The only thing that existed was pain. All encompassing, muscle-spasming, bone-rattling pain.

How drunk was he? No, this wasn't a hangover headache. He's had enough of those to be able to know the difference, and this was certainly much worse than a hangover. Oh god, please tell him he wasn't addicted to meth again, that was a nightmare to get off of. He didn't even have Arai around anymore to keep him clean while he recovered. But, still, what the hell happened? Majima hadn't felt this shitty in a decade. Was he on a bed? Sure isn't his bed, he never slept on anything this soft. He prefered more firm mattresses, but this felt like he was sleeping on a big fluffy cloud. Whose bed was this?

"Kokiri, get up before you're late for work." Who the hell said that? No one calls him by his first name, not anymore. He opened his eyes and-

Oh.

Oh god.

"A-Aimi?" There she was. Short and petite, just like he'd remembered, long black hair. She had eyes as green as the deepest forest, and she was… Not… Dead. How was she here? She died, hundreds of years ago. Didn't she? What's goi-

A pillow hit his face, hard, knocking him completely off of the bed. Her usual green lightning faded away as she smirked at him. "Finally getting off your ass, huh? Come on, let's get some breakfast in us before it's too late." She walked out of the room, acting like she hadn't just woken up from a 200 year dirt nap.

"What the fuck…?" Yeah, that summarized this scenario pretty well. He stood up and took a quick peek outside. He was in Osaka, that much he could tell in an instant. He'd never forget that skyline. There were billboards and ads for products he hasn't seen in centuries, there wasn't a single visible mutation type quirk in sight, and everything looked so… Old. He made his way out of the room and down the steps, holding his head the whole way.

It was a dream. All of it, he'd imagined it all. Midoriya. Ibara. Iida, Shoji, Kendo, even Bakugo. Had he really dreamed all of it? All of them? The whole of hero society? None of it had ever… Even existed.

…

What was that? Was that a… That was a voice, wasn't it? He looked around the small living room, trying to find where that voice had come from, but the television was off. The only sounds were someone moving in the kitchen. He walked into the kitchen, looking around for Aimi. She couldn't have been real, could she?

"Hey, what's with that frown? You're over there looking like Mister Grumpy." He looked to his left and- Yeah, she was still there. Alive and well. Was she wearing one of his shirts? "Come on, lighten up a bit. I made you eggs, hurry and eat them before she wakes up." He sat down, looking at the plate of eggs in front of him. She? Who was Aimi talking about? When was this supposed to be? His head hurt like crazy, like someone was slowly pushing a nail right into his temples. He couldn't focus on anything. He wasn't hungry, not in the slightest. She was saying something, looking at him weird. He tried to force everything back into focus.

"I'm sorry, could you say that again?" Kokiri asked her, making her frown.

"I was asking if you were feeling alright, but I think that just answered my question. I guess you're not going in to work today?" Work. Work, work, where did he work? He was a… Teacher, wasn't he? Yeah, he taught at the high school a few streets over. How had he forgotten that? He was there every day, even on the weekends. That's when he had those special classes for his quirked students. They were too afraid to come to class during the week, so he made sure that he'd be at his office during the weekends, so that they could still get an education. He was the only quirked teacher at the school, but only his quirked students knew that.

"No, no, I don't think I can go in today. There's too much I have to think about."

…

Fuck, there it was again. There's a voice coming from somewhere, like its whispering something right into his-

"Really? And just what does the Great Majima Kokiri, the Bear of Bandō, Slayer of Men and Stopper of Time, need to think about." She was mocking him, and he should be mad. But everything just felt… Wrong, like he shouldn't be here. The tv was on now, playing the news. Something about a school, for heroes. His head hurt, it was only getting worse. "Ko, are you sure you don't need to go to the doctor? You look miserable."

"I'm fine, I just, uh… How old am I?" God, that was pathetic. How could a dream fuck him up this badly. He's not a child anymore, he should be able to figure out what was fantasy and what was reality.

She looked at him, confused. "How do you forget your own age, Kokiri? Your birthday is next week, you'll be 40. Not that that matters much to you, you haven't aged since we met." That's right. He hasn't aged since he turned 27. His quirk kept him locked at the moment of his prime. He can't changed, at all. For better or worse.

