I Had This Dialogue Floating Around In My Head, And I Don’t Know Really The Context For It, Other Than

I had this dialogue floating around in my head, and I don’t know really the context for it, other than All Might dying and it being set either 2nd or 3rd year but uhhhhh HERE

“I’d say those will kill you, but you’re on the fast track to die young, anyway.” 

“I’m not in the mood, Kacchan.”

“Yeah, which is why it’s me here, not fuckin Icy Hot or Round Cheeks.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I’m not gonna put up with your bullshit or get offended if you start screaming at me.”

“I’m not going to scream at you.”

“You want to though, don’t you?”

“I’m not doing this with you, Kacchan.”

“Why not? Aren’t you fucking pissed?”

“I don’t have a right to be mad. How can I? I’m only here because of him.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be.”

“What?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be here.”

“…you’re trying to make me upset.”

“Is it working?”

“Please just leave.”

“Nah, see I’m real fuckin sick of watching you mope around like the world is ending.”

“You know sometimes I really–”

“Really what? Fucking say it.”

“Sometimes I really hate you.”

“Yeah, sometimes I really fucking hate you, too.”

“I don’t wanna do this, I don’t wanna fight.”

“Too bad.”

“You weren’t there! You…you don’t know what it’s like to watch helplessly as someone you love dies!”

“No, I don’t.”

“Then how can you–”

“But I’ve become pretty good at watching you almost die every other fucking week.”

“………..It’s not fair.”

“It’s not, but he’s gone. He’s gone and you still don’t know jack shit about OFA.”

“He gave me everything.”

“And told you nothing.”

“He was my hero, I admired him so much, how can I possibly be mad at him for that?”

“…Deku you can love someone and still be pissed at them.”

“I…”

“Come on you damn nerd. Scream, cry, do something different than this fucking blank slate you’ve been the past few weeks.”

“I’m…I’m so FURIOUS with him and I HATE that I feel that way!!! There’s still so much I don’t know, that he didn’t teach me or tell me, and I don’t know how I’m going to do it alone!!!”

“…surprise, dumbass, you’re not alone.”

“Feels like it.”

“Does it? Guess I imagined those secret meetings.”

“That’s not…I didn’t…I’m just so–”

“You can miss him, and honor him, and still be mad. Those feelings aren’t exclusionary.” 

“Yeah, cause you’re the master of emotions.”

“Got you feeling something, didn’t I?”

“…I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“I know.”

“I’m a mess and spiraling and I don’t know what to do!”

“First, you’re going to go back to all that fucking crying you love to do. You’re gonna scream and cry and I’m going to tolerate it because I tolerate you–”

“Kacchan–”

“And then we’re going to make a game plan.”

“We are?”

“Yeah, we are. You and me.”

“…okay. Thank you, Kacchan.”