I wanted to complete this dream in one chapter but it became a long, dark tunnel with no end.

So I decided to break it in two parts.

Enjoy

P.S.: The words Kacchan heard from Deku were the ones Deku shouted in his dream (or nightmare). So, if you go back and read that chapter again, you will see that Kacchan interprets Deku's words incorrectly (because he never heard the complete sentence) and made assumptions.

Chapter 19: Dreams? Nightmares? Mom, I want a hug - Part 2

Before I could even react, he roughly grabbed my shoulders and launched us both high into the air. I gasped, not knowing what to expect, but then he pulled back his massive fist and unleashed a devastating punch that sent me hurtling back down to the ground. "DETROIT SMASH!" he bellowed, the sheer force of the blow knocking the wind out of me.

The impact was devastating, slamming me hard into the ground and sending shockwaves of pain radiating through every inch of my body. I cried out in agony, tears streaming down my face as the physical anguish was matched only by the emotional turmoil raging within me. But All Might wasn't done. He just kept coming at me, punch after relentless punch, each one striking me with the weight of a wrecking ball. I cried and cried and cried but didn't defend myself, didn't fight back. How could I? when he is the one who made me capable of withstanding this unimaginable punishment.

So I lay there helpless, taking every blow, my entire body burning with hurt and my head spinning as I struggled to breathe. The blood dripping from my wounds only served to remind me of my own fragility, how easily I could be broken by the very person who had vowed to make me strong.

And then it was over, just as suddenly it had begun. All Might turned and disappeared, leaving me alone on the ground, my battered form wracked with pain. I could barely breathe, my entire body throbbing and burning with pain. My head was spinning, I could barely breathe, each shallow inhale a struggle as I lay there, utterly defeated.

And then Kacchan was there kneeling beside me. "You know what, Deku?" he sneered, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Your father was right after all. He did the right thing. And I think I must do the same to get rid of you." The implications of his words sent a chill down my spine, even as the darkness began to close in. The realization that he planned to abandon me, to leave me behind just like my father had, overwhelmed me. "I will follow his idea and go far away," he continued, "because you always bring bad luck. And don't you fucking try to follow me there."

I couldn't hold back the tears that streamed down my face, a sobbing, broken mess as I pleaded with him. "KACCHAN, please don't go," I cried, my voice cracking as my heart ripped into shreds. "I'll be better, I promise. PLEASE, DONT leave me alone. It HURTS..." But my desperate pleas fell on deaf ears, and I lay there, covered in my own blood, crying uncontrollably as Kacchan turned and walked away.

It felt like an eternity that I lay there, my body wracked with pain and my heart shattered, when suddenly I felt a gentle touch on my arm. Blinking through the tears, I looked up to see mom, kneeling beside me on the exact same spot Kacchan vacated, her kind eyes filled with concern as she gently touched my skin, her presence a beacon of comfort in the midst of my despair.

"Izuku, baby," she murmured, running her fingers across my skin in comforting circles. "I made your favorite - Katsudon. Come, let's go eat." In an instant, the ache in my body and the anguish in my heart seemed to melt away. I felt the gloomy cloud that had been hanging over me start to lift, replaced by a sense of peace and safety. Everything was going to be okay - I smiled and began to push myself up, reassured by my mother's presence.

But as I looked up, the scene before me shifted, and I found myself staring not at my kind, loving mother, but at the unsettling visage of Tomura Shigaraki. Where had my mom gone? And how had this villain managed to transform himself into her image? Then it hit me - Toga. Somehow, he must have stolen Toga's Quirk and taken on my mom's form to deceive me. My relief and comfort instantly evaporated, replaced by a growing sense of dread. Crap.

His piercing gaze and unsettling demeanor sent shivers down my spine as he addressed me, "Long time no see, H-E-R-O chan." The way he drew out the syllables, like a twisted game, made my skin crawl. "Let's have some fun." he said, his voice dripping with a mocking, sing-song quality. With a twisted grin, he casually scratched at his neck - a gesture so nonchalant, yet I knew the danger it represented.

"But before we begin," he continued, "you must call All Might. The more the merrier, don't you think?" His words were laced with a dark amusement, and I knew that he was up to no good. I mustered every ounce of courage I had, refusing to let him see my fear. "And why do you think I will call him?" I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging within me.

