Kitten ➵ ℎ. 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑜

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

"Ah, Miss L/n, I'm glad you're doing well"

Y/n turned towards the voice, recognising the familiar nurse behind the front desk. A gentle smile formed on her face.

"Good morning" Y/n chimed, walking over to her as the lady grabbed the various charts.

"I'll walk you to her" the nurse said, walking towards the all too familiar hallway. Y/n quietly followed behind, holding the strap of her bag tightly in her hand, her gaze jumping from one person to the other, seeing if she noticed any other familiar faces. A few doctors waved at her, some patients also sent her quick 'hello's as they went down the pearly white halls.
Y/n had always felt unsettled by the unnatural brightness of the hospital, its walls hiding sickness and death behind every door.

"Here we are" the nurse said, pointing to the door. They would guide her every time, even though the room never changed and she had been coming here for the past two years.
Y/n was unsure if they were walking her there out of kindness or out of fake simpathy.

"Nothing has changed since last time, so you shouldn't worry about going in"

And with that the nurse left, leaving the girl to open the door up and go inside. Her eyes immediately flickered towards the woman laying in the bed, her face as sunken as usual, her eyelids shut as if she were sleeping. The rhythmic beeping of the various machines filled the painful silence of the room.

"Hi mum" she whispered, her voice lowering, as if she was worried she'd be disturbing her mother's sleep, even though she knew she wouldn't be waking up any time soon.
Y/n made her way to the chair on the other side of the bed, gently placing her hand on her mother's.
She felt her soft skin under her touch, but the warmth that usually emitted from it when she was awake was absent.
Two years since she had spoken with her mother. She'd been on life support all this time because Y/n had never found the courage to accept the fact that she probably wasn't waking up. She was waiting on a miracle.

The morning light shone through the glass window, slowly warming the cold room, rays of light dancing across the walls. Y/n watched her mother, repeatedly imagining her eyes opening over and over in her head, yet that never happened in real life.

"How is she?"

The voice brought Y/n out of her own thoughts, making her turn her head towards the door.
Bakugo nodded his head towards her mother, his eyes darting to the ground. He wasn't good with comforting people, sickness and sadness weren't exactly his strong suit, so he would always avoid eye contact when it came to those things.
Y/n's gaze softened as she watched him make his way inside, his hands shoved deep in to his pockets, his messy hair pointing in each direction as per usual.

"Nothing's changed" Y/n sighed, turning back towards her mother.
She felt a hand place on her shoulder, the familiar warmth making her relax a little under his touch.

"How did you know I was here? And shouldn't you be in school?" Y/n asked, resting the side of her head on the back of his hand.
Bakugo looked down at her, noticing how her shoulders slumped forward so she could reach her mother from her position in the chair, giving up the possibility of being comfortable.

"The old hag called in to check on your mother and they told her that you were going to be coming in soon" he shrugged.

Mitsuki and Y/n's mother had always been close, having met in one of those baby courses you'd take so you'd know what to do with a baby once it actually came out in to the world. They were both, to say the least, completely oblivious about what it meant to have a baby and it clearly showed in the first few months when the two had decided to live together so they could help each other out.
It was, to say the least, disastrous.