I'm not on EITHER side

I'll ensure their futures are safe.

Izuku's POV

The rain taps lightly against my window as I drift awake. I feel Ochaco's head against my chest. Her hair is splayed all over the place, parts of it sticking into my face, lightly tickling my nose. I gently move her hair away from my nose and let out a small yawn. I look over to the smaller bed in the corner of my room and see a small figure sleeping and slightly twitching. I kiss the top of Ochaco's head and attempt to get out of bed without waking her.

It takes a minute, but I manage to get out of her grasp, albeit with some quiet grumbles of disapproval from her. I walk over to the other bed, making sure to walk slowly and quietly, so as to not wake either of the two up. Eri is laying there, so cute, cuddled up to Magni. Ever since we brought Eri back home with us, they've been inseparable. No one but me and Ochaco can touch Eri without Magni giving them a dirty look at the very least. I'm glad I kept the little cat.

It took a few days to convince her that it would be okay, and she eventually relented. I think she had a good time, but I'm not sure. I still haven't seen her smile yet, although I'm sure I can imagine how bright that smile will be. I reach out and put a hand on her shoulder, rubbing up and down her upper arm in a slow and steady rhythm. She stops twitching before long, and I remove my hand.

I walk over to my desk and sit in the chair in front of it. I open the top drawer on the left side and take out the leather-bound notebook, setting it in front of me. I take out my favorite pen- a nice rollerball pen with a metal casing and an engraving of my birthday and a small message from my mom. I open the notebook to the eighth page, passing the other seven entries I've made so far.

I mark the date at the top and begin writing down the dream I had.

I was in an impossibly long hallway. There were doors lining up and down both walls. I walked over to the one to my immediate right and opened it, seeing the memory of my mom teaching me how to ride a bike. I shut the door after I remembered what it was about. I turned around and opened the door across from the one I just opened. In it was the day I went to the mall with Ochaco and Eri to buy her some toys and stuff. I smiled before closing it. I didn't open any more until I had walked for what felt like hours.

The second to last door I opened had my memory of meeting Dabi and Toga for the first time. I felt conflicted when I saw it. I didn't know why in the dream, even though I do now. I closed it and walked a bit more. I think I felt drawn to the last one. I had walked past it and didn't think too much about it, but I turned around and looked at it before almost running towards it. I opened it and saw nothing. Just an empty room. And then I woke up.

I close the notebook and cap the pen before laying them on the desk. I get up and stretch before going to my closet to grab something to wear. I pull out a white t-shirt, a dark green hoodie, a pair of black jeans, a brown leather jacket, and a black pair of boots. I throw on everything, then put the notebook in one of the interior pockets of my jacket, as well as the pen. My therapist has asked me to keep a journal of how my day goes and my dreams. I thought it was stupid at first, but I guess I've found myself attached to it.

I leave my room as quietly as possible with my phone in my pocket. The elevator ride downstairs is peaceful. The past few days run through my mind as the ride continues. Eri and I each had our first therapy sessions. Hound Dog has said that I harbor too much stress for someone my age, even a hero student. He's recommended I try and meditate for at least half an hour each day. It doesn't have to be all at once, but half an hour a day should help me relax a bit more.

Aside from the journal, he's told me that I should talk to some of the adults in my life that I trust. He asked me who they were, and I felt almost ashamed that I had to think about it. Most people have their parents. I don't have them anymore. At least not the only parent in my life who stayed. He asked me if I was okay. I had told him I wasn't sure who I trusted. He told me that it was okay, but I needed to be a bit more vulnerable sometimes. I have my walls up too high.