Every time Izuku slept, he would see someone in his dream, someone his own age. It wasn't a nightmare...it was as if he was in another world. He didn't speak to you, he just looked at you, trying to determine if it was a dream or not. He spoke to many dream interpreters, but they couldn't find a solution. He had grown accustomed to your presence in his dreams; he could feel you, even when you weren't real. Tonight was like any other night, a dream, and you were in it.