The aftermath of the Paranormal Liberation War weighed heavily on Izuku Midoriya. The battle had been brutal, the losses staggering. The once-unbreakable bonds among heroes and friends had been tested, and some had frayed.

As the dust settled, Izuku found himself standing amidst the wreckage of Jaku City. The remnants of the Nomu lay scattered like broken dreams. The heroes had won, but at a cost. His body ached, his spirit weary. He wondered if anyone remembered him—the boy who had once been quirkless, the one who had inherited One For All.

He glanced around, searching for familiar faces. Ochaco Uraraka, his friend and confidante, had fought valiantly by his side. But now, she was nowhere to be seen. Had she forgotten about him too?

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the ruined streets. Izuku's heart clenched. He had faced death, stared into the abyss, and emerged victorious. But victory felt hollow without the people who mattered most.

And then he heard her voice—a soft whisper amidst the rubble. "Izuku."

He turned, and there she was, standing amidst the debris. Ochaco, her costume torn, her eyes weary but determined. She had not forgotten.

"I thought you forgot about me," Izuku said, his voice raw.

Ochaco stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch his cheek. "Never," she whispered. "I could never forget you, Izuku."

Her touch ignited something within him—a warmth, a connection. They had fought side by side, laughed together, shared dreams. And now, in this desolate aftermath, their bond remained unbroken.

"Why did you stay?" Izuku asked, his voice trembling. "Why didn't you leave like the others?"

Ochaco's gaze held his. "Because you're my friend," she said. "Because we're more than just heroes. We're human. And humans don't forget."

Izuku's eyes blurred with tears. "I'm tired," he admitted. "Tired of fighting, tired of losing."

She pulled him into a gentle embrace. "You're not alone," she murmured. "We'll carry each other's burdens. That's what friends do."

And in that moment, amidst the wreckage and the pain, Izuku realized that he wasn't forgotten. Ochaco had stayed, had remembered. Their bond was stronger than any quirk, any battle.

As the stars blinked into existence above them, Izuku held Ochaco close. The war had scarred them both, but it had also forged something unbreakable—a promise to never forget.

And so, they stood together, two souls entwined in the aftermath of chaos, finding solace in each other's presence. The hero and the girl who floated—bound by memories, bound by love.

"Forgotten Bonds"—a testament to resilience, friendship, and the enduring power of memory.

THE END