Shigaraki's response was chilling, his matter-of-fact tone sending a shiver down my spine. "Because you are going to die in 2 minutes - no, scratch that - 1 min 46 sec," he said, as if he were discussing the weather. I felt panic rising within me, my mind racing to find a way out of this impossible situation.

As I frantically scanned my surroundings, I realized with a jolt that I was no longer in the garden, but in a dense forest, with a gaping pit to my right. This was the same place where I had rescued that baby elephant. Perhaps I could use this to my advantage, I thought, a glimmer of hope flickering in my chest.

But Shigaraki was not done toying with me. With a twist of his wrist, the monstrous anti-All Might Nomu I had faced before materialized behind him, a twisted creation. And then, to my horror, the pit began to fill with water, rising rapidly until it reached the brim. "I believe you are already familiar with this Nomu," Shigaraki said, his voice dripping with malice. "So let me introduce you to our new creation."

I felt a chill run down my spine as a massive, clawed hand emerged from the water-filled pit, covered in green, crocodile-like scales - a clear indication of some kind of mutant quirk. My mind raced, recalling from past encounters that Nomu possessed multiple quirks - and this new creature was clearly no exception. "It likes to stay in water, and would love to entertain you," he taunted. Suddenly, the creature's grotesque head rose from the depths, and I was met with a sight that made my blood run cold.

It was a monstrous amalgamation, its crimson eyes bulging unnaturally with no visible eyelids and its jaw – oh god, its jaw – a terrifying display of razor-sharp teeth, not one, but two sets, designed to rip and tear anything that dared to cross its path. "Say hi to your new friend, Alex, hero. Please accept our gifts." Shigaraki's taunting voice rang out, and I braced myself for the impending confrontation, my mind racing to find a way to overcome these monster.

Suddenly, the creature lunged, and I dove to the side just in time, its jaws snapping shut mere inches from where I had stood. My head was spinning, vision blurring, as I frantically tried to evade the creature's relentless assault. Suddenly, I found the first Nomu looming over me, its massive hand descending. Reacting on instinct, I leapt upward, knocking over a tree in the process, as Shigaraki silently observed, no doubt delighting in my struggle.

Mustering every ounce of my strength, I began pummeling the first Nomu, punching it relentlessly just as All Might had done. But as I fought, I suddenly remembered the stealth capabilities of crocodiles. Sure enough, in a blur of motion, the new Nomu's massive jaws clamped down before I could react, and I felt a searing, agonizing pain as it tore into my abdomen.

I screamed in pure agony, the world fading to white as the excruciating sensation overwhelmed my senses. I clutched my wounded stomach, feeling the warm, sticky blood seeping through my fingers. I doubled over as the air was growing harder to draw, and I feared the creature may have even chewed through a part of my lung.

As I lay there, numb and bleeding, I heard Shigaraki's chilling words: "I warned you that you would be dead in two minutes, haven't I? Well, we still have 38 sec left" He then gestured to the anti-All Might Nomu, which began pummeling my battered body in sync with my rapidly pounding heart, each blow sending shockwaves of agony through my system.

"Please, Stop... Aargh... I am begging you...Ggrh" I cried out, my voice hoarse and strained. But the Nomu continued its relentless assault, and I could feel the last vestiges of strength leaving me. I knew in that moment that death was imminent, and part of me welcomed it - anything to escape this unimaginable pain.

But Shigaraki only watched with a twisted, childlike glee, as if this were all some sick game to him. "Would you like to call All Might now?" he asked, as he gestured Nomu to stop, that malicious grin never leaving his face. I knew it was futile - even if I could summon the strength, All Might would never come. Not for someone as worthless as me. "Even if I do...c-call All Might, he's not...going to c-come. He t-thinks...cough...I'm not worthy enough," I choked out, the anguish tearing at my heart with every word.

At that, the pain became almost too much to bear. "Please, just kill me..." I cried, my voice barely above a strangled whisper, tears streaming down my face. "I don't want...to be in...pain anymore." But Shigaraki only shook his head, his grip tightening around my hands. "Thanks for the information. And believe me, I would be honored to fulfill your wish but I need your precious, analyzing brain too. And for that, you need to stay alive."

