Reflections of the Past

"I'm also still thinking about what the illusions showed me," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. Ochaco's expression turns curious, and she leans in slightly, her eyes locked onto mine. "What illusions?" she asks, her voice gentle. I realize I haven't told her about the visions I saw when I was under the influence of the mysterious power. I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "When I was...asleep, I guess, I saw things. Illusions, I think. They showed me things from my past, things that I had forgotten." Ochaco's eyes narrow slightly, her brow furrowed in concern. "What kind of things?" she asks, her voice soft. I pause, trying to find the right words. "It showed me my parents, my friends...people I thought I had lost forever. It showed me the pain and the fear I felt when I was alone." Just then, the door to the room bursts open, and the boys from our group stroll in, laughing and joking with each other. But as they catch sight of my face, their expressions falter, and they exchange concerned glances. Katsuki's eyes lock onto mine, and I see a flash of surprise and empathy in his gaze. "Hey, what's going on?" he asks, his voice softer than usual. The others gather around, their faces filled with concern. "Is everything okay?" Izuku asks, his eyes scanning my face. I look away, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I can sense their surprise and concern, and it's almost overwhelming. "I was just talking to Ochaco about some things," I explain, trying to brush it off. But Ochaco's gentle voice interrupts me. "I think we should hear him out," she says, her eyes never leaving mine. "He's been through a lot, and I think he's still trying to process everything." The boys exchange glances, and then they nod, their faces set in determined expressions. "We're here for you, buddy," Katsuki says, his voice gruff but sincere. I look up at them, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me. But before I can respond, I hear a loud crash from outside, followed by the sound of footsteps pounding the hallway. The room falls silent, and we all exchange worried glances. What's happening now?