Into the past

Ch 2: Just a Dream

A 6 year old Izuku shot up in bed with a cry of his two best friends names flying from his lips. Unstoppable tears were already streaming down his face. He clutched his all Might plushie in his fist as his heart hammered in his chest. The toy spoke it's voicebox reacting to the touch. "I am here!"

"Huh, All Might...." Izuku's eyebrows furrowed in confusion his head snapping to the noise. He hadn't slept with this in...wait, what the crap, why was his voice so squeaky? And his hand it was so small. He held it close to his face to inspect it, attempting to see more clearly despite the tears blurring his vision. He ran his thumb over the back of his hand realization striking him. The skin there was smooth what happened to his scar?

"Izuku! Are you alright? I heard you yell. Izuku...?" Inko rushed into her sons room. Flicking the light switch on she saw her son shaking in terror. Confused and alone in the darkness of his bedroom.

"M-mom?" Izuku asked clearly taken aback by her appearance. That couldn't be his mother could it? No, what was he saying of course it was her, just like he remembered her, but that had been so long ago hadn't it? She hadn't been this young in, well, years. What was going on? Was this some trick by All for One?

"Oh, My poor little Izuku. Did you have a bad dream?" Inko frowned walking over to sit on his bed. She coaxed him into her lap cradling him in a comforting hug. Izuku didn't resist why would he? After everything that had happened, after the failure he'd endured, a hug from his mother was what he needed most.

"Bad dream...? You mean a nightmare?" Izuku mumbled confused and if he was being honest he was getting a little more than annoyed. Sure the hug was nice, but something in his mother's voice was so babying. She was talking to him like he was some little kid.

"Such a big word. Did Katsuki teach you it?" Inko asked smiling proudly down at him.

"Why would Kaachan need to-wait." Izuku jerked away from his mother all the pieces suddenly clicking into place. He ran to his mirror. No, no way he couldn't be!

"Izuku, you're really scaring me. Please say something. What's wrong?" Inko asked him. Her son had been staring at himself in the mirror for a good ten minutes now.

"It was....it was all just a dream..." Izuku realized unsure of whether or not to feel terrible or elated. On one hand that meant he was quirkless still Or that he had never had a quirk at all. On the other it meant All Might was still alive or he was never gone to begin with. He had dreamt it all up, UA, one for All, All for One, being one of the top 3 heroes with Todoroki and Kaachan. Everything. Izuku dried his tears everything was okay. He'd probably just watched too many videos of All Might saving the day before bed.

Close by in the neighborhood a loud boom echoed into the night. A huge explosion having gone off in a young Katsuki Bakugo's room.

"Damnit, Katsuki! Do you have any idea what time it is!? The hell do you think you're-" Mitsuki cut herself off mid yell as she took in the state of her son. The light from the hallway illuminating her son's form as he sat up in bed. He was fighting back tears, his body completely drenched in sweat, his small arms shaking.

Katsuki was silent as he looked around him clutching at his shirt with one of his hands. Hands that weren't as rough, scarred and calloused as they should be, as he remembered them to be.

"Katsuki, it's-." Mitsuki went to put her hand on her son's shoulder but he bolted out of bed before she could get near him. Blasting her with a small explosion blinding her for a second so he could get into a defensive position.

"What the hell was that you damn brat!" She roared at him anger in her voice at her attempt of motherly affection being denied. She coughed clearing the smoke out of her eyes. Damn, his quirk was getting stronger every day.