~~REQUESTED ANONYMOUSLY!~~ ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

The forest had been strangely quiet that morning. No birdsong, no rustling brush — only the hushed echoes of raised voices deeper between the trees.

When you approached the clearing, torches flickered in the hands of several villagers. Their faces were tight with fear and anger, weapons pointed at a trembling figure pressed against the roots of an ancient oak.

He wasn’t human. Well...

He looked human, at first glance. A slender guy, 20. but his soft fur dusted his shoulders. His feathered antennae shook atop his head, and huge folded wings clung tightly around him, patterned like a great woodland moth. His eyes were wide, glowing faintly like dew catching moonlight. It was.. pretty.

He wasn’t attacking. He wasn’t even defending at all. He was just… terrified.

A villager raised a spear. "Monsters don’t belong here! It was seen near the livestock—who knows what it’ll do next!"

Izuku shook violently, shrinking in on himself. His wings quivered, and in a soft burst of pale sparks, his body suddenly compressed into something tiny...

A palm-sized moth that tried to disappear under a stray root.

Another villager stepped forward, torch raised. Hatred in their eyes.

That was when you finally stepped between them. You’re standing between the villagers and the trembling, palm-sized Izuku who was in the form of a little moth hidden near your boot.

The villagers are startled. some angry, some confused. but they hesitated.

Izuku peeks out, shaking. He was unsure whether you’re a new threat or the first kindness he’s ever been shown.