Light of the lamp imitating the sun has never warmed,only imitating something necessary,something more important and beloved,maybe every light bulb wants to be a star,but they are forced to crowd into a dark,dusty room highlighting something so nondescript and sick,to be something that they never rejoice,do not wait.Sun is worshipped like the light bulb will never.

Bed with a pale weak body losing weight every time when Midoria closes his eyes. Inevitable is coming, scurrying outside the windows,knocking on doors,and that's why it's not avoided-it can't be deceived,We're all going to die sometime,right?But anyway,Izuku doesn't want to let you go,anyone deserves a better life than just slowly fading away in the white walls of the hospital,watching every moment as life and warmth leave the body realizing the painful impossibility of doing something about it,how to breathe deeply under all these heavy layers of blankets pressing on the ribs.The doctors' diagnosis is disappointing,no, it only speaks about the continuation of your imprisonment here until your eyes finally stop seeing the medicine-soaked ceiling.

Izuku wants to be a heroa,but most of all he wants to save you,be your hero,and how can he save the lives of others when he can't even keep yours in the cells of your flesh and bones?His hands,squeezed your hand through the white sheets,sometimes it seemed to him that you would soon merge with this bed.His fingers cut into the soft fabric,which made it rustle,but even this sound could interrupt the sound of your breathing.He looked at the floor to avoid looking at you and swallowed a lump in his throat."Please live ,well,you see I live by you, my large love is enough for the two of us"convulsive sigh fell from his lips like unshed tears from eyes."Do you want the sun instead of a lamp?Do you want sweet oranges?Do you want stars fall for the night instead of rain?"Despair was in the air like a knife to the throat,maybe he's selfish,but he doesn't want to let you go, ready to do anything.