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Right after the war, an unconscious Kacchan is facing his own reality
Kacchan felt a painful pang in his head. He unconsciously pressed his hand on top of it and he lifted his gaze, taking in his surroundings. He was soaking wet, in a lake, while before him stood a small child. No wait, it is Deku! But Bkg surely remembered he was on the battlefield just a few moments ago, on the brink of death. He is still in his hero costume, but there is not a single wound on his body. Suddenly, he hears Deku's worried voice: "Are you okay, Kacchan?", his big eyes filled with concern. Is Bkg really okay?
No he isn't. He can't keep on pretending to be strong anymore. He deserves some help too, right?
Deku offers his hand. Kacchan is taken aback by the child's act. He longs so much to take it, to accept his friend's love. Carefully, as if the child's hand could break even by a small abrupt movement, he reaches over his hand slowly. But what if he hurts Deku again, like he has always been doing repeatedly all this time? Bkg vividly hesitates to touch Deku, but he can't hold back anymore. Just a moment before he gets to Deku's hand, he feels the ground below him disappear, making him fall into a dark and endless abyss.
"Deku!" He tries to scream from the top of his lungs, but a sharp pain in his chest stops him from doing so. He is still falling, deeper and deeper, sentiments of fear and sorrow flooding his heart.
He hears a distinct beeping sound. It feels so familiar, like he has been listening to it for years. He also hears a warm, soothing voice over and over again, but he can't make out any words. Even if Bkg can't understand, this voice is the only thing keeping him sane and peaceful during this dreadful time in the darkness. After some time, which feels like an eternity, his eyes seem too heavy to be kept open. He desires to finally rest, to find peace. He slowly closes his eyelids...
But something makes him uneasy. He doesn't know why, but he feels as though he still has an obligation to complete, an apology to muster. He still hasn't accepted Deku's hand! He must find him quickly, to make up for his childish foolishness. Bkg tries with all his strength to reopen his eyes, to move, but it seems impossible now. No, he won't back down! He tenaciously tries to open his eyelids, when he finally succeeds.
A blinding light burns his eyes, as the beeping sound continues to sound in his ears. Gradually, he regains his eyesight. He is lying on a bed (is this a hospital bed?), with a breathing apparatus on his mouth. He can't move a single limb in his body and that frustrates him. He hears the beeping sound become faster and faster as his heart pounds intensely at the same rythm. Suddenly, a young man storms inside the room, face vividly worried as he is repeatedly shouting "HE IS AWAKE!", like he still doesn't believe this is really happening. A man dressed in white(probably a doctor?) enters the room and removes the apparatus from Bkg's mouth.
"Kacchan, you're.. you're finally awake!" says the green-haired boy, eyes filling with tears as his mouth forms a welcoming and relieved smile.
Who is this guy?? Bkg tries to connect the dots. He observes the boy's face carefully. Green fluffy hair, big eyes, disparate freckles and and a tall, muscular, but also slim body. He actually looks like...Deku? But no, Deku is 16. This guy must certainly be in his twenties...
"I've missed you so much.. I thought you would never wake up.."exclaims the boy.
"Who..who are you? Where am I? Where... where's Deku?" says Bkg, confused and pretty exhausted too.
"Kacchan, it's me..Deku.."
"Deku?" Bkg's eyes widen as the greenette grabs Kacchan's hand gently."Yes, yes it's me!" Deku's hand feels a lot coarser and it has a lot more scars since the last time Bkg saw him on the battlefield.
"Listen, Kacchan... I'm going to tell you something that may sound strange, but I need you to keep calm, alright?"
Bkg nods, with Deku's hands still in his.
"You..you have been in coma for 5 years...You had lost a lot of blood that day..after you saved me, so your body couldn't handle that."
5..5 years? He was in that abyss for 5 whole years? His head feels heavy, the wound aching in his chest just a little bit, reminding him of that day. Why do his eyes feel watery all of sudden? He can't hold back his tears and he breaks down in audible sobs. He wants to let out all this sadness accumulated inside him for so long. Izuku hugs Kacchan tightly, pressing the blonde's forehead on his toned chest.
"Don't worry Kacchan, we will make up for all the time you spent recovering. I'll never leave your side-"
"I'm sorry..." says Kacchan, continuously crying as his clings even tighter onto Izuku's body.
"Sheesh now Kacchan, we will make things right again."
And with those words, the future doesn't seem so dreadful after all.