Hey fellas! Don't get used to this quick update. I spoiled you guys a little bit while stressing over my exams that are coming up next week. Hope you enjoy!

With all the okay things that were happening in his life, figures things would go bad eventually in the next few weeks. Midoriya snoozed his alarm five times already and was just about to press the button again for the sixth time. He didn't want to get out of bed, it was hard enough to turn around. Just reaching over to push the button was such a task; the thought of doing anything was too much. He closed his eyes.

All Might's voice came from outside his door. It was all muffled and distant to Midoriya, something about wanting to get going, he wasn't sure what really was said. Though there was nothing upon him, it felt like there were multiple hundred-pound weights covering his body.

It wasn't until All Might got into his room that he could understand the words that his ears were failing to hear earlier. "Midoriya, my boy, it's time to get up and leave, we'll be late." Izuku gave no response, he didn't even open his eyes. "My boy? Izuku? Are you okay?"

By some sort of miracle, Izuku summoned enough energy to slowly open his green eyes and shake his head. Like that night of the breakdown, he couldn't form actual words; except this time instead of sobbing he felt like everything he looked at was transparent, it was all so easy to look through. His brain was stuck in a weird dissociative state. Currently nothing looked or felt real, not even his mentor's hand that was currently placed on his shoulder. All this confusion in his brain made Midoriya clench his eyes shut once again. This state only made him sick to his stomach and that was not a good feeling to have the first thing in the morning. In fact, none of this is a good feeling to have the first thing in the morning.

"Can… Can you get me my meds?" He made out. Izuku hated how weak and pathetic he sounded at that moment. This is always what it's like, these brief lapses in depression. He hated everything about this terrible illness that made itself so prevalent sometimes. "In the top drawer."

All Might murmured out a sure. Midoriya could tell by the sounds around him that his mentor grabbed the pill bottle from the side dresser, pills rattling inside. Another sound for him to hate at the moment; stupid pills. Stupid Midoriya on pills. Stupid Midoriya who can't even get out of bed to take his pills.

As soon as All Might returned to his bedside, he made himself open his eyes again. Despite tingling in his arms, Izuku pushed himself up so that he could sit against the bedframe. He almost didn't make it up; his arms almost gave out. Even though his idol was right beside him he wished he wasn't. All Might was so strong, and Midoriya didn't want him to ever see him like this. He warned All Might about his depression, but he didn't think the warning would come into play.

Yet All Might stayed by the bedside, helping Midoriya sit up and stabilize, getting him water to take his pills, telling him he could do it when it seemed like his body was going to reject the solid medication and the liquid going down, even if it was just water. Is this what having a father in his life would be like? Midoriya had no clue.

"Give me a few minutes, I… I can… get ready to go." Midoriya's voice strained as he attempted to move forward.

His mentor pushed him back, succeeding in knocking him so he was leaning on the headrest once again. "No, you're not."

"But you said… Time to go."

"Not for you." All Might still had his hand on Midoriya's shoulder, his grip as firm as his voice. "You need this day for yourself. Look at you, you can barely move."

Midoriya struggled a bit under All Might's grasp. This was frustrating. Embarrassing. If only this wasn't his life. If only he never had to live like this at all. "It's not fair if I skip out. I have to… I have to come."

"No." His mentor stressed, giving Midoriya a very stern look. "Midoriya, I promised your mother I would do anything to look after you. You, my boy, are not well. You're going to stay here and rest up. I'll make you some food just in case you get hungry and I'll come back to check on you later. Okay?"

Izuku gave up fighting All Might to get up and sunk back into the bed, nodding his head. "Okay. Get some rest. I'll see you at lunchtime."

A part of him was still aggravated, but his mentor was right, and he hated it. He wasn't in any shape to be moping around the office. To be honest he would be no help at all, just staring at the computer. Though maybe in reality he was no real help at the office at all; maybe he hasn't been doing anything for this person that he looks up to so much. Maybe he's not worthy of being under his wing. Stupid Midoriya.

