Izuku's POV
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I remember it quite thoroughly.

     "Kacchan!" I had yelled, rapidly sitting up in my bed. I had just woken up from a nightmare, cold sweat coating my body and slightly soaking my white t-shirt as I shakily breathed in and out heavily. It felt like I had just run a mile, at least. The night was spent with me figuring out why I had it.

      I could not see anything, it was pitch black. Suddenly, I figured I was looking up at the sky. I gazed down at my arms and saw that I was in my old middle school uniform.
What was in front of me were railings and just beyond that railing was a drop that could injure or possibly kill a person. I suspected it was that day before I talked to All Might to see if I would be able to become a hero. I swiftly turned my back as my eyes were met with fiery crimson eyes. Kacchan. He was here with me, but his lips were twisted up in a sly looking smirk and his eyebrows were furrowed in their signature position. He was walking towards me as I backed up from him, then being stopped by the railing of the roof. I couldn't say or ask anything, I felt as though I had gone mute. Kacchan was now really close to me, I blushed. What... why did I blush at this? Kacchan directed me to sit on the railing and I did as he had said. He was inching his face close to mine, hands placed on my chest.

     Red flag. I should've known what was going to come next. He pushed me as I fell a long way down. I didn't feel pain as I collided with the ground, but right after I did, it was dark again.

Kacchan came into my view and he turned around to face me. He was... crying? I haven't seen Kacchan cry in a long time. He was sitting on his legs and holding what seemed to be me. I was dead, blood everywhere as it stained my uniform heavily, and his only a tad. But why was he crying about this? Wasn't he the one who pushed me off in the first place? I tried calling out to him, but he continued to cry painfully. That's when I had woken up from my sleep yelling his name. I had a moment to think about what I had seen. That's when it clicked to me. He regretted his decision, his words, and his actions.

He cares.