Trees surrounded him, along with pain surging through his body. He didn't know where he was, all he could recall was escaping from a horrible place, a place that was nothing but screams, cries, tears and begging, pleas for help. No one would come for him, he knew that much. Why cry and plea for help when he knew that no one would ever come to get him?

Looking back, he only saw darkness, shadows closing in on him as he tried to get away from the darkness. Fear shot through his heart, making him push himself to go faster.

Whimpers reached his ears, as had the sounds of foot falls hitting the ground. Though they sounded a little off to him. Shaking his head, he ran faster, noticing that blood was dripping down his body and could only watch as darkness came closer and closer to him. He screamed and cried for help as he tried to get away.

The darkness shot something out, causing him to scream out in pain as he fell onto the ground and groaned. Curling in on himself as he looked over his shoulder. Eyes wide and filling with tears of pain as he saw a figure standing above him. No, this couldn't be happening, he had gotten away from this. Whatever it was, he knew that he had gotten away. Shaking his head, the young man pleaded with the shadow man. Telling him to leave the poor boy along but it seemed that the shadow only smirked as he mumbled something under his breath.

His ears couldn't hear what it was that he was saying, nor could he read his lips either. All the shadow man did was soon laugh as he shot a hand out and went to grab onto the poor boy, causing him to scream bloody murder.

Eyes snapping open before he quickly sat up in bed. Breathing heavily, the young man looked side to side as he tried to figure out what happened. Where he was, only to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that he was in his bedroom. Drawing his knees close, the young man covered his face as he let out a groan. He had thought that by now his nightmares would have ended.

Nightmares that he had no idea what they were even about.

Taking a deep breath, the young man looked over at his side table as he saw his clock. It was just an hour before he was supposed to get up for work. Maybe it was better that he woke up now anyway, he wasn't going to be going back to bed any time soon.

Pushing himself up from, the young man grunted a bit as he ran a hand through his sweaty locks. He'll have to shower after he had breakfast. He was starving really. Blinking his eyes sleepily, he sighed softly as he walked out of the room. Already missing the warmth of his bed as he just wore a pair of blue flannel pants to bed.

A lock of his long blonde hair got in his face, causing him to brush it back. Maybe a shower first wasn't so bad to do right now. Sighing, the young man made his way to his bathroom, though grabbing some clean clothes to change into afterwards. Rubbing his eyes, the young man blinked as he saw his reflection as he walked into the bathroom.

His fluffy blonde hair was almost like a rats nest from sleep. Yet, the two locks of his hair, rather long for his liking framed his face as they reached his chest. Looking up, he noticed that he had slightly dark circles under his blue eyes. To others, they just seemed to be a nice shade of blue, almost like that of the ocean and sky mixing together. Yet, if one would look closer, you would noticed sparks within their depths, as well as his pupil not being rounded but nothing other than a slit. Though he noticed that his blue eyes were edged with a golden yellow tint. Must have been from his fear caused by his nightmare.

The young man was rather tall, well taller than a lot of people here in Japan. He was muscular though not overly so, at least while he wasn't using his quirk. Yet, his eyes drifted to the many, many scars that he had on his chest, as well as his arms. They were something that he had always had, he couldn't remember anything as to how he got these scars, and most of his childhood was a blur to him. Yawning, the young man grumbled a little as he felt his fangs poking at his lips. That was another thing he had noticed, he saw many people that had fangs in the world but no one had fangs like his that would change in length.

Closing his eyes, the young man tried to calm his nerves, the nightmares for the most part had lessened over the years. But, there would still be times where he would have those nightmares but he would, yet he also would recall something else that brought him a sense of peace.

"Eyes…" He whispered to himself that was the only thing that he could recall from his nightmares the most. Even in his own memories, he would recall something green, kindness and some kind of warmth.

Wiping his face, the young man made his way to the shower, removing his pants and boxers before stepping into the hot shower. He winced at first, until he let out a comfortable sigh. Closing his eyes, the young man couldn't believe that he had this nightmare again though, then again it wasn't as bad as it usually was.

Even with being a Pro Hero, the nightmares scared him more than it should. Most likely because his mind had reverted to when he was a child. Must have been the trauma that he had gone through beforehand. He didn't know, nor could he really be sure as to why that was in the first place. No one really knew what the nightmares were telling him, nor would he ever really tell anyone about those nightmares in the first place. Not even his masters could get him to speak about his past, or even his nightmares though, not like he could really remember his past in the first place.