It's a good thing he was feeling weak; if not he probably would have got up and downed an entire thing of pills. What's worth living if he wouldn't be able to do anything right? Right now there was no one more feeble. There were some messages on his phone screen that he could see out of the corner of his eye. They were probably all Todoroki, but he didn't want to respond. Midoriya really didn't have the energy. His eyes grew heavy again, and there was nothing else for him to do except let the darkness take over. Izuku made a silent vow; this was the last time he was allowing himself to get this bad.

It's weird how a mind could be in chaos but that's not what dreams reflect. Sometimes there's reliving the good times, sometimes the bad, but sometimes nothing seems to exist at all. This is how this dream was, just Midoriya all alone. The ground was reflective and shiny, like a mirror and even though there was no sun it was like he was blinded by a shining light. When he tried to call out to someone, there was an echo, but no response. For some reason, he was alone and he felt so lonely.

Some voice suddenly echoed in the distance. Izuku found himself chasing the voice, even though he didn't know who was calling out. He was determined to catch up, even though he was running to who knows where. This voice, it must be important to him somehow; he wouldn't be craving to find the speaker otherwise. Even though he was going somewhere, it seemed like he was getting nowhere. This dream seemed like a metaphor of his life.

After a while, he slammed into someone. It was for sure a person; but there were no definable features. Whoever they were they didn't talk but they were coated in black. The voice Izuku was following stopped in an instant, he thought possibly it must have come from this stranger. Instead of speaking, the figure waved for him to follow, and so he did.

"Who are you?" He tried, getting no answer. Though there was no answer, he got the feeling he could trust this strange being. It must be linked to the voice, after all. The voice has been silent ever since they showed up.

The being soon came to a halt. "I'd hope that you would recognize me." It finally spoke; a familiar female voice coming through. But it wasn't the same as the other mysterious voice. "I've missed you, Izuku."

"Mom?" he called out in disbelief. If that was his mother then why is she just a black figure, like a figment of his imagination? Then again, this is a dream after all.

The figure (she?) started to walk again. "You know, I spent almost my whole life looking after you. My fragile, fragile boy. You've always been like this, why do you think you would change?"

"Mom… I don't understand, what are you saying?"

Something hushed came from the distance, it's like he could faintly hear the other voice again. "Don't listen to her, don't follow her, don't trust her." It was saying, but how could he not? She was his mother. She might not be making sense and she might be unrecognizable, but this is a dream. Things are not supposed to make sense.

"You know what I mean." She responded, shaking her head and walking towards Izuku. "You, my son, are nothing. Weak, a burden, and you've always been this way. You'll never amount to anything, you are a failure. I doubt even All Might would accept you."

She's wrong. "You're wrong." Midoriya shot back immediately. He was trying to not let her get to him but hearing things like that come from his mother's voice still stung. She was his number one supporter, his fan. Why would she be the one saying things like that? Unless his brain was trying to rip him apart even further.

"Are you sure about that? I think you might want to convince yourself first." She chuckled maliciously, putting her hand on his shoulder. "It's quite laughable, actually. You're so weak that I can do… This." Next thing Izuku knew, the shadowy person pushed him and he was falling into even more darkness. He found himself screaming as he fell down the endless pit; it couldn't be like this, it couldn't end like this. But it's not like there was someone to help him; besides the shadow he was alone in this strange world.

"Midoriya!" Was the next thing he heard. "Midoriya, Midoriya!" The voice, it was back. A least if he was going to die, he was going to die peacefully. He just wish he knew who that was, the voice that was calling out to him.

