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Hey here's some nightmare fuel for you (and Deku):
It's the big day-- graduation. Finally, all of Izuku's hard work has paid off. He and his closest friend are ready to face the world and make it a better, safer place...
Kacchan is there, obviously. But what shocks him...
It's the big day-- graduation. Finally, all of Izuku's hard work has paid off. He and his closest friend are ready to face the world and make it a better, safer place...
Kacchan is there, obviously. But what shocks him...
... is what the blond does when all the speeches have concluded and it's time to toss their caps.
Kacchan is smiling.
Not a rueful smile, for coming in second-- on paper-- only to him. Not the malicious grin he would sport all those years ago...
Kacchan is smiling.
Not a rueful smile, for coming in second-- on paper-- only to him. Not the malicious grin he would sport all those years ago...
No, this was something bright, something new. He'd never seen Kacchan light up this much, he was beaming, it was BLINDING...
And Kacchan was smiling... at HIM.
Izuku could feel tears of joy form as he watched Katsuki's unencumbered mirth turn towards him and close in for a HUG.
And Kacchan was smiling... at HIM.
Izuku could feel tears of joy form as he watched Katsuki's unencumbered mirth turn towards him and close in for a HUG.
He could feel his arms stretch out, ready to recieve his best friend, the person closest to him, in shared triumph and victory--
Only. It never came.
Izuku opens his eyes-- though he can't remember when he's closed them-- and stares at Kacchan, who had stopped moving.
Only. It never came.
Izuku opens his eyes-- though he can't remember when he's closed them-- and stares at Kacchan, who had stopped moving.
Kacchan looked... frozen.
Wait.
... No.
A cold tendril of dread slithered up Izuku's spine and came back down to plunge into his belly.
Not frozen.
NO!!!!
Izuku watched in horror as Katsuki's face crumbled-- LITERALLY crumbled-- into a plume of ashen dust.
Wait.
... No.
A cold tendril of dread slithered up Izuku's spine and came back down to plunge into his belly.
Not frozen.
NO!!!!
Izuku watched in horror as Katsuki's face crumbled-- LITERALLY crumbled-- into a plume of ashen dust.
A hand crushed Kacchan's head with ease, like it was made of fine cake flour. The slightest breeze took care of the rest.
What had once been a brilliant, strong, AMAZING young hero-- his dearest friend, full of life and potential-- ceased to exist before Izuku's very eyes.
What had once been a brilliant, strong, AMAZING young hero-- his dearest friend, full of life and potential-- ceased to exist before Izuku's very eyes.
He couldn't even scream. Even if it wasn't for his state of shock, the cloud of powder choked his lungs. He couldn't BREATHE.
Now, standing opposite of him, was Shigaraki. The villain laughed, but all the sounds around Izuku melded into one muffled din. Were his ears ringing?
Now, standing opposite of him, was Shigaraki. The villain laughed, but all the sounds around Izuku melded into one muffled din. Were his ears ringing?
He's caught somewhere between being sick and calling for help. But he can't move; he can't breathe, he can't, he CAN'T, and-- NO!-- he's getting away! Shigaraki is getting AWAY! Somebody do something, WHY doesn't anyone DO something? Oh, god, KACCHAN--
The bubbling urge to let something pass his lips overwhelms him, and Izuku isn't sure if it's vomit or a shout until he wakes with a start.
///"KACCHAN!!!"///
///"KACCHAN!!!"///
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"... Nnngh, wha..? Wha'izzit?"
Izuku whipped his head towards the sound. It took him a second to remember where he was-- right, the agency.
It took another second to realize the shallow, panicked breathing was coming from himself, not any of the other bunks in the nap room.
Izuku whipped his head towards the sound. It took him a second to remember where he was-- right, the agency.
It took another second to realize the shallow, panicked breathing was coming from himself, not any of the other bunks in the nap room.
"I-I'm SO sorry to disturb you!" he said, regaining control of his breaths. He put a hand to his forehead and wiped away some sweat."... Perhaps I should go home early today."
With a sigh he swung himself over the edge of the bunk and jumped down.
With a sigh he swung himself over the edge of the bunk and jumped down.
"My sincerest apologies again, please get some re--"
A hand shot out of the other bunk, grabbing his wrist before he could walk past, and Izuku flinched. Years of training his quirk's control was the only thing that stopped him from swatting it at 5% on pure instinct.
A hand shot out of the other bunk, grabbing his wrist before he could walk past, and Izuku flinched. Years of training his quirk's control was the only thing that stopped him from swatting it at 5% on pure instinct.
He had to remember that it wasn't HIS hand-- that was just a dream, and that THIS is reality. This is the agency, this is SAFE--
" 'Course you're safe, moron. I'm in here, too."
Oh. He knew that voice. Izuku let out a shaky sigh and allowed himself a small smile.
"...Kacchan."
" 'Course you're safe, moron. I'm in here, too."
Oh. He knew that voice. Izuku let out a shaky sigh and allowed himself a small smile.
"...Kacchan."
His heart still felt like it was pounding... but was it from the dream, or...?
"Tch." The blond sat up, clearly not happy to be awake. He appeared to inspect Deku's wrist for a moment, then, "Whose hand were you talking about just now?"
Izuku inhaled sharply and looked away.
"Tch." The blond sat up, clearly not happy to be awake. He appeared to inspect Deku's wrist for a moment, then, "Whose hand were you talking about just now?"
Izuku inhaled sharply and looked away.
However Katsuki didn't say anything else, clearly expecting an answer. His shoulders slumped in defeat.
"I had a nightmare," Izuku couldn't look Kacchan in the eyes, not yet, "... about Shigaraki."
"Haa, is that right?"
Izuku felt new tears prick his eyes, born of stress.
"I had a nightmare," Izuku couldn't look Kacchan in the eyes, not yet, "... about Shigaraki."
"Haa, is that right?"
Izuku felt new tears prick his eyes, born of stress.
"I-it felt so real..." and, really, what else was there to say? As lame as it sounds, it had scared him, and it's still fresh in his mind.
He doesn't think he'll ever banish the image of Kacchan becoming cold, grey, DEAD--
He doesn't think he'll ever banish the image of Kacchan becoming cold, grey, DEAD--
Suddenly, Kacchan tugged his wrist, jarring him from his thoughts. He slid their fingers together until they were interlocked, palms touching.
"Deku, I am HERE."
... Right.
Kacchan's hand is warm.
Kacchan is alive.
"Kacchan is here."
And, really, what else was there to say?
"Deku, I am HERE."
... Right.
Kacchan's hand is warm.
Kacchan is alive.
"Kacchan is here."
And, really, what else was there to say?
