The Creator and her Shadow. Momo Yaoyorozu x male reader

When it rains it pours

Blood. Blood and body parts lie all around me.
A set of shredded leathery wings hanging tightly from my curved tensed fingers as heavy pants pass through my nostrils.
Wishful thinking to believe that's that though, before my very eyes the beast named splice begins reforming slowly.
Going so painfully so as to tease me..no.. taunt me as it knows it'll take more than brute strength to kill it.
I'll have to use my quirk to its fullest and really go all out.
It balances on its hands and tentacles like a hunched over rabid human while glaring at me with a sick twisted smirk
"M-m-more...pain...more." Under its ragged inhuman breath it growls masochistically as it breaks its neck over its back so it's staring at me with sadistic glee upside down
*ZIIIIIIIIIIINNNNG!* the ear piercing ringing hits me again, popping my eardrums instantly and making me grit my teeth
"F-fuck..you want more huh?" I groan while holding my hand up towards the abomination, pulsating shadow energy folds in on itself repeatedly in the centre of my palm.
*FWOOOOOSH!* In the second after I ask the question a huge plume of purple and black fire erupts out of my palm towards the crouching figure, engulfing it in the searing flame

"Agh" A deep groan leaves my mouth following a thud against my chest
My flames burn out rather quickly until nothing leaves my hand, just my arm extended towards the emerging figure
A sharp but rather small pain lingers in my chest, dead centre in between my pecs
My head lowers slightly to look down at the area where instantly I see a dart sticking out of my shirt.
Light green liquid inside draining into my body through the needle.
A cool wave of calm washes over me as my breathing slows and my eyes grow heavy.
"Feeling...sleepy?" The clearly sadistic voice of sabanto calls out to me from far behind the nomu in the darkness, distorted by my muffled hearing
My muscles grow weak and shaky as the need to sleep does indeed hit me.. a tranquilliser takes me down

As my eyes that are still fighting to stay open and alert begin to close, the last thing they see once again is the seemingly spectral figure of mother.
Hands locked together by her waist as she stares at me with cold impartiality.
"Kaa...san" weakly I call out to her, arm reaching toward her even if I know she's not here really.
With that the world goes black as I fall backwards.

My eyes slowly open, acutely aware of my surrounding.
From behind my growing black hair I gaze around from the top of UA, Listening to the beautifully soothing noises that surround me.
Calming my anger that earlier swelled within me and almost got the better of me.
"Hey hey shota! Stop dazing off and listen!" My peace is quickly broken by the excited voice of shirakumo who leans into my vision blockading my eyesight with liana with his light blue cloudy hair and smiling face
"Shut up I'm listening"I grumble while hanging my head to avoid showing my embarrassment.
(This is miki matsubara if you didn't know, I'll use this song as liana singing. I don't own it obviously but it's too good to leave out)

Out of the corner of my left eye I gaze over to liana who sits only a few feet to my left, her gorgeous face smiling over at me as she sings out and plays the guitar.
Her unbelievably soft looking Snow White hair flows in the wind while her icy blue eyes gaze around at us..but they seem to linger on me the longest.
Shirokumo..Yaoyorozu..Laura..yamada...
kayama..
All gathering around listening and quietly adding their own voices as liana leads.
"Stay with me" in a surprisingly smooth and quiet voice she finishes off the song while subtly looking to me and strumming the guitar softly.
Our song.

Aizawa PoV
My eyes go to shoot open but only one does, I'm nearly blinded by the harsh hospital lighting above me while the other eye remains in complete blackness due to the eyepatch
"How you feeling?" To my right the uncharacteristically sullen voice of present mic inquires quietly
A long groan escapes my mouth as I use my arms to try and lift myself upwards so I'm not laying down
"How are the kids?" In a weak grumble i ignore his question and ask my own without looking at him
"Deku is unconscious showing no signs of waking up, Bakugo is stable but those puncture wounds of his need proper healing. And Uhh..you know.. Todoroki isn't great, Taking that news hard. Other than that a few bruises or broken bone..and of course there's..never mind" With his usual awkward tone which accompanies him whenever he talks on sensitive subjects he responds solemnly