He then shot up, gasping for air. He felt disgusting, before he realized he was covered in sweat. His throat was as dry as the desert. "Midoriya…" All Might was back by his bedside. How long was that odd dream? How long has he been trapped in that hell space for? He needed his mom; he was frantic, surely she would be here. It didn't register with him for a while that she wasn't here and that All Might was the only one, a very concerned look on his face. "Are you okay? You were screaming… I just got here to check on you…"

Midoriya didn't know what he looked like right now, but he must have looked like a deer in the headlights. The falling feeling was still in his gut, even though he was wide awake. "I… I… No." Was the best he could do to answer All Might's question, before sighing. "Look, chances are this isn't going to be getting better. So… It's okay if you drop me and find someone else. Really…" Izuku wasn't sure if he meant those words or if he was just like a puppet. Either way, those were the words that came out of his mouth and he can't change that.

All Might sighed, placing himself on the side of the bed. He shook his head. "Believe it or not, there was a reason that I chose you, my boy. I'm going to tell you a story; it's your choice to listen or not, but I hope it'll clear things up for you a bit."

It was hard, but Midoriya tried his best to stay attentive to what the older man was saying. He started talking about the past – a boy that wasn't ready for life and a woman, one that saw the good in everything and everyone.

The boy was a total delinquent. His father and mother passed away which left him with nothing; he practically lived on the streets. Stole to get food, got in fights with everyone, it wasn't a good life. A dropout, he was seen as nothing to everyone he came around in society. There was no way at all for him to bring his life back around. He couldn't be saved no matter who or what came into his life. This boy was the lowest of the low. Until of course she came along.

Her name was Nana Shimura. She was a famous artist straight from Japan; she because famous for her abstract paintings that depicted the ups and downs of the world. In order to get a fresh start in life she came to New York City, leaving everything else behind. That included her gigantic art career. She was determined to make something good in this world, and help someone else who may require care. All Might mentioned how once she heard about this boy, she hunted him down, showed him the ropes, gave him passion for something again. The two of them – they became an unstoppable pair. With her mentorship, Shimura taught the boy the beauties of art, which gave some meaning to his life again.

"Eventually… The boy became a famous comic author. But Shimura unfortunately never lived to see the day. She passed away. The boy wanted to make it up to her so…." All Might glanced over at Midoriya, smiling gently. "That boy was me. I have the same desire to help someone the way she helped me. It was no coincidence that I chose you, Midoriya. When I met you in that coffee shop, I could tell something was… different." His tone turned soft. "I want to help you. I want to support you. And I am not going to give up on you because of your depression. Okay?"

It was hard to believe all that Midoriya just heard; All Might, a delinquent? Him, struggling? It seemed like it wasn't possible, but he told the story with such sincerity it's definitely not a made up story. He appreciated All Might telling him this, he's been learning a lot about everyone lately.

"All Might, I think I need to go back to therapy." Izuku admitted softly. Even though it had been a good run without it, it's really something that he shouldn't be without with all these weird lapses of mental health lately. "Do you… Do you think that would be possible?"

"I want to support you no mater what. We can work around a schedule for you, sure."

"Is this… what having a dad is like?"

That made his mentor laugh. "Sure my boy, if that's what you want."

Midoriya couldn't let out a laugh too, but All Might's laughter made him feel a bit lighter than before. "Hey… Thank you for everything, All Might. Really. And I'm sorry to hear about your master. I'm sure she was a wonderful woman."

"She was." All Might responded, tousling Izuku's hair before standing up. "I'm about to head out again. Do you need anything?" The young boy shook his head, finally feeling okay enough to lift his hand and wave before his mentor turned to walk out of his room. "Goodbye, my boy. Get some more rest. And say something to Todoroki if you can, he seemed worried sick."

I hope you guys enjoy this update! I was a little worried that the dream sequence would seem a bit odd and that this chapter would be a bit weird but I thought I would take a break from the Todoroki/Deku relationship! I also am sure that some of you would probably be disappointed by the lack of Todoroki but don't worry; you'll get enough of him next chapter ;)))

Also any guesses on who's voice Midoriya was chasing in the dream?