I lay in bed, my thoughts racing. My heart was still pounding from the kiss, the feeling of Midnight's lips on mine still fresh in my mind. She kissed me. What did that even mean? She k-kissed me.

My first kiss. I've always imagined how it would be, but this... this was completely unexpected. Did I even do it right? What if she thought my mouth was dirty or something? I was sure to have brushed my teeth, but...

I let out a deep sigh, staring up at the ceiling. Midnight, or rather, Nemuri, had fallen asleep beside me. I could feel her presence, warm and comforting, even though the situation made my mind whirl in confusion. She could be anywhere, sleeping in her own bed, yet here she was, staying by my side.

But why? Why would she, a pro hero, want anything to do with me? I wasn't sure how to feel about it.

I closed my eyes, willing myself to sleep, though the questions kept swirling in my mind. Eventually, the exhaustion won, and I drifted off.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a strange, hazy place, surrounded by nothing but a soft, ambient light. I looked down at myself, confused. It was me, but I was different. I was... younger. I was a kid again, dressed in my old All Might pajamas, the ones I used to wear when I dreamed of becoming a hero. I looked around, and my heart sank as I saw two other versions of myself.

The first was me in that damned facility, covered in wounds, bruises, and scars amd several scalpels, knives and other things stabbed into his body. My hair was disheveled, and my eyes were hollow, reflecting the endless pain I'd endured. The sight of him-or rather, me-made my stomach churn.

The other figure... was Nemesis. My self, twisted by anger and pain, clad in the dark, rugged outfit I'd come to know so well. He was glaring at me, arms crossed, with an expression that was equal parts disdain and cold amusement.

Izuku:What's going on?

I muttered to myself, already dreading the answer.

Izuku:I thought this was going to be a nightmare.

Nemesis snorted, a harsh sound that cut through the air like a blade.

Nemesis:This isn't a nightmare, more like a dream of your inner reflection.

Kid izuku:Yeah, what he said!

the kid me piped up, his voice high-pitched and full of childish enthusiasm. He tugged on his All Might pajamas as if to make sure they were still on right.

Kid izuku:We're here to tell you about your new path!

Nemesis rolled his eyes, his scowl deepening.

Nemesis:Enough with the theatrics, brat. We're not playing dress-up here.

Says the dude wearing a vigilante outfit...sure

Izuku: if it's me being a hero FORGET IT

Facility Izuku stepped forward, his movements slow and painful, as if each step was a struggle.

Facility izuku:We're not asking you to be a pro hero

he said, his voice strained, barely above a whisper.

I was taken aback. I wasn't expecting this.

Kid izuku:Really, guys? I thought we talked about this

kid me interjected, his voice full of playful energy, contrasting starkly with the somber atmosphere.

Nemesis:Be quiet, brat

Nemesis sneered, his tone laced with venom. The kid me immediately shrank back, his smile fading into a frown. Nemesis turned his icy gaze toward me, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

Nemesis:Don't be dumb, Izuku

he said coldly, his voice void of any warmth or sympathy.

Nemesis:and stop lying to yourself. You didn't become Nemesis just to take out your frustration.

Izuku:What the hell do you know about me?

I shot back, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. I could feel the rage bubbling up inside me, threatening to spill over but then I realized that was a stupid thing for me to say

Facility Izuku let out a tired sigh, rubbing his temples as if dealing with a persistent headache.

Facility izuku:You do realize you're just talking to yourself, right? We're all you. Just a few years earlier, a few scars deeper.

Nemesis snorted

Nemesis: and I'm you from 4 months ago

I clenched my fists, refusing to meet his gaze. He was right, and that only made it worse.

Facility izuku:You became Nemesis so no one else would have to go through what you did but you let you're anger and hatred crowd you, you used to beat villains to the point of being taken to the ER what happened just a few weeks later, you started killing them

Facility Izuku continued, his tone filled with a kind of resigned acceptance that I hated.

I turned away, trying to block out his words, but they echoed in my mind, relentless.

"You know that. We all know that."

Kid izuku's voice cut through the silence like a knife, soft yet piercing.

Kid izuku:Deep down, you still want to be a pro hero."

Izuku:NO, I DON'T!

I shouted, my voice cracking under the strain. But even as the words left my mouth, they felt hollow, like a lie I'd told myself so many times that it had become almost believable.

Nemesis shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips.

Nemesis:You became Nemesis to become your own symbol. To show the world what real strength looks like Where did that get you sad, broken and alone. But yet here you are, still lying to yourself, again and again.

I gritted my teeth, the frustration and confusion swirling inside me, threatening to consume me whole.

Izuku:And what the hell do you know about symbols?

I spat out, my voice laced with venom.

Again that was a very stupid question for me to ask, NEMESIS the symbol of fear at least that was what the villains called me

Facility Izuku didn't flinch. He just looked at me with those tired, haunted eyes, filled with a kind of sadness that I couldn't quite comprehend.

