Question
write me an alternate version of this where Izuku Midoriya and Aizawa Shouta start dating, Climbing The Rigging And Counting Bloody Dreams (Never Quite There) by Otaku6337 The USJ attack is awful and traumatic, and it goes worse than anyone could have predicted.
But then it happens again, and again, and again, with Izuku and Aizawa caught right in the bloody, cycling centre of it.
~~~
Regardless, he needs to think now. Because yesterday was a carbon copy of the day before, excluding a few little conversation changes like people asking if he was okay and then things that changed because of his own actions, but Aizawa-sensei still died and then he threw himself in front of Asui and died, and then everything went black and he woke up to his All Might alarm again and-
And Izuku doesn't know what to do.
~~~
They both move the few inches to squeeze their hands together then, feeling the bloodstains that aren't there right now, but, more than that, feeling the body heat-warmth and knowing that the other is alive, present, with them. Right now, for a few moments, they're okay. no ambiguous endings
But then it happens again, and again, and again, with Izuku and Aizawa caught right in the bloody, cycling centre of it.
~~~
Regardless, he needs to think now. Because yesterday was a carbon copy of the day before, excluding a few little conversation changes like people asking if he was okay and then things that changed because of his own actions, but Aizawa-sensei still died and then he threw himself in front of Asui and died, and then everything went black and he woke up to his All Might alarm again and-
And Izuku doesn't know what to do.
~~~
They both move the few inches to squeeze their hands together then, feeling the bloodstains that aren't there right now, but, more than that, feeling the body heat-warmth and knowing that the other is alive, present, with them. Right now, for a few moments, they're okay. no ambiguous endings
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**Climbing The Rigging And Counting Bloody Dreams (Never Quite There): A Different Path**
The USJ attack was a nightmare, a brutal awakening that shattered any semblance of safety within U.A. Academy. The chaos that erupted that day left deep scars on everyone involved, but none more so than Izuku Midoriya and Shouta Aizawa. They were both caught in a web of trauma, but what started as disaster became a strange connection formed in the aftermath.
---
Days turned into weeks, and the cycle of fear and dread became an agonizing routine. Each time, Izuku experienced the events as a gruesome loop: Aizawa falling under the relentless assault, sacrificing himself time and time again to protect the students. Panic would seize Izuku's heart each time he witnessed that final moment.
With each iteration, the burden of helplessness grew heavier. But in those fleeting moments between battles, Izuku found himself drawn to Aizawa in ways he had never anticipated. The acknowledgment in Aizawa’s eyes after they survived the chaos felt like a lifeline.
---
One quiet evening, they found solace in the dorms. The weight of the world pressed on their shoulders, but they were together, and Izuku dared to reach out. Their fingers brushed against each other and intertwined, the warmth of Aizawa’s hand grounding him in reality.
"Izuku," Aizawa murmured, his voice low and steady, "we’re still here." It was a simple statement, but it resonated deeply in a world that felt so unstable.
With newfound determination, Izuku replied, "We can make it through this… together." He looked up at Aizawa, his green eyes shimmering with hope. It was a fragile thing, but it was also powerful.
Aizawa nodded slowly, the corners of his lips tugging upwards, a soft smile emerging for the first time in days. “Together,” he echoed. It was a promise and a vow wrapped into one.
---
As days passed, the routine remained: the gruesome events replaying until they found a way to break free from the cycle. But it was the moments between—a shared glance, a lingering touch, whispers in the quiet of the night—that began to reshape their world.
One evening, as twilight colored the sky, they sat together after a training session, both exhausted but grateful for the fleeting calm. Aizawa turned to Izuku, his dark hair falling slightly over his eyes. “I won’t let you face the darkness alone, Midoriya. No matter how many times we have to fight, I’ll be there.”
Izuku’s heart raced. He had always admired Aizawa, but this was something different. “I care about you, Sensei. More than I realized until now. I can’t lose you.”
The air between them turned electric, charged with unspoken feelings. Aizawa shifted closer, their shoulders brushing together. “Neither of us will lose anything if we face this together.”
---
As the days turned into a summertime of shared quiet moments filled with warmth, Aizawa and Izuku built a bond that flourished despite the chaos surrounding them. They shared their wounds, fears, and victories, and each confrontation with darkness only solidified their resolve to protect one another.
