Dreams were like butterflies; fragile and creatures with wings. Sometimes they flew away, sometimes they were caught, sometimes they were crushed under the boot of another, sometimes they were crushed under your own. Midoriya Izuku had a single butterfly he'd chased his entire life. That butterfly represented being a hero. It represented his hopes and dreams and wishes. And it was crushed. All Might, the Symbol of Peace. The one who'd crushed Izuku's dreams himself. Quirkelss was not a butterfly, but a wolf. An obsessive hunter stalking him wherever he went. Killing his butterflies one by one. Maybe being a hero was overrated anyway. Maybe being the one who started the fires was better than being the one to put them out. Maybe it's time Izuku tried starting some fires of his own. (Also posted on Ao3)