I felt my breath catch in my throat, a fresh wave of terror washing over me as I realized his twisted plan. "I will create a Nomu with your brain. You will be my ultimate weapon against All Might," he declared, that sick grin widening. "Don't worry, I'll make sure your face doesn't get distorted like the others."

His voice started fading as I saw the crocodile Nomu, slowly slithering towards me, its scaly green body undulating with each menacing movement. By each passing second, it's speed increased, the powerful muscles in its tail propelling it forward with alarming quickness. My heart pounding as if it was trying to crawl out of my chest.

Suddenly, it lunged straight at my throat, its rows of sharp teeth shining. I felt its jaws clamp down, its teeth sinking into my flesh, as I frantically clawed at my throat, desperate to fend it off. Strangely, the sensation was akin to drowning - I squeezed my eyes shut, struggling to breathe.

Faintly, I heard someone calling my name. As I opened my eyes, I realized the Nomu was no longer pinning me down, and I was no longer in the garden. With relief, I found I could breathe easily once more. Drenched in a cold sweat, I sat bolt upright, my eyes darting around as I startled awake. Blinking rapidly to clear my vision, I took in my surroundings, disoriented for a moment before recognizing the tent. And there, sitting beside me, was Kacchan, his expression one of bewilderment and concern. Waves of relief washed over me at the sight of his comforting presence.

It was a dream. It was just a dream. It was just a stupid dream.

I am safe. I am safe. I am SAFE. NO ONE is hurting me. No one is GOING to hurt me.

Everything is fine. Everything is just fine. Everything is more than fine. And..

"Kacchan..." I croaked out, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're here. I thought I'd never see you again." Just speaking caused a sharp, burning sensation to flare up in my throat, as if I had swallowed shards of glass. Despite everything, having Kacchan by my side instantly made me feel safe, the lingering remnants of the nightmare fading away. I wasn't alone - Kacchan was here, and that is all that matter right now.

I felt the air catch in my throat, causing me to erupt into a violent coughing fit. My heart was pounding in my ears, the deafening ringing making it hard to focus on anything else. Doubling over, all I could feel was the searing pain radiating through my chest, each inhale a monumental effort. Panic began to set in as I realized I was losing control, my body betraying me. Suddenly, through the haze, I glimpsed Kacchan start to move, as if he might just leave me there alone. No, I couldn't bear the thought of him walking away - not now, not when I needed him most as my anchor to reality.

Mustering what little strength I had left, I frantically reached out and grabbed his hand, clutching it tightly like a lifeline. "No, please Kacchan, don't leave me!" I pleaded, my voice cracking with desperation, my vision blurred by the hot tears streaming down my face. I could see the surprise and concern etched on his features, but I refused to let go, silently begging him to stay and help me through this.

"I'm not going anywhere," he said gently, "I'm just getting your water bottle. I had to empty mine to wake you up." Reluctantly, I let go of his hand, my chest constricting with a mixture of fear, loneliness, and the lingering effects of the nightmare. The thought of being left alone to face the lingering terrors of my nightmare all by myself was utterly terrifying. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but it felt impossibly tight.

True to his word, Kacchan quickly returned with a fresh bottle of water. I frowned at my shaking hands as I tried to grasp it, but Kacchan simply held it to my lips. I gulped it down greedily, only now realizing just how parched I was. But Kacchan scolded me before pulling it away. "Hey, slow down," he warned, "Don't want you getting sick again." I looked down, suddenly self-conscious.

As I caught my breath, Kacchan's expression shifted, his brow furrowed in a way that told me he was troubled by something. "When did you learn it?" he asked, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

When did you learn it?

"What are you talking about?" I asked, terrified. Kacchan just raised an eyebrow, as if the answer should have been obvious. But how could he know? Had the nightmare been real after all? I stared at him, wide-eyed and terrified, my mind racing to make sense of his cryptic question.

How could he possibly know about something from my dream? Was it not a dream at all, but a memory, a reality I had somehow forgotten? But Kacchan is here. Did he came back? Why would he come back to me? Does All Might really think I am a thief? No, I don't want this to be true. But what if it is the harsh truth?

The uncertainty was overwhelming, and I felt my heart rate spike once more, my chest tightening painfully and the world around me beginning to spin.