Letting out a soft sigh, the young man grabbed his shampoo and conditioner as he started to wash his hair. A soft scent really, the only thing that his sense of smell could tolerate. 'Curse my sense of smell…' He thought to himself before sighing softly.

Running his fingers through his blonde locks, he couldn't help but think as to what would happen today. He knew that he had to patrol the city today, though he was sure that he had to patrol with Hizashi today. Not really sure, he'd have to double check, knowing him his memory would just fail him here and there.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, allowing the water to wash over him. Hoping that it would wash away all of his troubles. If he was honest, he felt like he was missing something rather important. Though he couldn't be sure what it was. It had to do something with his missing memories. Though he couldn't be sure what it was. Even his master couldn't be sure as to what had happened to him, as he had nothing to his name but dog tags that held a name, which they assumed to have been his name on them.

"Who was I?" He whispered to himself before shaking his head and turned the water off. Stepping out of the shower the young man grabbed his clothes, throwing them on rather quickly after drying his hair and body. He had on a white shirt and dark green cargo pants before throwing on his belt buckle. Turning his head to his reflection, he saw that he did indeed look a little better than before but, still a far cry from being a hundred percent.

Shaking his head, the young man walked out of his bathroom as he started to make his way toward the kitchen. Yet, the closer he got to the living room, the louder the sounds were getting. It sounded like someone was either playing video games or watching TV. He couldn't really be sure. Tilting his head, he walked into the living room as he saw two people.

One was a tall man with long blonde hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. He wore orange tinted sunglasses that hid a pair of hunter green eyes. The man wore a dark blue tank top and green shorts. He sat crossed legged on his leather chair as he held a gaming controller as he seemed to be busy shooting at his enemies in the game.

Turning his blue eyes over toward the other man, he saw that he was drifting in and out, which was to be expected. He had long shaggy black hair that covered his equally dark eyes. He had stubble on his cheeks and chin, giving him a scruffy look. He had on a black sweater and matching black pants. The only thing he didn't have from his hero costume was his long grey white scarf and his goggles, along with his black boots.

The blonde seeming to sense him as he turned his head and grinned. "Hey Toshinori! You're finally awake!" Toshinori turned his blue eyes toward the blonde in the chair and gave a small wave.

"About time that you did, we were starting to think that you were gonna over sleep." The raven haired man said as he looked over at the tall blonde. "We were starting to think that you were having another nightmare."

Toshinori seemed to flinch a little at that.

"You did didn't you?" asked the other blonde.

"I did Hizashi but I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Toshinori said with a small smile.

"It isn't fun for us to hear when you wake up screaming." Hizashi said before looking over at the raven haired man. "Right Shouta?"

"Yeah." Shouta grumbled.

"You're both ones to talk. Think it's fun for me to hear when you're both having sex?" Toshinori countered, causing both men to blush softly. "Anyway, I'm gonna go get myself some breakfast."

"I'm going to bed." Shouta grumbled, the sound of his foot falls echoed the hall until the door closed. Toshinori shook his head that was typical of Shouta but to be expected. He worked all night, almost never having time for Hizashi though Toshinori knew that they were in love. Nothing would change that, though he let out a soft sigh as the young man started to make himself some breakfast. Some bacon and eggs sounded really good right now.

Licking his lips at the idea of having some meat, Toshinori let out a growl of contentment as he started to pull out the bacon and eggs. Yet, as he stared at the bacon, he couldn't help but whine a little. A part of him longed to eat raw meat though he knew that wasn't what civil people did.

Tightly shutting his eyes, he took a deep breath hoping to calm his senses. He knew that he couldn't act like the beast that he had to act like himself. He wasn't that beast anymore, even though it was just under the surface.

Shaking his head, Toshinori turned back to the task at hand and saw that the bacon was cooking, as was the eggs. Smiling, he licked his lips before he placed his foot on a plate and buttered up some bread and made his way over to the couch and sank into the softness of the pleather. "So, what's the plan today Toshi?" asked Hizashi, not looking away from the TV.

"Well, I have to do some patrols today. Otherwise, nothing really exciting as we don't really know what to expect while out on patrols." Toshinori said with a shrug of his shoulders as he started to place his eggs on his bread and ate it like a sandwich.

