilessly. 

She wasn't sure how long they were lying there for, but suddenly, the pain abandoned Y/N, leaving her feeling as though she were floating, or flying. 

Midoriya came rushing to her side, hesitantly reaching for her shoulder ...

The unfamiliar sensation of warmth rippled from the point of contact. He gently pressed his fingers, and ... they didn't go through her s/c skin.

Y/N burst into tears, sitting up and throwing her arms around Midoriya, because, sometimes, friends came first. He hugged her back gladly, some of his own tears soaking her f/c t-shirt, before she remembered-

Shoto.

She pulled backwards with a hasty smile, spinning to look at the boy who had lain on the floor beside her. He was in an awful state, his clothes rumpled, his hair entirely red from the blood soaking his scalp, parts of his body crushed or broken.

As though he'd been hit by a car.

Y/N reached for him, attempting to push his fringe out of his eyes.

"Sh-Sho?"

But her fingers just passed through his temple. Like a ghost.

โŠฑ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€เฎ“เน‘โ™กเน‘เฎ“ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โŠฐ

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~ jazzi

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