Island of Solitude

"Midoriya." Aizawa cut in, and he kneels down, leg fully recovered thanks to Eri's quirk. He presses a calloused fist to the younger man's chest, as he had all those years ago, and watches the boy start to tremble, just like when he was 16. "It's okay. To feel lonely, I mean. This isn't the kind of life you wanted.""It's the life I was dealt with." Midoriya whispered. Aizawa offered his other hand to the grenette, and without hesitation, the young man grabbed on to it. "I should be happy my friends are succeeding, shouldn't I? What kind of hero would I have even been if I can't support them?""An amazing one. You are an amazing hero, Problem Child. You deserve to be up there with the rest of them, and I know it's not fair, that you gave it your all and you still didn't get what you deserve, but you are a hero to all of us. I am only alive because of you, kid.""I know." Izuku nods shakily, clutching on to Aizawa's hand with a desperation. The only anchor to a drowning survivor."But it doesn't feel like it.