"I just… I had a dream that's really fucked me up, that's all. I'll be fine in a bit, I just have to think about some stuff. Don't mind me."

Aimi sighed, looking sad about something. "Stop that, Ko, you always do this."

"Do what?"

"You never talk, you never tell me about your problems. Not since Jin died." He flinched at that. That was still real. Jin was still gone. Akira was still running around, doing who knows what. And Aimi?

"How's your quirk?" She raised a brow at this, firing up her quirk for a second. Her face was cast into shadow, and green lightning began to arc off of her. It was just like Jin's. She was a late bloomer, just like Kokiri. Her body had to enter a prime physical state in order to utilize her quirk. She started training shortly after Jin died, but she never told him why. She was able to fire up her quirk not long after she started. "It's fine, like always. I don't understand why you keep asking me about it."

"You know me, Aimi, I worry a lot about nothing." She gave him an odd look, but shrugged her shoulders anyway, seeming to accept his answer. But something else was bothering him. "You remind me of someone I had a dream about." He didn't mean to say it out loud, but it was true. It reminded him of Izuku. The constant training, their strength, their drive for justice. It was the same.

…

The sound, the voices, those annoying ass voices, he hears them but he can't find them. They're there, he knows they are, calling to him, trying t-

"Oh really?" She put her chin in her hands, listening to him talk. She would have to leave for work soon, but she was still giving him her time and attention. This felt nice. He should talk to her more. But that dream? That's a whole lot of baggage that even he didn't want to go in to.

"You were dead. Iwata was dead. Ueno was dead. You had all died, and I was all alone, 200 years from now. I was still a teacher." She laughed at that part, and even he managed a short small chuckle. "Heroes were everywhere. Everyone had a quirk, and the whole of society was centered around heroes and villains. There are schools that taught young children how to be heroes, trained them. It was like Jin had created a paradise. Oh, he would have loved it. The ideals of justice and kindness being taught to every child of every generation, he would have wept like a bitch." Now she was openly laughing, and he joined her. For just a moment, everything felt normal. Like this was how it was supposed to be.

A phone was ringing, and Aimi looked at her cell phone with a frown. " Oh man, that's the office number. They must be calling me in early. I guess Ogawa still has the flu, poor guy."

"I'm telling you about the scary dream I had last night, I'm the poor guy!" Seriously, he's open to sharing his feelings for once and she brushes him off, that cold-hearted bitch.

"Oh, don't be such a baby. You can tell me all about your dream when I get back." She leaned over and kissed his cheek, "I have to go to work, try to feel better. Oh, and make sure you wake Kori up soon, she should be getting hungry." With that she rushed out the door, going to whatever job she had. What was she again, an accountant? No, not an accountant, she was the opposite of that, right? Yeah, she was a hero. Oh man, what was her hero name again, it was always really cool. She took Jin's name, didn't she?. The mighty On-

…

Fucking hell, that's starting to get really annoying! Seriously, what was that? That was his name, someone was calling his name, weren't they? Whenever he figures out who, he's gonna kick their as-

A cry came from upstairs, scaring the shit out of Kokiri. Was that a baby? Why was there a baby in his house, he didn't have any children. That dream fucked him up pretty bad, sure, but he'd fucking know if he'd had a kid. That's not something you just forget. That crying was pretty annoying, though, he should probably go check that out. He got off of the couch and made his way upstairs, the crying pausing for a second before starting up again. He used it to find which room it was coming from, walking in and- Yep, that's a crib. Whose kid was this? He walked over to the crib and looked inside, where a little girl stared up at him. She looked just like Aimi, but she had… His… Eyes…

Majima bolted up and leaned to the side, vomiting onto the floor. Luckily, it seemed that Izuku managed to take a step back in time to not get spla-

Wait, Izuku?!

"Oh fuck me, what the hell is happening, kid?" His head was hurting even more now than it was before, and his vision was blurry. Izuku ran out of the, what was this, a hospital room? He came back later with Chiyo, who started to immediately poke at him and ask him questions. "Hold on, you crazy bitch, just give me a minute, alright? Gah, the fuck happened, let's start with that."

She looked at him, upset with his choice of words but decided to answer him anyway. "One of the students in the business course has a memory quirk, that plunges the victim into a comatose state where they are forced to relive an earlier memory. According to the student, the stress of her classes, combined with you suddenly appearing in front of her- Probably from using Time Stop- Caused her to use her quirk on you by accident. You've been here in my office for the last few days."

