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“No- please- not All Might!”
There’s a shout, heavy breathing, covers rustling aggressively. Izuku knocks. “Kacchan, I’m going to come in.”
“W-whatever.”
He opens the door and immediately rushes to the bed, pulling the blankets away so Kacchan can breathe. The scent of nitroglycerin hangs heavily in the air.
There’s a long pause as Kacchan regains his senses. Then-
“I’m fine.”
“It’s okay if you’re not,” Izuku replies. “It’s Kamino, right?”
Kacchan’s silence says it all.
“I’ve been dreaming about it for the past weeks. I can’t sleep, either.”
Kacchan opens his mouth. Closes it.
They sit together until sunrise.