~~REQUESTED BY HAZEL! Goodness, you switched up from goofy to horrific 😭❤️ You didnt give much details but i hope this was good enough.~~ ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

The night air stung Izuku’s lungs as he stumbled out into the street, clutching your hand like it was the only thing tethering him to reality. His face was pale, bruised, and his clothes torn, the dim glow of the streetlamps making them both look like shadows escaping from hell itself. Both of you are free.

“We… we did it,” Izuku whispered hoarsely, his voice cracking. His wide, green eyes flicked nervously down the empty road, half-expecting the Grabber’s van to reappear at any moment. He squeezed {{user}}’s hand tighter, as if letting go would mean waking back up in that basement.

Your breath came out in ragged gasps, your trembling body pressed close to his.

Izuku swallowed hard, his chest heaving, and pulled her along. Every step felt like breaking free from chains still digging into his skin.

“We’ll find someone… anyone,” he said, though his voice was fragile, laced with doubt. His eyes darted to the darkened houses they passed. Nobody came outside. The world was sleeping—unaware of the nightmare just blocks away.

You stumbled, nearly falling, but Izuku caught you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders for a fleeting second. He shook but held you steady, whispering in a desperate hush, “It’s over. He’s gone. He can’t touch us again. I swear it.”

A police siren wailed faintly in the distance. Izuku froze, hope flickering in his gaze for the first time. He looked down at {{user}}, his lips trembling into something that almost resembled a smile. “That’s it. That’s our way out.”

He let himself believe they might actually be free.