"Well, I'm patrolling with you today, but I just have to make a couple stops before I do join you." Hizashi said before pausing his game and looked over at his friend with a frown. "Toshi, talk to me here buddy. What happened in your nightmare?" asked Hizashi with concern.

"What makes you think I had one today?" asked Toshinori as he took a bite of his breakfast.

"The fact that before I even came out here, I heard you tossing and turning as well as whining." Hizashi pointed out, crossing his arms across his chest as he pretty much glared at the blue eyed man. Toshinori sighed softly after finishing the last bite of his egg sandwich and nibbled on the bacon. This was something that they had spoken about a couple times… and it always ended with Toshinori never saying anything about the nightmares.

How could he? They were his burden alone. It was something that he has dealt with his whole life, or at least from what he could remember. Nightmares that he could never really figure out though he wasn't sure if it really meant anything or if it was just his mind wanting to torment him in some way or another. Letting out a soft sigh, the young man looked over at his friend as he said "Look, the nightmares are nothing for you or Shouta to be concerned about."

"Toshi, we're your friends! You should be able to trust us with this at the very least."

"You know I don't trust easily Hizashi." Toshinori said without really thinking. That was another thing that he had noticed, but he had terrible trust issues. Not sure where that came from either, though he knew that it was something that he had for the most part overcome growing up. But even now, he still had trouble opening up to people.

Finishing his breakfast, the young man set the plate on the table before he looked over at Hizashi. "Just because I don't open up though Hizashi doesn't mean anything alright? I trust you and Shouta more than I do most people."

"Besides Nana and Gran Torino." Hizashi pointed out with a chuckle.

"That's different. I kinda had no choice but to trust them." Toshinori said with a chuckle before his expression sad. "I still feel terrible for how I treated them back then. I was such a brat." He was, recalling how he had attacked and bitten Nana and Gran Torino, they had only tried to help a little boy but he had treated them terribly. He couldn't help but sigh softly as he ran a hand down his face at the memory.

"Toshi, please just talk to me about the nightmare? If not me then a doctor."

"Never!" Toshinori snarled, baring his fangs at his friend. Hizashi backed up a bit in fear, causing Toshinori to calm down before looking away. "You know how much I hate doctors Hizashi, come on I have to be knocked out in order to get treated. I barely tolerated Recovery Girl and she's not technically a doctor but a Pro Hero."

Hizashi sighed softly, it seemed that he could recall all their times in school when they were still in training to be heroes. Toshinori had to be unconscious before he would go into a hospital if it was something that Recovery Girl couldn't heal. Or, he would have to be heavily medicated so he wouldn't attack anyone in the room.

It was what came with his 'special' kind of condition as even Recovery Girl, the only other person to know what it was had no idea how something such as that was possible. It was something that he never told a soul, but only a special selective few knew of the truth.

Turning his gaze to the window, Toshinori calmly said "Look, Hizashi, I do trust you and Shouta more than I do others but I still can't talk about my nightmares. I burden you guys enough as is." He sighed softly before pushing himself back up and took his plate. "Anyway, I have to head out now. I'll meet you later." Toshinori made his way toward the kitchen and washed his plate quickly before making his way out.

He sniffed the air and frowned a little. "Yo, Hizashi bring an umbrella with you alright? I think it's gonna rain."

"Then what about you? We only have one."

"I'll be fine, I'm warmer than you." Toshinori calmly said before he walked out of the apartment. Honestly, he didn't have to leave for work for at least another couple hours but, he was rather angry. Not at his friends, nor at anyone really. He was angry at the nightmare, he couldn't escape those nightmares and he wasn't sure what he could do. It just seemed that his nightmares didn't just bother him but his friends as well.

He couldn't be sure what he was to do about them. There was no way that Toshinori could talk to a doctor about such a thing as he just didn't like doctors to begin with. No matter what, every time he confronted someone who was a doctor, he disliked them right away. It just bothered him, though maybe that was part of the past that he just couldn't remember.

Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a dog tag that held his name on it. "Is this even my name or something that I had ripped off of someone?" asked Toshinori, not really expecting any kind of an answer from someone. After all, who would hold the answers for him in the first place? No amount of searching would ever help him find out what it was that he was missing, to find out who he was or even if he had family left in the world.

Closing his eyes, the young man took a deep breath before shoving the tag back in his pocket and started to make his way out of the building. May as well enjoy a nice walk before he would go on his patrol.