I woke up. That's all I could describe it as.

I felt the cold concrete under me, and the torn hoodie covering my body. It was a dark navy blue one, with holes along my right arm, and the left side of the actual hood.

I wasn't sure what color my hair was. It was doused in my own blood, giving it a sort of sickly color to it. Plus, there where glomps of hair missing on my head.

I touched my skull as I then got up. I felt hard bone, and about a few centimeters of skin that was suppose to cover it.

I then felt my face. I did wonder why I could only see from one eye. It was because I was missing one, leaving a small hole where my eye was suppose to be. And the surrounding skin seemed to be missing, revealing raw, darkened skin. Guess I won't need my right eye anymore.

I looked around, and saw that I was previously laying down on a tall metallic wall. Did I know this place? I think I did...

I walked through the opening, and vividly remembered how it was supposed to come to a grinding close if anyone without proper ID tried to come in. One would suppose that they use thermal cameras to activate it.

The dead have no body heat. Especially if they're as fucked up as I am.

I then continued on; setting off none of the alarms. I simply tried to remember this place, only to have an unbridled feeling of deja vu. I must've been here. But when? How? Why?

I didn't know anything, yet I could register what was what. What color the grass was, about how tall I was. How I knew that I was dead, or dying. That I've lost too much.

I was a male, around 6 feet tall, weighed a lot less than I should, and my limbs looked like they could fail me at any time. Yet...they didn't.

I ventured on, and saw the crisp green grass, and numerous houses across the yard, housing what looked to be...children.

I then felt my memories click, and I saw a blurry vision of me holding back some unknown object. It stank of corpses and blood. I watched myself try to hold it back as my...wife...and child call out to me.

I was then overtaken by it as I heard a final cry for my name.

I awoke form the vision. I felt weak; useless. Dead.

I then looked up and saw children point at me in a worried matter, and numerous came out in a matter of seconds. I simply looked on as they stared at me with horror and shock.

I would share their stares if not for the fact that it was me that they were watching. They called out to me; not knowing my name.

I looked beyond them to the ones in the buildings...and saw...me.

He had dark seaweed green hair, and bright emerald eyes. He appeared to have awaken from slumber, as his eyes were filled with unrest.

I tried to remember his-no, OUR name, but I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't remember my true name. All I could remember were two titles given to me. Deku, and Dad.

I walked towards them as I removed my hoodie, giving them a full view of whom they were facing now. I then told them the title that seemed to fit me.

"My nAMe iS DeKU. a FathEr ANd HuSBand."

They froze in place, and a few of them looked at each other as two of them then looked back at my...younger self. He bore a face of sadness and fear once he heard my name.

I then felt a power surge through me as I then activated my...Quirk. Green sparks of electricity covered my body as I looked up. The clouds seemed to leave the area in order to give the sun more space to shine upon the Earth.

I then squatted down as I blasted off into the air at blinding speeds. I soared above the clouds as I saw the beautiful sunset in front of me. I started to form tears just watching it. I didn't want the moment to end.

I fell down back to Earth onto the main building of U.A., and just sat there. I just wanted peace of mind, and to fix what I had messed up. And life was giving me a chance!

...But why? What did I do to deserve this? There have been COUNTLESS people who've wanted to not die, and live on. So then, why was I chosen.

What makes me so special. I mean, sure, I'm the #1 Hero, and I've saved thousands of lives, but so did All Might. Yet, he died as well, along with all the other One for All users.

Why am I so important.

I'm sure someone else'll surpass me, and then someone else, and someone else, to the point where I'm eventually forgotten.

So why?

I started to cry as I kept on asking myself this question. Why was I spared when everyone else wasn't. Why did I die, only to come back to life. What was the point to endure all that pain and suffering if I was to return to the world of the living?

It didn't make any sense. None whats so ever.

I then looked on at the area around me. All these people, plants, animals, old and new friends, gifts, old and new family. All these things just there.

And I wanted to die? Get away from this?

I guess I was ready to die, only to come back. Perhaps this was a blessing?

I mean, I could warn everyone of everything, and fix what was destroyed. Right?

I decided to just think about this. Think about everything that will or has happened. Or at least, everything that I still remember.

Why is life?