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Aoyama's story: The dreams begin

The next morning had the students in varying states of sleep deprivation. Some, like Yaoyorozu and Iida, had slept well and were awake and ready to start the day. Others, like Tokoyami and Midoriya, looked ready to fall dead where they were standing. Everyone else seemed to be in between those 2 categories. Even Aoyama, who prided himself on getting his beauty rest, was less than alert that morning after worrying the night away. He was a guinea pig of sorts for this new exercise, the first dream that everyone would see.

That breakfast, hardly anyone spoke. They were all too stressed to even eat. Of course, Iida enthusiastically karate-chopped the air as he and Yaoyarozu tried and failed to get 1-A to at least eat something, as they had hero classes that day and training on an empty stomach was never fun. The class eventually finished what they could of their breakfast and headed out the doors to homeroom.

The classes didn't lighten any of their stress either. Several students were unable to pay attention during Present Mic's English class, which was usually one of the most entertaining and engaging non-hero classes at UA. Mina was fidgeting with her pencils, Kaminari was constantly messing with Ojiro's tail, Midoriya was muttering throughout the day, trying to figure out based on the little knowledge he had of his classmates what to expect. Bakugo hardly tried to tell him to stop, a rare sign, as he was deep in thought wondering how his peers would react to his and Midoriya's history. Even Yaoyorozu spent the better half of Ectoplasm's lecture staring out the window.

"Just how much did you try to scare them about the dream exercise, Eraser?" Present Mic sullenly asked. He and Aizawa were sitting with the rest of the teachers in the staff room. "That was one of my best lectures and no one wanted to even pick music during their individual work! Do you know how crazy they usually get, fighting over playlists? Did you threaten to expel them again?" Aizawa merely grunted in response, which Mic grumbled at, frowning into his lunch.

1-A barely made it through training that day. All Might had taken notice and was worried until Aizawa had told him about their new exercise. With a heavy heart, he had to let the poor training go on, knowing that the students were trying to still process everything.

The evening of the first dream was interesting. The students decided to go to the common room altogether to watch a movie. They briefly fought between the first Shrek movie, courtesy of Kaminari, Mina, and Sero, and Lilo and Stitch, chosen by Koda, Todoroki, and Midoriya. Iida, not wanting any fights to break out, had the class vote on which movie to watch. Lilo and Stitch won by a landslide, as no one outside of the Bakusquad wanted to watch Shrek for the 3rd time that month.

The movie was put in as Kaminari, Mina, and Sero pouted. Usually, Mina and Kaminari would pretend to cry onto each other's shoulders while Bakugo threatened to blow them up, but no one really had the energy. As the class watched the movie, there was still an unspoken silence between them. Aoyama was the first person to try the new exercise, but he had never really stated anything about his childhood. Hopefully, he had a good childhood, and it wouldn't be too harsh to deal with. The class decided to try and put their fears aside, and enjoy the movie.

By the time that Lilo and Stitch had finished up, half of the class was already asleep. Trying not to wake them up, the ones awake just got comfortable and softly talked with each other.

"What do you think we could expect, Midoriya?" Iida asked, "We don't really know him, but you have talked with him outside of class before."

Midoriya looked over at the sleeping French boy near him, "We never really talked about anything personal. It was more of him asking me about my quirk. The only thing he mentioned was his quirk harming him from a young age."

"So likely quirk dysphoria?" Yaoyorozu questioned.

"Likely."

And with that information, the rest eventually dozed off, giving in to the black abyss of restless slumber.