Izuku Midoriya woke up in a vast void of nothingness. He felt an empty, hollow sensation, much like the environment that surrounded him. He groaned, trying to move his body, but it was stiff and unresponsive.

Izuku tried to recall anything, but his mind was a chaotic mess. Amidst the shattered pieces of his memory, one thing stood out - his name. "Izuku Midoriya," he whispered to the void.

As he stood still, Izuku could feel the pull of the void. It was as if he was being drawn into a vortex of unknown darkness. His heart pounded in his chest as he resisted the pull.

Suddenly, a flash of light pierced the void. It was a figure, a silhouette of a woman. She was far away, but Izuku felt a strange connection to her.

The silhouette began to fade, and Izuku felt an overwhelming sense of loss. He reached out, his voice echoing in the void, "Wait! Who are you?" But the figure had vanished.

Izuku felt a sense of urgency. He needed to remember, to piece together the fragments of his shattered memory. He closed his eyes, focusing on the figure in the light.

A sudden rush of memories hit Izuku. He saw himself as a child, playing with a woman who had a warm smile. "Mom," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

The memories were overwhelming, but Izuku welcomed them. He saw himself growing up, his mother always by his side. He saw his struggles, his victories, and his failures.

He remembered his friends, his school, his dreams of becoming a hero. And he remembered the day everything changed, the day he received his Quirk.

Amid the flood of memories, Izuku felt a sharp pain. He saw himself in a battle, fighting against a villain. And then, everything went black.

He opened his eyes, back in the void. But now, he wasn't alone. His memories, his past, his identity – they were all with him. He was Izuku Midoriya, and he was not lost anymore.

Izuku felt a renewed sense of purpose. He knew who he was, and he knew what he had to do. He was a hero, and he would not let the void consume him.

Izuku clenched his fists, his determination burning in his eyes. He would fight, he would survive, and he would return to the world he belonged. "I am Izuku Midoriya," he shouted into the void.

As Izuku's voice echoed, the void began to tremble. Light started to leak in, shattering the darkness. Izuku could feel the pull of the void weakening.

With a final burst of determination, Izuku pushed against the void. He could feel his body becoming more responsive, his strength returning. He was not just a figure in the void; he was Izuku Midoriya.

As Izuku emerged from the void, he found himself in a familiar place - his room. He looked around, everything was as he remembered. He was home, and he was not alone.

He saw his mother, her eyes filled with tears of joy. "Welcome back, Izuku," she said, her voice shaking. Izuku smiled, feeling a warmth spread through his body. "I'm home, mom," he replied.

Izuku knew that his journey was far from over. He had regained his past, his identity, but there were still many challenges ahead. But now, he was ready to face them.

He was Izuku Midoriya, a hero in training. And no matter what the future held, he would face it with courage and determination. After all, he was not just any hero - he was Deku, the one who never gives up.

As Izuku looked out of his window, he saw the rising sun. It was a new day, a new beginning. And Izuku Midoriya was ready to take on the world.