AN.- Sorry having a bit of trouble on were on want to take this story
The whisper grew louder that night.
Izuku sat alone on his bed, the pendant in his hand glowing faintly in the dim light of his dorm room. Its warmth pulsed steadily now, no longer subtle or fleeting. Whatever the forge was trying to communicate, it was becoming more urgent, more insistent. He could feel its energy coursing through him, as though it were alive—its rhythm syncing with his own heartbeat.
He closed his eyes and focused, trying to drown out the world around him. His breathing slowed as he concentrated on the hum of the forge, letting it guide him. For a moment, the world seemed to fade away, replaced by something vast and unending. It felt like standing on the edge of a storm, its power crackling in the distance, waiting to be unleashed.
And then, he heard it.
A voice—not a whisper this time, but something clearer, stronger. It wasn't a voice in the traditional sense, but more like a thought, a presence that settled into his mind.
**"The storm is near."**
Izuku's eyes flew open, his heart pounding. He clutched the pendant tightly, its heat now almost too intense to bear. The words echoed in his mind, sending a chill down his spine. He didn't know what the storm was, but the forge's warning was impossible to ignore.
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The next day, Izuku wasted no time. He met Momo and Mei in the workshop as soon as classes ended, his determination written all over his face. The forge's warning had shaken him, but it had also given him clarity: they didn't have much time left. Whatever the storm was, it was coming, and they needed to be ready.
"Midoriya," Momo said, looking up from the schematics she'd been reviewing. Her expression softened when she saw the tension in his posture. "Is everything alright?"
"No," Izuku admitted, setting his bag down on the table. "The forge… it sent me a message. Last night."
Mei, who was halfway through assembling a new component, immediately perked up. "Wait, wait, wait. The forge *talked* to you? Like, actually talked? That's amazing! Creepy, but amazing!"
Izuku nodded, his hands clenching into fists. "It said, 'The storm is near.' I don't know what it means, but I can feel it—something's coming. Something big."
Momo's expression grew serious, her sharp mind already processing the implications. "If the forge is reacting this strongly, then we can't ignore it. We need to finish the Harmony Suit as soon as possible."
"Agreed," Izuku said, his voice firm. "We've made a lot of progress, but it's not enough. If we're going to face what's coming, we need to push the suit further than we ever have before."
Mei grinned, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now *that's* what I like to hear! Let's kick this project into overdrive!"
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The next few hours were a blur of activity. Mei's hands moved with practiced speed as she fine-tuned the adaptive feedback system, her enthusiasm infectious. Momo meticulously adjusted the suit's energy stabilizer, ensuring it could handle the increased output. And Izuku worked tirelessly alongside them, his mind racing with ideas on how to optimize the suit's performance.
Despite the urgency of their task, there was a strange sense of unity between them—a feeling that, together, they could overcome anything. Izuku felt it in the way Mei's chaotic creativity blended seamlessly with Momo's calm precision, and in the way they both trusted him to lead the charge. It was a bond unlike anything he'd experienced before, and it gave him strength.
By the time they finished for the day, the Harmony Suit was more advanced than ever. The adaptive feedback system was fully integrated, allowing the suit to adjust to the user's quirk in real-time. The stabilizer module was stronger and more efficient, capable of handling even the harshest conditions. And the suit itself had been reinforced with new materials, making it more durable without sacrificing flexibility.
"It's beautiful," Mei said, admiring their handiwork with a satisfied grin. "I mean, I knew it would be, because *obviously,* but still—it's even better than I imagined!"
Momo smiled, her expression one of quiet pride. "We've done well. But the real test will come when we see it in action."
Izuku nodded, his eyes fixed on the suit. "We'll test it tomorrow. First thing."
But even as he spoke, the forge's warning echoed in the back of his mind. The storm wasn't waiting for them to be ready—it was coming, whether they liked it or not.
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That night, as Izuku walked back to the dorms, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. The campus was quiet, the shadows long and heavy under the dim glow of the streetlights. He glanced over his shoulder more than once, but there was no one there.
Still, the unease lingered.
When he reached his room, he closed the door behind him and leaned against it, his heart racing. The forge's hum was louder now, its energy thrumming through his veins like a second heartbeat. He pulled the pendant out from beneath his shirt, its glow illuminating the dark room.
"What are you trying to tell me?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.
The pendant pulsed in response, its light flickering like a heartbeat. And then, for the briefest moment, he felt it again—that presence. It wasn't the forge this time. It was something else. Something colder, darker. A shadow that seemed to stretch out toward him, unseen but all too real.
Izuku's breath caught in his throat. The storm wasn't just near—it was already here.
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To be continued.