"Days? That's not right, my body resets itself every 24 hours, that's part of my quirk."

"Izuku, dear, could you clean up Majima-san's mess for me?" She asked the green haired boy, gesturing to the puddle on the ground. Turning back to her patient, she said "Well, does your quirk affect your memory at all?"

"Well it sure doesn't help me remember jack shit, if that's what you mean."

"It's not, and watch your language around the students, Majima-san." She wrote something down on her clipboard, "Now, are you experiencing any other memory problems?"

"Just a headache, nothing worse than my usual hangover."

"I thought Nezu-sama told you that talk like around the students is prohibited!"

"Oh please, Izuku knows what I'm about, don't you, kid?"

Izuku nodded, throwing away the paper towels he'd been using to clean the floor. "Majima-sensei has been a family friend since I was 8, Chiyo-sensei. I'm used to these kinds of things from him."

"Well, I'll go and get you some painkillers for your headache, Majima. Izuku-kun, thanks for helping me these last few days, and make sure the others know that I'm gracious towards them, too."

"Yes ma'am"

"Wait a minute, what others? Who else would help you look after me?" That confused Majima more than anything else, and that's fucking saying something.

"Oh, Iida-kun, Shoji-kun, and Ibara-chan. Iida-kun was worried that you wouldn't be well enough to finish your lectures about the original United Nations Hero League, and was making sure that the notes you left on your desk were well organized." Majima guessed that made sense, not like Izuku would lie to him. 'Sides, that sounds like something Iida would do.

"Alright, what about the others? I haven't talked with Shoji one-on-one, so I don't know why he'd care, and I thought Ibara was busy preparing for her internship?"

"Shoji-kun is the one who carried you to the nurse's office, so he felt that it was partly his responsibility to make sure that you were recovering."

Majima leaned in close, trying to make sure Chiyo couldn't hear him. "Remind me to buy that guy a drink. Or give him a perfect score on his next assignment, whichever comes first."

Izuku nodded and carried on, "As for Ibara-chan, her internship ended a few days ago. She's come to check on you a few times a day since she got back. She never told me why, but she said that it was personal."

"Wait, your internships are over?" The boy nodded, "How fucking long was I out?!"

"2 Weeks." Chiyo answered from over at her desk.

"You said I was out for a few days, you bitch!"

"I may have lied a bit, because I knew you'd overreact when you woke up."

"Oh, so when I lie, I get bitched at by Nezu for nearly 20 minutes. But when you lie, I just have to take it like an underpaid hooker!"

"Majima!"

"Fuck you, I'm mad!"

"Get out of my office! No painkillers for you, you can live with your headache!"

"Whatever! Thank you for watching my body!" With that, Majima stomped out of Chiyo's office, dragging Izuku with him. Fuck, he needed a light. Oh, but what do you know, he never replaced the flint on his lighter with the new one he'd ordered, so fuck that plan he guessed. He glanced at Izuku, "Please, just this once, tell me that I've been enough of a bad influence on you for you to start carrying a lighter?"

He shook his head. "Sorry Majima-san." Damn, there goes that plan. How the hell has he not started carrying a lighter, 80% of his time is spent hanging around one of two smokers! Aw, whatever, he just shrugs it off and starts leading Izuku down the hall. He checked his phone, which one of his four visitors had been nice enough to put on the charger for him, and saw that it was only midday. That means that 1-A must be in the middle of it's lunch period, which makes sense. That's the only reasonable reason that Izuku could have been in the nurse's office, at least, you know, when he wasn't injured himself. But there was something else that was bothering him.

"Hey kid, you've known me long enough to quit using my last name. Just call me Kokiri."

Izuku raised his brows a bit, "Are you sure, Ma-Uh, Kokiri-san."

"Yeah, that sounds a bit better. Now get back to the cafeteria, kid. My class is cancelled for today, I have some shit I need to work out."

With a nod of the head and a quick, "Yes sensei!", Izuku ran off, leaving Majima alone to think about the shit he'd seen in that dream. That memory. He hadn't remembered any of that, but now it was crystal clear in his mind. He's gonna need quite a few bottles of Johnnie Walker to fall asleep tonight, ain't he?