I found myself in a surreal space, surrounded by shadowy silhouettes that seemed to move as one. Their combined presence was unlike anything I had ever felt before. My heart raced, and I opened my mouth to speak, only to find that my voice was nonexistent. Panic welled up within me as I realized I couldn't communicate.
The figures remained gathered around me, their eyes fixed on me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. It was as if they were trying to convey something urgent, something I couldn't quite grasp.
Struggling to regain control, I attempted to force out words, my desperation growing. But the air seemed thick, as though something was constricting my very ability to speak. Fear gnawed at me as I struggled in vain, my mind a whirlwind of confusion.
Amidst my growing panic, the shadows seemed to close in, their combined presence pressing upon me. My heart pounded in my chest, and a wave of terror crashed over me, drowning me in an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
Abruptly, the figures' intensity seemed to spike, their forms blurring as if merging into a single entity. The pressure became suffocating, and I felt as though I was being torn apart by some unseen force. In a final, desperate gasp for release, my eyes flew open, my heart pounding wildly as I found myself in a disorienting haze. The lingering remnants of the dream clung to me, mixing with the reality of Todoroki's room. The faces of my friends, twisted with concern, surrounded me, but their voices seemed distant, muffled by the chaotic whirlwind within me.
I was lying on a bed, and before I could fully grasp the situation, my body jerked uncontrollably, a surge of energy coursing through me like a lightning bolt. Panic welled up as I struggled to speak or move, but the excruciating lightning that enveloped me had its grip on me.
Then, a familiar presence cut through the chaos. Aizawa stood above me, his scarf dancing as his quirk activated. My surroundings blurred, and I felt trapped between the dream and reality, my consciousness teetering on the edge.
The room seemed to spin, and I fought to process everything. The voices of my friends were a jumbled symphony of worry, and my attempts to understand them were futile. But Aizawa's stern voice commanded attention, cutting through the noise. "Everyone out," he declared, his gaze locking onto the other students.
- maybe say something like the voices died down and the room cleared out leaving only two figures: Aizawa and Recovery girl-
Tsu, Iida, Uraraka, Todoroki, Recovery Girl, and even Bakugou exchanged concerned glances before filing out of the room, leaving Aizawa and Recovery Girl behind.
The silence that followed was palpable, the residual energy of the quirk malfunction slowly dissipating. My breathing began to steady, the erratic pounding of my heart starting to ease. Aizawa's presence was a steadying force, grounding me even as the remnants of the nightmare still echoed in my mind.
Aizawa's voice broke through the fog, his words clear and authoritative. "Midoriya, can you hear me?"
I struggled to focus on his question, my gaze fixated on his figure. Panic still simmered within me, but his presence seemed to temper it, if only slightly.
His quirk was active, its calming effect enveloping me. "You had another quirk malfunction," he explained, his tone unwavering. "Can you tell me how much you remember?"
I struggled against the confines of my own voice, my lips parting in an attempt to answer Aizawa's question. His expectant gaze fixed on me, waiting for my response. My chest tightened with frustration as I tried to form words, but all that escaped were the feeble whimpers that echoed in the quiet room.
Aizawa's expression shifted, his understanding evident as he absorbed my inability to speak. He seemed to get it, that the words I wanted to say were just out of reach. His voice, still firm but softened with empathy, broke through the haze. "You don't have to tell me right now, Midoriya. Focus on your breathing. Ground yourself."
I nodded as best as I could, my body still trembling from the lingering effects of the quirk malfunction and the remnants of the dream that still clung to me. With Aizawa's guidance, I concentrated on each breath, letting the rhythm anchor me in the present.
Aizawa's quirk remained active, its binding energy a constant presence, but as I focused on my breathing, I felt a sense of control returning to me. The chaotic lightning that had surged through me before started to ebb, responding to the calmness I was attempting to regain.
Aizawa's voice guided me through the process, his instructions steady and reassuring. Step by step, he helped me ground myself, pulling me away from the panic that had threatened to consume me.
After what felt like an eternity, the panic began to subside, replaced by a newfound sense of calm. The room seemed to settle around me, the haze of dissociation gradually lifting. Aizawa's quirk wavered, and for the first time since the quirk malfunction had begun, I felt a spark of control over the lightning-like energy.
I focused on the quirk, willing it to listen, to respond to my newfound composure. And to my surprise, the energy obeyed, its surges now matching the steady rhythm of my breathing. The sensation was strange, a mix of power and vulnerability, but it grounded me in the reality of the moment.
Aizawa's voice, softer now, broke through my concentration. "You're doing well, Midoriya. Keep breathing, keep grounding yourself."
I nodded, the once-turbulent storm within me now a controlled force. With each breath, the room came into sharper focus, the remnants of the dream slowly fading away. The chaos of panic was replaced by a tenuous calmness, and I held onto it like a lifeline.
The storm within me began to abate under Aizawa's guidance, his unwavering presence providing a lifeline. As the panic receded, I felt a sense of relief wash over me, the remnants of the dream and the quirk malfunction slowly fading away.
My breathing steadied, and I blinked, the room coming into sharper focus. The lightning-like energy that had surged within me now obeyed my command, responding to my newfound calmness. With Aizawa's help, I had found my way back to reality.
The realization hit me like a wave, and tears welled up in my eyes. The release of pent-up emotions surged through me, and a sob escaped my lips. It was overwhelming—the relief, the fear, the gratitude—all of it intertwining within me.
Aizawa's voice cut through my turmoil, his concern palpable. "Is it okay if I touch you, Midoriya?"
I couldn't find the words, but I didn't need to. In response, I reached out, my arms wrapping around Aizawa's form as I held onto him with all the strength I had left. My tears flowed freely as I buried my face into his chest, letting out the emotions that had been building up within me.
Aizawa didn't hesitate. His arms encircled me gently, offering a secure embrace. The weight of his presence, his solidity, provided a sense of comfort I hadn't realized I needed. I cried into his chest, my shoulders trembling with the force of my emotions.
He sat there with me, his touch a steady anchor amidst the storm of my feelings. His presence was warm and grounding, a testament to his unwavering dedication as a teacher and mentor. He held me as I let out the tears that had been trapped within, his touch a silent assurance that I wasn't alone in this struggle.
Time seemed to stretch as we sat there, my sobs gradually subsiding into gentle sniffles. Aizawa's quiet support remained unwavering, and as the storm within me quieted, a sense of peace settled over me. In that moment, I found solace in his presence, grateful for his guidance and understanding.
