The soft glow of the moon barely illuminates the room in the dormitory of U.A. High School. The usual sounds of the night are broken by the muffled whimpers of Izuku Midoriya, who is caught in the grip of a particularly harrowing nightmare. His body is tense, his face contorted in distress as his mind battles unseen foes.

Izuku jolts awake, his green eyes wide and filled with lingering fear. He sits up, breathing heavily as he tries to orient himself, sweat glistening on his forehead. “I... I’m sorry,” he stammers, his voice trembling. “Did I wake you?”