Book 1: Beyond The Blast (Bkdk)

The Aftermath's Revelation

The aftermath of the villain's defeat buzzed with a frenetic energy. Cameras flashed incessantly, reporters clamored for interviews, and Recovery Girl bustled about, patching them up after their explosive victory.  Yet, amidst the chaos, a different kind of tension simmered between Izuku and Bakugou. The shared dream, the villain's quirk... the echoes of their intertwined memories lingered in the air, a truth far heavier than any victory.  The dream confession, raw and unexpected, hung between them like a live wire, crackling with unspoken emotions.

As Recovery Girl examined them, her brow furrowed in unexpected concentration.  "Strange," she muttered, her voice laced with a hint of intrigue.  "The quirk disruption you experienced... it seems to have had an... unusual side effect."
Both Izuku and Bakugou stiffened, their gazes meeting briefly before darting away. Recovery Girl's words confirmed their unspoken suspicions.  The connection forged in the dream, the vulnerability they'd dared to express... it wasn't just a fleeting consequence.

"Explain, Recovery Girl," Izuku blurted, his voice betraying his anxiety. The old healer chuckled softly.  "It seems the villain's quirk, while aiming to disrupt memories, inadvertently acted as a catalyst.  The shared dream you experienced... the connection it formed... it's been amplified." A wave of confusion washed over Izuku.  Amplified?  What did that even mean?  Did Bakugou feel the same strange pull, the echo of his whispered confession in the dream?  He stole a glance at his rival, searching for some sign of acknowledgement.

Bakugou, ever the stoic, kept his face a mask.  Yet, the faint clench of his jaw and the flicker of something akin to vulnerability in his crimson eyes betrayed his inner turmoil. Recovery Girl elaborated, her voice laced with scientific curiosity. "Think of it as a temporary bridge forged by your quirks.  It allows a deeper level of empathy, a glimpse into each other's thoughts and emotions during moments of heightened focus."

The revelation hung heavy in the air.  This wasn't just a simple connection; it was a bridge, a direct link into their deepest selves.  The weight of this realization settled on Izuku's chest.  Could he handle the vulnerability of having Bakugou so readily access his thoughts, especially after the dream confession?  And what did this mean for their relationship, forever altered by this unexpected bond?
Suddenly, a new worry gnawed at him. 
What about Nana?

If the connection with Bakugou was amplified, did it weaken his link to his ghost grandmother?  A shiver ran down his spine as he desperately searched for her reassuring presence. As if sensing his turmoil, Recovery Girl placed a hand on his shoulder.  "Don't worry, Midoriya.  The link to your... spectral companion... seems unaffected.  It's a separate phenomenon."
Relief washed over him, temporary and fragile.  He still had Nana, at least for now.  But the revelation about his connection with Bakugou demanded attention.

They walked out of the infirmary in a tense silence, the weight of the dream confession and the amplified connection pressing down on them.  They both knew things had changed, irrevocably.  The battle wasn't just about defeating a villain; it was about facing a new reality – one where they were bound by a unique and unexplored connection. Later that night, as the dorms quieted down, the memory of the dream confession flickered insistently in Izuku's mind.  Bakugou's gruff words, the unspoken emotions that simmered beneath his explosive exterior... they felt real, raw, and undeniably him. 

Was it a truth revealed under the veil of the dream, or a future neither of them dared to acknowledge in their waking state? He tossed and turned, unable to silence the questions swirling in his mind.  Across the hall, Bakugou wrestled with his own demons.  The dream confession echoed in his thoughts, a challenge to the walls he'd built around himself for so long.
The revelation about their connection only added another layer of complexity.  Denial was a familiar comfort, but a nagging voice whispered that things had changed. 

He couldn't ignore the undeniable shift in their dynamic,the unspoken understanding that simmered beneath the surface, fueled by the dream's vulnerability. As sleep finally claimed them, a faint luminescence flickered in the corner of Izuku's room.  Nana, her form shimmering faintly, watched over him with a gentle smile.  She knew the path ahead wouldn't be easy, but a seed of hope bloomed in