Counterfeit Love | BKDK

9

In the dimly lit hospital room, Izuku's eyes shot open, his chest heaving as sweat trickled down his forehead. His breathing was rapid and uneven as he tried to steady himself, realizing he had been caught in the grip of a haunting nightmare.

The remnants of the dream clung to his mind, vivid and disorienting. Images of chaos and destruction flashed before him, reminding him of the perilous encounters he had faced. The weight of his injuries and the uncertainties of the future weighed heavily upon him, amplifying the intensity of the nightmare.

He looked around, taking in the sterile surroundings, the beeping machines, and the quietness of the room. It was a stark contrast to the tumultuous dreamscape he had just experienced. With trembling hands, Izuku wiped away the perspiration from his forehead, his heart gradually returning to a more steady rhythm.

As his breathing began to regulate, Izuku realized that Katsuki was fast asleep in the chair beside his bed. The sight of his friend's peaceful slumber provided a small measure of comfort amidst the lingering unease of the nightmare. Drawing strength from Katsuki's presence, Izuku mustered the courage to sit up, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger.

The soft glow of the moon spilled through the partially drawn curtains, casting a gentle light on the room. The familiar sounds of the hospital buzzed in the background, offering a semblance of normalcy amidst the turmoil that had recently engulfed their lives.

Taking a deep breath, Izuku steadied himself, determined to shake off the lingering effects of the nightmare. He knew he had to stay strong, not just for himself, but for those who cared about him. The path of a hero was fraught with challenges, both physical and emotional, but he refused to let fear consume him.

Glancing once more at Katsuki, whose steady breathing remained undisturbed, Izuku found solace in their unwavering friendship. It was a bond that had weathered storms and overcome countless obstacles. He drew strength from the knowledge that Katsuki would be there for him, supporting him through the darkest of times.

Gently swinging his legs over the side of the hospital bed, Izuku planted his feet on the cool floor. The act of standing felt like a small victory, a symbol of his resilience in the face of adversity. With each step, he gradually moved away from the remnants of the nightmare, reminding himself of the power of his will and determination.

Izuku made his way to the window, peering out into the night sky. The twinkling stars offered a glimmer of hope, reminding him of the vastness of the world and the endless possibilities that lay ahead. He closed his eyes, allowing the serenity of the moment to wash over him, pushing aside the lingering shadows of his dreams.

In that quiet moment, as he stood at the window, Izuku made a silent promise to himself. He would rise above his fears, face the challenges head-on, and emerge stronger than ever. The nightmare was just a fleeting moment, a reminder of the dangers he faced as a hero. But he refused to let it define him.

As Izuku settled back into the hospital bed, his eyes fluttering closed, he heard a soft rustle of movement nearby. Moments later, Katsuki's voice broke the silence.

"Why are you awake, Deku?" Katsuki's voice was laced with concern, tinged with sleepiness from having been awakened.

Izuku turned his head to face Katsuki, his expression a mix of weariness and vulnerability. "I had a nightmare," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.