Facility izuku:We know because we're you, Izuku. Every part of us is you. And you're still trying to figure out who you really are.

I felt my resolve crumbling under the weight of their words. I wanted to argue, to scream, to deny everything they were saying. But deep down, I knew they were right.

Nemesis took a step forward, his expression more serious than I'd ever seen it.

Nemesis:We're all core aspects of you, Izuku. Every part of us represents something inside you. But the real question is, what core aspect are you?

I stood there, staring at the three versions of myself, my mind reeling. What was I? Who was I? The kid in All Might pajamas, the broken boy from the facility, the vengeful figure that became Nemesis... they were all me. But what did that mean? What was I supposed to do now?

...who am I,

I looked at each of them in turn, my thoughts a tangled mess of fear, confusion, and something else-something deeper, something that I hadn't dared to confront before.

Nemesis's words echoed in my mind, over and over again.

Nemesis:What core aspect are you?

I didn't have an answer. Not yet. But as I stood there, facing the different parts of myself, I realized that this wasn't just a dream. This was a challenge, a call to action. To find out who I really was, what I really wanted, and what path I was going to take from here on out.

But does it me being a pro hero?

Is that really the part I have to take

And as much as it terrified me, I knew that I couldn't keep running from it. I had to face it, no matter how painful or difficult it might be.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.

Izuku:I... I don't know yet. But I'll figure it out.

The kid me smiled, his eyes full of hope. Facility Izuku gave a small nod, a glimmer of something almost like pride in his eyes. And Nemesis... Nemesis just stared at me, his expression unreadable, but there was a flicker of approval in his gaze.

The dream began to fade, the figures of my other selves dissolving into the darkness. But their words stayed with me, echoing in my mind as I drifted back into the void.

I woke up, feeling the warmth of Nemuri still hugging me. Her arms were wrapped around me protectively, as if she was afraid I might vanish if she let go. The moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the room. I shifted slightly, trying to get her attention.

Izuku:Uhm, midnight...

I whispered, but there was no answer. She just nuzzled closer into me.

Izuku: ...midnight

I tried again, a bit louder this time.

She stirred slightly, her voice muffled against my chest.

Midnight:I told you... call me Nemuri, dummy.

Izuku:Oh, sorry

I said, feeling my face flush with embarrassment.

Izuku:I wanted to tell you something.

Nemuri slowly pulled away, propping herself up on one elbow, her eyes half-lidded with sleepiness.

Nemuri:What exactly?

she asked, her voice soft and curious.

I took a deep breath, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.

Izuku:I want to be a pro hero.

Her eyes widened in shock, completely taken aback by my statement. I could see the confusion and surprise written on her face. She hadn't expected this-especially not after everything I'd been through. It was a reasonable assumption that I'd hate heroes, but it wasn't that simple. I didn't hate them; I just didn't trust them. Not after all that had happened. But there were still a few I could believe in, a few who hadn't completely shattered my faith.

Nezu, Midnight and aizawa

The only heroes who had truly saved me

"Why?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

I could see the concern in her eyes, the worry that this was just another way for me to punish myself, another avenue for self-destruction. But it wasn't that. It wasn't that at all.

Izuku:I've been lying to myself

I began, trying to find the right words.

Izuku:About why I became Nemesis to begin with. I told myself it was about revenge, about calming my anger, about making those who hurt others pay. But the truth is, I was trying to save people like me-children who were cast out, forgotten by society but unfortunately I let myself go I changed. I wanted to protect them because no one else would but somehow I lost that vision all I cared was hurting...and hurting those monsters

I could see the wheels turning in Nemuri's mind, her eyes narrowing as she pieced things together. She was sharp, after all. She understood more than most people gave her credit for.

"As Nemesis," I continued,

Izuku: I focused on people like human traffickers because they took children-kids, the homeless , the vulnerable that society had abandoned . In a way, I was trying to prevent them from ending up like me from being... transformed into something...into a nightmare of themselves

Nemuri was quiet, her gaze fixed on me. I could see the emotions swirling behind her eyes-surprise, sadness, pride.

Izuku:I've been lying to myself for so long

said, my voice trembling slightly.

Izuku: I failed as Nemesis. Yes I saved people but I lost what it really meant I didn't care I saved them like I did before I just wanted...those criminals to pay at all costs. So... let me try as a hero.

For a moment, she just stared at me, her eyes wide. I could see the shock still lingering there. It was as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Just three days of therapy..."

she thought inwardly, her mind racing. It seemed too good to be true, but she could see the sincerity in my eyes.

I wasn't just saying this-I meant it.

Then, suddenly, she was on me, hugging me tightly, her arms wrapped around my neck. I could feel her shaking slightly, overwhelmed by emotion. And then, to my utter shock, she kissed me again, her lips soft and warm against mine. My heart skipped a beat, my mind reeling.

