『Just because I don't show it, doesn't mean I don't feel it.』

It had been twenty minutes before anything had happened. Izuku stood back unable to come forward as Midoriya was let free in a dream that clearly wasn't real. Izuku knew his father was cleaver. He knew he'd found out about Midoriya. He knows this dream isn't for him. It's for Midoriya. To break Midoriya.

Twenty slow, painfully slow minutes. Twenty glances at the clock. Twenty minutes of bad spiralling thoughts. Twenty calming breaths. Twenty times thinking what he should say. Twenty times he had wanted to run a hide back were he was safe.

Izuku's head snaps towards the door as three neat knocks sound out. The sound successfully drew his eyes away from the clock hanging on the wall. He'd been so deep in thought he hadn't even heard the footsteps up to his door.

"Shota?" He asked out confused as to why the man hadn't simply walked in as usual.

There's a muffled 'yes' from further in the house, that made Izuku pause who was at his door? Was Aizawa expecting guests? Why would they be at his room?

"Oh. I-I'm coming!" Izuku says rushing to answer the door on, he's guessing, Aizawa's behalf. As he's rushing to find his footing a more frantic knock bangs at the door. "Yes yes please come in! Sorry to keep you waiting! Mr. Aizawa is busy at the moment but if you'd wait, I can try to make you tea!" He says bowing to the guests. He really hopes they don't want tea. "This is actually my private room." He adds on as an afterthought laughing nervously.

The door opens and There's a snicker from in front of him as if someone is laughing. "O-oh sorry are you not... here... to... see..." izukus words catch in his throat. He steps forward tentatively reaching his arm out toward to two before stumbling back in a rush.

"Oh, Midoriya. You held so much love for these two. It's painful to watch." Izuku whispers. He sees Midoriya hesitate and is hopeful he's seen through the cruel dream.

"No..." he whispers out face falling of any emotion. "Please, not again please!" Izuku begs not taking his eye off the visitors. Green eyes have tears brimming at the edge. He trips falling back into the bed still in shock.

"I've been good," he tries out. "Please I've been so good! D-don't do this." The boy's eyes are blown wide in panic and fear, he clutches at his shirt almost sobbing out his words. "I've been so good, please father don't make me forget them! Don't make me relive them walking away again, please! Please!" He says scrambling off the bed and falling to his knees respectfully.

"I can't deal with these dreams anymore, I'd rather be dead than have to be constantly played with like this. Was none of this real? Was this all entertainment? A-are you happy? Where are you? Please save me from this nightmare! Izuku!" Izukus frantic panicking have the seen glitching. "It's okay Midoriya I'm here, it's okay. You won't forget them!" Izuku tries but he's still stuck.

It's now more obvious than ever that this isn't real. If it was real the two boys would have coloured eyes instead of the black and white orbs that stare emotionlessly.

The room wouldn't react and glitch to his emotions. Aizawa wouldn't have left him. This room wouldn't close in on him.

This is just his father manipulating his memories. Or maybe he's making them up? That means he heard Izuku's confession. He heard him say his father loves him. He heard Izuku defend him. And still he's playing with their emotions.

Was that just a test? Was their father seeing how loyal or stupid Izuku was? Did Izuku pass? Why was the room frozen?

The poor boys brain was working to fast the room and the memories couldn't keep up. Everything is frozen in time. Even Izukus father is unable to reach him as his brain is too occupied.

"Midoriya it's okay, breath with me, it's not real it's okay." Izuku whispers.

Izuku just stays there open mouthed teary eyed on the floor. His legs are splayed to the side, in a sunken kneel. While green eyes are focused on the two boys, or more acutely the memory that Izuku has of the two boys.

The two stood at the door are frozen like the rest of the room, watching in pure horror as the boy looses himself. Was the last memory Izuku had of them so bad they looked this upset?

What could have happened to them? What happened to him! Why can't Izuku do anything, even when it's staring right at him?

They watch Midoriya spiral unable to move or speak just standing still. They wouldn't be able to help even if they weren't frozen, Izuku reminds himself numbly.

Izuku is only left with one real choice. But oooooh how this second idea is spinning in his head. The urge to call out for third he trusted most. To call out and hear the running footsteps. See the glowing red eyes framed by unruly hair much longer and darker than his own.

But his father would hate it if that's what he called. If he asked for anyone but him directly. Izuku knows this. He knows this. Yet the word slips through his tongue and he doesn't regret it.

"Aizawa!" The boy screams. It sounds so broken and hopeless like the boy really believes there's no more hope. Well he knows there's no hope but still somehow he's still clinging to his past life. With every ragged breath he can feel his throat burn. The scream ripped it raw but the boys not complaining.

