I Blame Me (Tododeku) [Completed]

1 ~ Nightmare

Midoriya's POV

I didn't have time to think. I had to help. Buildings were tumbling down and fire spread everywhere. Screaming was heard from every direction. I turned around and everything, except for my mom, turned black. Inko Midoriya, my mother, was sitting on her knees with a sword sticking out from her torso, hands covered in her own blood. The villain standing behind her smiling evilly, started laughing and then disappeared like mist in the wind.

My mom looked up at me, nothing but fear and sadness in her eyes. "No! Mom! Please! No!"

My own screams seemed almost foreign to me as I tried running towards her, only to find that I couldn't move. I looked down at my feet, feeling something sticky sliding into my shoes.

I was standing in a black tar like substance and it had completely trapped me where I was. I looked back up to see my mother with blood falling from her empty eye sockets. I felt as if I could throw up, just from the sight. "N-No. Mom," I mumbled falling to my knees, the goop pulling me in further.

"This is your fault, Izuku. If only you would've stayed with me like I asked you too I wouldn't have died," Inko spoke 'looking' down at the blood now dripping down onto her hands. "M-Mom," I all but whispered. "You Have No Right To Call Me 'Mom'!" She shouted raising her voice a bit. "I TOLD YOU TO STAY WITH ME!" She screamed, now standing and walking towards me, angry written all over her face. The black goop had completely covered my legs and was now moving up my torso.

A large-ish kitchen knife started forming in her hand, as she continued forward a bit faster. "You killed me. You Izu." My mother said, stopping just before me. "Let me return the favor." She said, smiling devilishly and raising the knife, swinging it down towards me.

I flew up from my bed into a sitting position, screaming and breathing heavily. I was completely soaked in my own sweat and used my sleeve to wipe some of it off my face and forehead. I looked to my right seeing my clock display 3:56 a.m. in red.

'Red.' I could feel my self start shaking. 'It's all my fault. Mom's dead because of me.' My hands went up to my messy, damp, forest green hair and I pulled my knees to my chest. 'She's dead. If only... maybe, she would've lived if I had stayed with her.' I felt the tears slip down my face as my thoughts destroyed me from the inside.

The images of her, blood running down from her eyes flashed in my head and her words echoed in my ears. I moved my hands to my ears, squeezing tightly, trying to stop from hearing. "No... I-It's not my f-fault." I whispered to myself. My breathing getting harder and faster.

I could feel the panic set in as my chest tightened, constricting my breathing. "You killed me. You Izu." My mom's voice rang loudly in my ears, making me squeeze my ears harder and my lungs burn. "No. No! NO! STOP IT!" I screamed, just before I heard my dorm door slam open. After a few seconds, someone started walking towards me, not super fast, but fast enough that it made me flinch. I can't even move enough to look at who it is, fear and panic restricting my movements.

I felt a warm pair of arms wrap around me. "Midoriya, it's okay, calm down." It was Aizawa. I knew it was, but his voice was soft, quiet, and unfamiliar. "It's okay now. Just breathe." He whispered calmingly, rubbing his hands up and down my left arm pulling me into his chest. I felt safe and slowly started calming down.

My chest loosened and I felt air fill my lungs, the burning in my throat slowly going away. The shaking became less violent but didn't dissipate completely. I turned slightly and hugging the teacher back. I couldn't stop the tears that were falling and soon, it turned into ugly, broken sobs.

Aizawa continued to rub my back and arms as he tried to sooth me into a calmer state. When my sobs had turned into small sniffles and quiet weeping, Aizawa pulled away, holding onto my shoulders. He looked at me with caring, tired eyes, his big, warm hands gently kepping me grounded.

"What happened, problem child?" Aizawa asked not letting go of my shoulders. I let my head fall, not wanting to look at him in the eye, not when I was just holding onto him like it was the last thing I'd do. I took a deep breath, making sure it wasn't too loud. "Nothing, just a nightmare." I said, looking back up with a fake smile, trying my best to make it convincing.

Aizawa stood up and put his hands in his pockets, walking towards the door, stopping just before it. "You don't have to talk to me, but try to tell at least someone about your worries." The dark haired teacher said, looking to me before walking out the door, closing it behind him quietly. I sighed hating being told that.

Aizawa's POV

I yawned as I walked through the dorm. I was patrolling the boy's dorm halls. Midnight was doing the girl's side. I heard a scream from the room at the end of the hall. 'That's Midoriya's room.' I thought, quickly walking over to his door.

I was only a few steps away from his door when I heard more screaming and his heavy breathing. I quickly opened the door, accidentally slamming it. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I saw Midoriya flinch, his violent shaking almost hiding the fact that he had.

He was balled up with his knees up to his chest and his hands were covering his ears. He had tears streaming down his face and he was shaking uncontrollably. 'He's having a panic attack.' Without a second thought, I walked over quickly, but not fast enough to scare him, or so I thought as the green haired boy still she'd away.

I hugged him gently whispering everything I was told by my mother. 'Wait, Mother? Didn't his mom die just recently?' I thought trying to calm him down. I rubbed him arms and back, letting him cry while I continued whispering in the teen's ear.

The shaking became less violent and his breathing started to even out. Just as I was about to let go when he turned and hugged me back. I felt my eyes widen before relaxing and rubbing his back while he sobbed into my chest. It felt nice to be able to help someone so similar to the old me.

Midoriya's cries eventually turned into small, occasional sniffles. I sat there for a second before knowing that I had to ask. I didn't want to, but I had to, knowing he probably wouldn't answer honestly. "What happened, child?" I asked, knowing he might avoid it, but I still had to ask.

Midoriya looked down before looking up with a smile. "Nothing, just a nightmare." He responded, trying to calm me down when he was the one that was just crying. I knew something was still bugging him, but I knew better than to push it. I got up and walked to the door. I silently sighed to myself. "You don't have to talk to me, but try to tell at least someone about your worries." I said looking at him, and then proceeded to exit his room.

I closed the door and cringed slightly. Saying that left a bitter taste in my mouth. When I was younger, I hated being told that. I stood outside the door for a minute longer before continuing my patrol, the green haired teen on my mind until I got to my own dorm door, falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

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