CW: death

Sharing One For All with Deku had been somewhat of an intoxicating experience. The power that had coursed through his veins was something he couldn’t forget. It lingered on his skin, pounded in his gut, and rang clearly in his mind every time he locked eyes with Deku.

Even though he no longer had any control over that power anymore, his cells remembered what it was like. Part of him envied Deku for having access to that power forever; there was something in him that screamed for him to claim it back and finish the transfer. Yet, he also knew that it wasn’t truly meant for him.

Despite Deku’s belief that he could wield it, All Might hadn’t chosen Katsuki. He would just have to work even harder and push his quirk farther until One For All was nothing more than a memory from a battle long ago.

None of this explained why he felt that power so strongly within him right now. He was in a dark space and he felt like he was floating. There were tiny specks of light all around him, but just a few meters ahead of him was a glowing orb.

He made his was to the light and watched it curiously. It was slightly green in his hue and Katsuki couldn’t help but feel that it was familiar. In a motion that was all too unfamiliar, he gently reached out a hand to grab the light. It was drawing him in a way he couldn’t resist. The closer he got, the more that memory of One For All thrummed in his veins.

The second his finger grazed the light, it unfurled in a glorious burst made up of tendrils of light. They reached out to the air and danced in the darkness until they came together to form a rough sketch of a person. The light gradually grew more powerful until it was replaced with none other than Deku.

Katsuki was momentarily confused by this because last he heard, Deku had been on a mission for the Hero Commission. The details had been classified but their lame teacher assured them it would be safe. Now, Deku was in front of him in what remained of his hero costume.

The garment was been torn beyond all compare so that all that was left was the lower half and a few rags that hung from his waist: a reminder of wholeness.

It wasn’t just Deku’s hero costume that looked like shit. The green haired teen had minor wounds all of his body and even large gash on his forehead that dripped blood town his temple and past his eye. It almost looked like he was crying in the strange light.

All of those minor injuries paled in comparison of slash on the left of his torso. It ran from his waist up to his pecs and was running with blood. Katsuki looked on in horror – he’d never seen the other teen this injured before. However, Deku just regarded him with a patient look.

Katsuki wanted to yell and demand what had happened to the boy he was gradually rebuilding his friendship with. With a sad smile, Deku leaned into himself and his hands went straight into his chest. Glowing light emanated from where his hands had gone in and Deku didn’t seem to be in any pain.

When his hands emerged from his chest, he was carefully holding a ball of orange light. In a graceful motion, he held out his hands and the orange light traveled in Katsuki’s direction. As it floated towards him, anxiety dug itself deep into Katsuki’s gut. Why was Deku looking at him like this? What was that light?

Deku looked straight into Katsuki’s eyes and he looked so unbearably sad, “It’s up to you now, Kacchan. You have to continue One For All.”

The light sunk itself into Katsuki’s chest and the darkness around him started to fade away. As he absorbed the words and what they meant, a bolt of anger coursed through his body, “Wait, Deku!” he screamed and reached out an arm. But he was far too late.

Katsuki woke up.

He was in a cold sweat and looked all around his room. It was empty but he couldn’t ignore the feeling that there was someone with him. What the hell had that dream been? It felt like so much more.

The blonde haired teen fumbled for his phone on the desk next to him. He was greeted by an ambush of messages. It was only seven in the morning, on a Saturday nonetheless, but all of his peers were begging for his response.

What caught his eye, most of all, were the numerous calls from the old hag. His heart was beating fast as he clicked on the icon that would dial his mother. Once he did, he didn’t have to wait long.

His mom was crying – he hadn’t known she could do that – but he pushed the words out of her, “Izuku is dead.”

The phone fell out of his hand as the dream all made sense in light of context. Soon enough his own eyes were filling with tears, “Fucking Deku,” he muttered to himself. Despite his cursing, his heart had broken.

One For All thrummed familiarly in his chest.

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