Finally, when Izuku hoped to feel more than just survival, he took Aizawa’s hand once again. “If we’re going to keep fighting for our future, I want you there with me—not just as my teacher, but as… more.”
Aizawa searched his eyes, a flicker of surprise before a fond smile broke through. “I know, Midoriya. I’ve felt it too.” There was a warmth radiating between them as Aizawa leaned down, their lips brushing together softly, a promise of determination and companionship amidst the darkness.
---
In the end, they might have been caught in the never-ending cycle of trauma, but they were no longer alone. Together, they formed a strong bond, a light to guide them through the bloody dreams and into the dawn of a new beginning. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Izuku Midoriya believed that maybe, just maybe, they could reach a future that was bright and filled with purpose.
In those quiet moments, when their fingers intertwined and the shadows faded away, they both knew they were alive. Together.
The USJ attack was a nightmare, a brutal awakening that shattered any semblance of safety within U.A. Academy. The chaos that erupted that day left deep scars on everyone involved, but none more so than Izuku Midoriya and Shouta Aizawa. They were both caught in a web of trauma, but what started as disaster became a strange connection formed in the aftermath.
---
Days turned into weeks, and the cycle of fear and dread became an agonizing routine. Each time, Izuku experienced the events as a gruesome loop: Aizawa falling under the relentless assault, sacrificing himself time and time again to protect the students. Panic would seize Izuku's heart each time he witnessed that final moment.
With each iteration, the burden of helplessness grew heavier. But in those fleeting moments between battles, Izuku found himself drawn to Aizawa in ways he had never anticipated. The acknowledgment in Aizawa’s eyes after they survived the chaos felt like a lifeline.
---
One quiet evening, they found solace in the dorms. The weight of the world pressed on their shoulders, but they were together, and Izuku dared to reach out. Their fingers brushed against each other and intertwined, the warmth of Aizawa’s hand grounding him in reality.
"Izuku," Aizawa murmured, his voice low and steady, "we’re still here." It was a simple statement, but it resonated deeply in a world that felt so unstable.
With newfound determination, Izuku replied, "We can make it through this… together." He looked up at Aizawa, his green eyes shimmering with hope. It was a fragile thing, but it was also powerful.
Aizawa nodded slowly, the corners of his lips tugging upwards, a soft smile emerging for the first time in days. “Together,” he echoed. It was a promise and a vow wrapped into one.
---
As days passed, the routine remained: the gruesome events replaying until they found a way to break free from the cycle. But it was the moments between—a shared glance, a lingering touch, whispers in the quiet of the night—that began to reshape their world.
One evening, as twilight colored the sky, they sat together after a training session, both exhausted but grateful for the fleeting calm. Aizawa turned to Izuku, his dark hair falling slightly over his eyes. “I won’t let you face the darkness alone, Midoriya. No matter how many times we have to fight, I’ll be there.”
Izuku’s heart raced. He had always admired Aizawa, but this was something different. “I care about you, Sensei. More than I realized until now. I can’t lose you.”
The air between them turned electric, charged with unspoken feelings. Aizawa shifted closer, their shoulders brushing together. “Neither of us will lose anything if we face this together.”
---
As the days turned into a summertime of shared quiet moments filled with warmth, Aizawa and Izuku built a bond that flourished despite the chaos surrounding them. They shared their wounds, fears, and victories, and each confrontation with darkness only solidified their resolve to protect one another.
Finally, when Izuku hoped to feel more than just survival, he took Aizawa’s hand once again. “If we’re going to keep fighting for our future, I want you there with me—not just as my teacher, but as… more.”
Aizawa searched his eyes, a flicker of surprise before a fond smile broke through. “I know, Midoriya. I’ve felt it too.” There was a warmth radiating between them as Aizawa leaned down, their lips brushing together softly, a promise of determination and companionship amidst the darkness.
---
In the end, they might have been caught in the never-ending cycle of trauma, but they were no longer alone. Together, they formed a strong bond, a light to guide them through the bloody dreams and into the dawn of a new beginning. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Izuku Midoriya believed that maybe, just maybe, they could reach a future that was bright and filled with purpose.
In those quiet moments, when their fingers intertwined and the shadows faded away, they both knew they were alive. Together.