A sharp gasp was sucked in as Deku practically jolted himself out of the bed, sweating, shaking, heart wildly pumping. Another night, another nightmare.
... It.. is a nightmare, right?
Gods, not even he could tell anymore.
He stumbled through the dark corridors, eventually making his way outside in a haste as if failing to do so would endanger everyone. Deku was able to go just far enough to collapse next to the guild’s water fountain out in the front. With the full moon, he was able to see himself in his reflection: huffing, shaken, a look of devastation on his face. He’s still himself, right?
Frantic, he threw off his garb before looming over the water again. There, right in the middle of his chest, was the massive scar from where he was killed by the alchemists. The wound they used to turn him against everyone.
... No runic markings. No sign of any spell reactivating.
Just him, his scar, and the strange tattoo over his heart.
Deku finally slumped to the ground, tremors still invading his body. He rested his head on his arms by the forehead as they folded in front of him against the fountain’s ledge. Beads of sweat still peppered the sides of his face. It was taking some effort to regulate his breathing. Every night, those dreams haunt him, dreams where it was either him back in the alchemists’ hold, or a supposed vision of the future where he’s gone and killed everyone in the guild.
Gods, he can’t ever let that happen...
He feels like such a threat.
Deku can’t tell if it’s even worth sticking around anymore.
