Something to fight for //Izuku Midoriya x Reader x Katsuki Bakugou

Chapter 15: The nightmare

"I'm fuckin tired of putting up with his bullshit!" You yell, pacing across the room. "He's always fucking mad and I'm tired of fixing his attitude FOR him! Jesus Christ, he's a damn teenager he should know how to control his fucking emotions!"

Deku, who sat on your bed looked mildly terrified, he had never seen you like this. "U-uh, maybe you should calm down a litt-"

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?!" You shout, making Deku wince. Your pacing comes to a halt, "You don't even fucking know what kinda bull I've had to put up with because of him, then he blames it all on me like I'm doing something wrong in the friendship like it's MY FAULT!" More pacing.

"Just tell me what happened, Y/n, come on..." he said, quieter this time, "You've been yelling ever since we got back, and that was half an hour ago."

Realizing that your friend was right, you took a deep breath; trying to force all the negative emotions out of your body. It worked, mostly. You still ended up throwing a pillow at your closet before sitting next to the green headed boy on your bed.

Deku sort of scurried away when you sat next to him. You ignored it. "It doesn't matter what he did..." you sigh, "I just wanna forget about it," you turn your head to look at Deku, "Can I do that?".

Nodding softly, Deku pulled his phone out of his back pocket, "Wanna see this meme I saw earlier, it reminded me of you," he laughed. The air still felt slightly tense, the sound of the ceiling fan ever too loud. But that was okay.

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A few hours later, you and Deku both end up passed out in your room, Deku laying peacefully on the bed, and you curled up with the blanket that was sagging off the mattress. That night, you dreamt of that Sharky dude.

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You were back in the Macdonalds, but it wasn't you and Katsuki and your friend anymore, no one else was there. Just you, and that weird man with blue hair and a serious need for lotion.

He stared at you. You stared at him. For a while, you just looked into each other's eyes from across the room. Suddenly, the man starts breathing heavier. Then the breathing turns into a small cackle. Then into a loud, boisterous laugh.

Tilting your head, you asked, "What?"

"Look behind you...."

Your blank slate of a dream mind did as told, turning to look out the window.

Outside, the sky was red.

The trees were black and lacked leaves, life or anything cheerful.

The roads were cracked and buildings demolished.

In the middle of the rubble, you see your two best friends.

Fighting...

Someone...

On their own.

You can see from the window that they're yelling, both at each other and the man their fighting, who are clad in black.

All of a sudden, the man in black strikes them both down.

They fall.

They're not moving.

They're not moving.

They're not moving.

Holy shit, they're not moving.

You bolt out of the fast food restaurant, and into the post-apocalyptic dream world, running towards your friends. They had to be okay. They had to.

They're less than a few meters in front of you. You can see the damage has already been dealt.

This is irreversible.

You can't just shove someone's brain back in their head and make them okay.

This isn't reversible.

You cant reattach Katsuki's head.

You cant put Izuku's brain back in, from where it was mushed on the inside, then spilled out of a large crack by his temple.

You cant put them back together.

No one can.

You reach down to close the eyes of your dearly departed friends. Your hand is an inch away from Izuku's face. Your crying, your fingers brush his lashes and...

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You wake up.

Tears are streaming down your face, your nose is stuffed already and your mind is plagued with terrible thoughts. Images keep flashing in your head. You can't stop them.

Sitting up, you glance at the bed above you; seeing Deku's body under the blue covers, facing away from you. Is he breathing?

You stand up, sitting half-way on the bed and observe him further. You still can't tell. Scooting all the way onto the bed, beside Izuku, you put your hand on his arm and feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

Letting out a content sigh, you wipe your tears and lay down next to your best friend, facing his back and studying his breathing like it could stop any minute.

Cause it could, couldn't it?

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I wrote this in under 30 minuets. Im tired. I think i have a test tomrow. Also this is my first year in highschool so congrats to me, Im really glad to finally be able to take Psychology! It's awesome, next year im taking AP, then Sociology in 11, then the dual learning thing in 12th. WOOOOO goNNA BECOME A PSYCHOLOGIST WOOOO ITS WHAT IVE ALWAYS WANTED! IM NOT BOTHERING TO SPELL CHECK THIS NOTE CAUSE IM LAZY.

Also hon eng is kicking my ass. I transfered back to the school (i was homeschooled for 8th grade but before that i was in this system. And like apparently everyone in hon eng had like a summer reading project. I registered a few days before school started, and didnt get my sched set up till open house. They should have fucking told me about the reading project, so I'd have a whole semester left to do it. Now i only have two weeks to read the book and write a 3500+ word essay on it. Fuck you, highschool.