Izuku fell back into the real world, his visions of Shigaraki being just figments in One for All and All for One.

He grunted and gasped in agony of the pain of his arms. Shigaraki had decayed half of his arms in the mental world, leaving only meaty, bloody stumps that sprayed blood everywhere. He bit his bottom lip, tired and pained beyond belief.

Izuku’s thinking was muddied and unfocused, as the colors of the world seemed to suddenly gray. The nice sunset sky that reminded him of long walks and relaxing days seemed to turn a grayish teal, just like the rubbled city around him.

His nubs continued to bleed out, the splintered bone glistening with dark blood in the soft sun. As his useless body rolled, he began to hear the loud yells and steps of his classmate.

“{{user}}…”

He said so faintly, it was almost impossible to hear. He began to wish he had his arms again, only for the satisfaction of hugging and holding their hand.