Paradoxical Sleep

Just a Bad Dream

***NOT MY ART***

Katsuki POV

I open my eyes and its bright, too bright and there is this dull throbbing pain throughout my body. I can hear a faint beeping from the heart rate monitor beside my bed and then the strong smell of disinfectant hits my nostrils. I am in the hospital.
In the bed beside me I see the chest rising attached to a messy mop of green hair that I could pick out in a dark crowded room. A sigh of relief escapes me, but that relief is stripped from me so fast it gives my ass whiplash. Everything, all of it, it all came flooding back to me, the fight with REM, his quirk, the kids, me getting my ass handed to me and…Deku. I failed him. Wait! No, I covered his face with his mask, I protected him but blacked out before I could cover mine. Deku is safe! Man, I fucked up on this one, Izuku was safe but now I am was trapped in REMs shitty quirk. Just fucking peachy. Now what am I supposed to do?
I felt the last bit of sanity that was holding my mind together snap. And for no reason other than I just felt like it, I started destroying anything and everything around me. And I mean everything. The bed, lamp, tables, chairs, the monitor, the T.V., I even threw a cart that was by Deku’s bed out the damn window. I’m proud to say that I didn’t even have to use my quirk, not once. Though I’m not too sure I could being in this shitty hell hole of a quirk.
I guess the window shattering was the last straw because before I could grab my next inanimate victim there were these freckled muscular arms wrapped around my waist, squeezing tighter and tighter. Deku was pulling my rampaging ass to the ground yelling at me but in his annoyingly caring and cautious way he only uses it when he’s with me.
“Kacchan what’s gotten into you? Why are you destroying the hospital room? Relax Kacchan, breathe, it’s okay, you’re okay. Everything is going to be fine. We are here and we’re here together. Just breathe you idiot. I need you to dial this tantrum down a few levels before I get thrown out the window next.” He says this all while holding tighter on to me. He refuses to let me go, but I’m also not fighting him on it.
I relax into his tight grip, laughter quietly erupting from my lips. This really is my own personal nightmare. Nothing could be worse than being stuck with Deku for all eternity. I need to find a way out of this quirk. No, I will find a way out of this quirk. Every quirk has its limitations, a weakness, I just need to find it. I look back over my shoulder to Deku, “I’m fine. I’m calm, now let me go alright.”
I get up, start looking for my shit, I need to get out of this hospital gown, it's not my color and the draft is getting a little chilly. I find my stuff, get changed quickly and start grabbing the rest of my stuff that is conveniently here waiting on me, must be the quirk. While I’m doing this, Deku is still on the floor mumbling to himself. I used to hate it when he did that, but now I can barely hear it anymore. It’s just soft noises to me. I start to wonder, nightmare or not, this Deku, could be of use to me. The irony.  His quirk knowledge may be the key to getting out of here and back to my actual life. Plus, given what just happened it doesn’t seem like I’m going to be able to run from him anyway. The purpose of this quirk is to create my own personal nightmare. I look at him and he quickly looks up at me. Yep. I’m definitely stuck with those emerald eyes staring at me, following me.

Izuku POV

There is a loud crash and I jump awake. My heart rate monitor is going nuts! I look around and see Kacchan breaking everything he touches. LITERALLY. Seeing him brings in a wave of memories; giving Kachan my mask to save him but exposing himself to REM, misusing my quirk, hitting a wall, and falling under REM’s quirk. Did his quirk even hit me? Everything feels so real but at the same time I still feel a little foggy and sluggish. Something isn’t right.
CRASH!
I’m pulled from my thoughts from the sound of Kacchan throwing something out a window?! What the heck Kacchan!? I run up and grab him afraid he is going to throw me or worse himself out the window next. I pull him down and try to calm him down. Telling him over and over to relax and calm down. Surprisingly, it works. I let him go and try to figure out what is going on. What happened after I blacked out. Did the quirk actually hit me? I look up at Kacchan, he’s dressed in clothes…where did those come from and when did he change?
I start to ask him the question rattling my brain, but I’m terrified to hear the answer, “Kacchan, what happened after I hit the wall?” Kacchan looks at me, I see anger, hurt, betrayal, and then anger again. He tells me what happens and all he remembers up to blacking out himself. Once he finished, he turned away with a defeated face and his posture deflated. He looks so broken.
Liar. That is not what happened. It can’t be. REM got to me long before Kacchan did. I failed to protect him and those kids. I screwed up and now Kacchan is suffering and blaming himself for my mistakes. That’s not Kacchan, this isn’t real. This is my worst fear come to life. No not fear, this is REM’s quirk. This is my own personal nightmare. What terrifies me more than death itself, is Kachan crumbling and giving up. Exactly what is happening before my very eyes and it’s my own fault! REM will pay for this. If the real Kacchan didn't already murder him, I’m sure as hell going to as soon as I get out of here. I also need to apologize to the real Kacchan, not that he’d even care or listen, but I need to make sure he knows he did nothing wrong. From the very beginning, it was me who messed up.
He walks to the door of our hospital room and locks it. I flinch and look at him very confused. He throws clothes that seem to be mine at my face and tells me to put them on. I realize I’m not even wearing underwear and feel my face heat up. I shuffle around and quickly get dressed. I look down and sure enough, these are my clothes. Weird.
Kacchan walks toward the window, looks back over his shoulder, “You coming?” He points with his head out the window.
“I-uh Yes!” I quickly walk over to the window. Why did I agree to follow dream Kacchan so quickly?
“Good, because we have some things to figure out nerd. Now hold on!” He grabs me, pulls me in, and jumps!
“Kacchan! We’re on like the 10th floor! What’s wrong with the freaking elevator you psycho?”
“Not dealing with those shitty extras, can't trust them.”
“But you trust me?” I scream out while falling to my death.
“I don’t have much of a choice! You’d follow me anyways! You always have and always will!” He activates his quirk to slow us down before we become one with the pavement.
“That was too close Katsuki!” I say punching his shoulder with not that much strength because I’m now feeling more sluggish than before.
“I’m just glad my quirk actually worked. I hadn’t tried it out yet.”
“Are you kidding me! We could have died!” He pulls me along by my wrist as we run away from the hospital. I hear people screaming from the hospital for us to come back but we both ignore it. We ran off together. I’m not sure where he is taking me, but I’m just focused on getting out of this nightmare.
“You’re fine stupid nerd! You wouldn’t have died! It’s just a bad dream!” Kachan yells at me as we disappear into the dim lit streets.
“Yeah. After all, it’s just a bad dream, right?” I say under my breath.