Yet another school day had ended. Everyone had headed back to their dormitories, with a select few staying behind to clean up the school corridors or helping Lunch Rush with the dishes. For some reason, Midoriya hadn't been feeling himself that day. He just wanted to get through the entire day, run to his room and shut himself away from the world. Uraraka could sense what was up with him and took it upon herself to console him.

She gently knocked his bedroom door, unable to predict any reaction on his part. When she heard no sound, she knocked again before opening the door, stepping inside the room and closing the door.

'Deku,' she softly murmured. Not a single sound could be heard from him.

'If anything happened, just remember I'm there for you,' she said.

'Thanks, but I don't feel like talking right now,' he grumbled.

'That's why I'm here. You've been freaking everyone out with how low you were. Can I get you a drink, just to help you out?'

'Mm-hmm.'

A few minutes later, Uraraka came back with a glass of orange juice. Having gotten to know Midoriya, she learnt that the only way to snap him out of his feelings was through his stomach.

'I know now must be a hard time for you,' she said, as he gingerly sipped his juice. 'So I promise I'll go easy on you.'

'No need,' he said at a pace she could barely hear him.

'What do you mean, no need? I came all this way to talk to you, I gave you a drink, and now you tell me no need? How am I supposed to understand how you're feeling if you'll just keep pushing everyone away?'

Midoriya looked at his half-empty glass, then at Uraraka. He didn't want to discuss his reasons with his friends or mentors. He felt like they wouldn't take the news well. Yet he knew Uraraka wasn't going to give up without a fight.

'I can't help you if you don't let it out,' she said.

He really didn't want to say it, but he knew he had to. One way or another.

'This morning, I had a dream,' he began to speak. 'In this dream, I was blessed with all the knowledge in the world, against my will. I knew everything there was to know about anything.'

'That doesn't sound too bad,' she said, slightly grinning.

'That's just the best part,' he continued, getting up. 'All of a sudden, the skies turned blood red, the trees started melting and worst of all… I saw him.'

'Who did you see? Bakugo? Overhaul? That guy with the hands?'

'It was All Might. I saw him being sucked down by something like quicksand. He was powerless. He couldn't save himself. I tried to save him, but some shadow tackled me and forced me to watch my idol, my mentor, my hero… disappear into the depths of the Earth.'

'I never knew, Deku. On behalf of everyone in 1A, I'm sorry we didn't try to help you sooner.'

'No help would've been worth it. That dream taught me something. I know not everyone can be saved, but if I can't save the man who helped me get to where I am right now, what good will I be in the future? If I just helplessly watch All Might's fate be sealed, there's nothing we can do about it, I don't think I'd let myself live it down.'

Out of nowhere, Midoriya smashed his glass against the table, completely shattering it and spraying juice all over the walls and table. Next thing Uraraka knew, his hand was bleeding, with glass shards sticking out of it.

'It doesn't have to end like this!' she yelled, running to his side. 'You don't have to react this way because of a dream!'

'I have to! All it does is remind me that everything is futile, that you can't fight fate. What happened with Nighteye certainly didn't help me back then.'

'Deku, don't clasp your hand. You'll hurt it even more. Besides, this isn't the way to react to a nightmare.'

'Easy for you to say, Uraraka. You didn't have it bad. For all I know, you probably did less in the Overhaul raid than I did.'

'You may not be lying, but I was affected by it as much as you were. I still have sleepless nights; I still have nightmares. Sometimes, I even cry myself to sleep.'

'I don't see how that makes me feel any better, especially with a broken hand.'

'The point is, there comes a time in life when you will be unable to save someone you love. Whether it's All Might, your mom, or even me, there will be situations beyond our control. You already know that in case you think I'm patronizing you, but just remember this. You can either keep assuming the worst and give up on your dreams, or you can cherish the friendships and relationships you have. It's like that one movie says, tomorrow may not come.'

As soon as Uraraka finished her rant, Midoriya thought of all the people he had crossed paths with. It was messages like these that reminded him that life is worth living, and that if he kept dwelling on a nightmare, he would become his own antithesis. Yet, he was still unsure.

'But what if that nightmare I had was a premonition of sorts?' he asked Uraraka. 'Will I still be able to act on time and save All Might?'

'Who knows? Life is too precious to drive yourself to insanity over a bad dream. You don't get another chance like this, so make good use of your time here. At least you've got friends.'

Uraraka spread four fingers out like a fan. Midoriya would've asked why he did this, only to glance at his glass-filled hand and realise why. Likewise, he spread the fingers on his unscathed hand out and interlocked his fingers with hers.

'Does that feel better, Deku?' she asked him.

'Yeah, I guess,' he said.

'Now let's help out with your hand.'

'Are you sure? I mean, neither of us have experience with pulling glass shards out of human skin.'

'That's why Recovery Girl exists. You think too much.'

'I think too much?'

'You think too much!'