Hi~. Thank you for taking remote interest in my work. I appreciate it. Secondly, this is ENTIRELY from Izuku's POV. Thirdly, this is based in medieval times, where slaves/servants were common and social classes were practically locked. Enjoy my work, and I'd appreciate feedback. Bye~!
I run through the dark forest, the brush slapping against my face as I do. The leaves crunch under my feet as I dart around. My tail is held close, and my ears are on alert. Suddenly, I hear it; a howl. The howl of the wolves. The wolves in this forest are after me. In a panic, I run straight into a tree. I get up, but all too late. I heard the rustle of leaves behind me, and a sudden flash of teeth came into view.
I roll out of the way, dodging the first pair of jaws out to get me. I start to get up, until I feel a sharp pain in my leg. I felt the blood bubble up from beneath the surface of my skin onto my clothes as a wolf sunk it's teeth into my leg. I kicked the sliver dog in the snout hard, and it released me. I got up, running hard and fast with a limp as blood traveled down my leg. I could hear them behind me, I could see glints of silver and gray in the rare bits of moonlight. The pain that shot through my leg hurt, but not enough to make me give up on living just yet. I rolled onto the ground, and I slide into a small abandoned den under a tree. The roots offered me a warm welcome as they shielded me from the animals trying to tear me apart. As I scooted to the back, I wrapped my tail around my wound. I sat quietly, knowing they couldn't try to get me forever. After a bit, I pass out due to exhaustion. Before I passed out, I heard the soft crunch of leaves and the pitter patter of footsteps.
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I wake up in a fairly well lit room with scented candles. I try to sit up, but a sharp, skull-splitting pain shot through my body. I laid back down reluctantly on the thin white bed where I was placed. I looked around uneasily. It looks very ornate... Huh. I look at my leg next. It's all bandaged up and clean. I frown. Who...?
The door creaked open. I dove under the covers, a bit shaky. My tail hung over the edge of the bed, and it wasn't hard to see my figure through the thin sheet. I heard a gentle chuckle come from a male, and as I heard his footsteps come closer, my whimpers became more obvious.
"I'm not going to hurt you," said a voice.
I ignore him, and I stay completely still. I hear him sigh, and he drags a chair over. He plops down.
"Can I at least check your leg?" he said gently.
I hesitantly stick my head out as I pull the sheet off my leg. I don't look at him the entire time. I make my body go stiff and I stay absolutely still. He unwinds the folds of linen around my wound. Afterwards, he gently cleans it with a cold wet cloth. I wince each time he touches it, and after a while, he gingerly dried the area around the wound. He wrapped it back up.
"Better," he said. He rolled my head so that I looked at him.
"My name is Todoroki, Shoto Todoroki. You are?"
"U-Um..." I only managed to utter a croak. I tried again. "My name is Midoriya, I-Izuku Midoriya."
He handed me a cup of water and some bread.
"Eat this."