Midoriya POV:
Holy crap
What kind of dream was that?
What did..
What was that?
I sigh and get ready for school. There's no way I'm gonna deal with that right now. I'll forget about it anyways.
"Bye mom!" I yell. I walk out the door and head to Ochaco's.
"Hey Ochaco!" I smile brightly. "Hey!" She smiles and grabs my hand. We walk in a comfortable silence.
Why am I leading her on?
Wh-
"Hey it's Midoriya!" Eijiro exclaims. I wave to them and they walk towards us. "It's been awhile eh?" I laugh.
I notice Shoto, it looks like he has something on his mind.
I shouldn't have done that
Why am I pretending
Why.
We continue walking to school, making jokes. But there's one thing on my mind.
My dream.
It's weird. It keeps popping up.
I'm concerned.
I shrug it off and continue laughing with them.
Mr. Aizawa fell asleep in class and is letting us do whatever. I'm gonna take a nap, it felt like I had an hour of sleep last night.
You're a terrible person.
If you tell her you'll make her sad.
You made a mistake.
You're a mistake
Your mom didn't push you out of her uterus for you to go hurting people like this.
If your mom knew.
If she knew.
I wake up with a jolt, as if I got shocked. I look around and no one was close enough to do that. What's going on?
What was going on in that dream?
That's it, I'm never going to sleep again.
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