Nemuri:I'm so proud of you, Izuku

she whispered against my lips, her voice trembling.

Her words hit me like a truck, and I could feel a lump forming in my throat. I wasn't used to this-this kind of affection, this kind of warmth. It was overwhelming, and yet, it felt... amazing.

Someone was actually proud of me, when last has someone actually said that

I don't think I deserve this

But there was something I needed to know. My mind was spinning, my emotions all over the place, and I could feel the panic creeping in. I had to understand what was happening between us.

Izuku:Uh, Nemuri...

I stammered, trying to find the right words.

Izuku: mean... what's our relationship?

I could feel my face heating up again, the embarrassment creeping in. I wasn't good with this kind of stuff-love, romance. It was all foreign to me. I'd been trained in so many things-combat, strategy, survival-but love? That was something I could never figure out. And as for the opposite sex... well, it was safe to say I was clueless.

Nemuri pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes. She seemed to be searching for something, her gaze intense.

Nemuri:I don't mind being with you, Izuku, if that's what you're asking

she said softly.

My heart skipped another beat, the words taking a moment to sink in.

Izuku:Bu...t you're a pro hero and I'm just...

I began, but before I could finish, she shushed me with a kiss.

"Stop that," she said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Nemuri:You're not 'just' anything. You're Izuku Midoriya. You've been through hell, and you're still standing. That's more than most people can say. And I... I care about you. So stop doubting yourself.

Her words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. I could feel the truth in them, the sincerity. She wasn't just saying this to make me feel better-she meant every word.

I sat in the dimly lit office, the room filled with an uneasy silence as I stared down at my hands, fidgeting with the edges of my sleeves. Aizawa stood in front of me, arms crossed, his eyes sharp and observant as always. Beside him, Principal Nezu sat at his desk, his small form almost dwarfed by the large chair. Midnight, or rather Nemuri, was next to me, her presence a comforting warmth, her hand gently rubbing my back in slow, soothing circles.

"So," Aizawa began, his voice gruff but not unkind,

Aizawa:you want to be a pro hero.

"Yes," I replied, my voice firmer than I expected.

Izuku:Yes, I do. Is that so hard to believe?

Nemuri's hand paused on my back for a moment, and I felt her eyes on me, a mixture of concern and pride in her gaze. She didn't say anything, just continued rubbing my back as if encouraging me to keep talking.

Izuku,"

Aizawa said, his tone softening slightly,

Aizawa:you know we're only concerned for your well-being. This isn't about doubting you. But we need to be sure... are you really ready for this? Mentally, emotionally?

I looked up at him, meeting his gaze.

Izuku:I know what you're getting at, Aizawa-sensei. My mental health is still... a work in progress. But I think this is part of my path. I've been through so much, and maybe this is just me adapting, finding my way forward. I've never really tried getting help before, not like this, and maybe my mind is finally responding to that help.

Nezu, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up, his voice as soft and wise as ever.

Nezu:izuku, this is still quite a major decision. We need to be sure you're not rushing into something that might harm you in the long run.

"I get it," I said, nodding.

Izuku:I know it's a big decision, but I've thought about it a lot. Even when I was Nemesis, I wanted to make a difference, to achieve something meaningful. Maybe I can do that as a hero. I'm not saying I'm suddenly okay, or that I don't need therapy anymore. I still have my issues, my PTSD, my demons. But I think this could be my path to healing, to becoming who I want to be.

Nezu smiled at me, a gentle, understanding smile that reached his eyes.

Nezu:i'm proud of you, Izuku

he said softly.

Nezu:I know what you've been through, and I see the strength it's taken for you to get to this point.

Izuku:Thank you, Principal Nezu

I replied, feeling a warmth in my chest at his words.

Nezu's expression grew more serious as he continued.

Nezu;you see, Izuku, I wasn't always who I am today. I was once a simple animal, until it was discovered that I had a quirk that granted me intelligence far beyond that of a human. I was experimented on, much like you were.

I watched as Nezu touched a scar on his body, and instinctively, I placed a hand on the side of my abdomen where my own scars lay. There was an unspoken understanding between us, a shared pain that needed no further explanation.

Nezu;I was eventually rescued

Nezu continued,

Nezu:but I despised humans for a long time. I even considered becoming a villain. But after years of reflection, I was able to let go of that hatred. I understand where you're coming from, Izuku, more than you might realize.

I nodded, deeply moved by Nezu's story.

Izuku:Thank you, Principal Nezu. That means a lot.

Aizawa:Well, that sums it up for now

Aizawa said, breaking the silence that had settled over the room.

Aizawa:Go and rest, Izuku. You have a big day on Monday.

Well it finally happened, izuku has won the heart of the R rated hero