The room faulters as if listening to instructions before slowly the world around the boy starts back into motion.

It's the weirdest sensation watching hearing and feeling the world kickstart back slowly, like a rebooting computer.

Sounds start werring, movement picks up pace, and the whole seen falls back to how it was.

Heavy footsteps run towards the three boys location. And Izuku silences a sob at the sight of a concerned shota bursts in. Those footsteps are too heavy for shota. There's no cat, what was his name? He was a ginger tabby...Georgie!

There's no Georgie following him. There's no glowing red eyes or flowing hair that makes the white haired boy snicker. Pulling out some hair shampoo model joke. Midoriya flickers from the floor and suddenly Izuku's in his place. "It wasn't real but it hurt so much." "I know Midoriya, I'm sorry we're like this, I'm sorry fathers like this." Izuku whispers quietly.

"Izuku? My doll What happened? Aren't you happy?" He questions quickly kneeling next to the boy. The words sound deep and concerned nothing like how the hero actually sounds.

"Shota. Shota. Shota. Shota." Midoriya repeats over and over. It's not shota." Izuku corrects. "Yes I'm here treasure. Shota's here. It's okay." He says soothingly. He tries to make contact but Izuku flinches making the hand falls straight through the air.

Izuku shakes more. That's not Aizawa's voice. That's not Kacchan or shochan. This isn't his room. These people aren't his family.

"Oh problem child..." the man says quietly, pitifully. "DONT EVER SAY THAT!" Izuku screams banging his fists onto the wooden flooring. Crystal tears fly around him and he sobs loudly.

Aizawa would never use that tone, Izuku concludes. He wouldn't use his affectionate name pityingly. The fact Izuku just screamed at his father slips his mind in all the ruckus.

The imposter turns from the mess of Izuku to the two boys. "I think you two should leave." He says turning his head to the boys. One goes to argue but the older man cuts them off. "No, I know what I said but it didn't go the way we planned.

"You have..." he hesitates looking at the boy, "You have hurt them too much. Anything remotely good his brain processes as a trick.

It's time you go." He says turning away. The two boys vanish into smoke floating in the air until no longer visible. Izuku sobs harder having raised his head catching the sight. "We're gone." Midoriya says.

The fake heroes attention goes back to the panicking boy and how to help him. "Izuku? Izuku please it's me! It's shota." He says trying desperately to keep his voice flat.

"No it's not shota!" Izuku sobs out. "It's not him, it's you!" He wails. Two strong arms pull him toward the man. Izuku struggles hitting the mans chest repetitively.

"Why? Why would you do this to is. I trusted you. I thought I was good. I thought you were happy with me. He told me to leave, he said you were cruel, I fought for you! I stood up for you and you do this?!" The boys shouts sniffing.

"Oh Izuku it's okay, maybe you don't belong with us here?" Aizawa's impersonator says gently lifting the boys face to be eye to eye. "Maybe you should go back to your father. He always loves you." They add. Izukus not stupid, it's not a question, it's a statement.

Even though Izuku knows, he knows it's not the real Aizawa, the fact the words are spilling from his face hurts the boy so deeply. And he can bet you anything his father knows that.

"What's wrong with your father anyway Izuku? Is he bad?"

Izuku shakes his head 'no'.

"Oh? Does he hit you? Yell at you? Abuse you?"

Izuku shakes his head again clenching his eyes together.

"Hmmm, then does he starve you? Does he not care about you? Does he not love you?"

Izuku knows it's a trap. He should have never questioned his father.

"It's okay my darling boy. I'll only ever do something to help you. I love you dearly. I couldn't bare to see anything bad happen to you. So I want you with me, so I can protect you and your siblings."

Izuku nods his head. "I understand father but please I want to see you not this other man." He whispers. It hurts him to dismiss Aizawa like that but hopes the man will understand if he ever see Izuku again.

"There's my good boy." He father grins. The face of Aizawa melts away like goo revealing Izukus father smiling proudly. Izukus not sure if he's proud of himself or Izuku. Either way it's always best to please him. "Thank you father." Izuku says softly again as he's scooped up into two strong arms.

His father cradles him like a baby, rocking him slowly while smiling. "There there. It's okay. Father will always forgive you. You're still so young. So it's okay. Just remember I love you my treasure. I'd do anything to keep you with me."

"Even follow me to death and back?" Izuku plays along, fighting the sleepiness his father always induces. "As many times as I have to my darling little boy." Come the faded response.

The last thing Izuku thinks is how similar the quirk his father just used and the villain togas are. He hopes desperately that she's okay, that his father didn't do what he thinks to get her quirk.

Just a coincidence he think.

Just a coincidence.

All his father could think was how successful his plan was.