𝙨𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 -𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢

𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊

- Your POV -

I tried to grab onto Aizawa as tight as I could. He was really here, and he wasn't just a figment of my imagination again. He was real, and I am hugging him.

I felt him tense up as I did. His shaky hand rested on my head.

"Let's sit down." He said as he guided me to the table. His tone was so serious. I felt like I was about to be scolded.

"How have you been?"

I sighed in relief as a tender tone flooded my ears. "As well as I can be!" Faking a smile.

He grabbed my arm suddenly. I winced as they were sore and bruised. Scratches, bruises were piling up. He analyzed my arm and looked at me like he was waiting for a new answer to his question. 

"I said as well as I can be." I pulled my arm back to my sides. "There aren't too many people who like me here. What am I supposed to do." I said, feeling a bit disappointed in myself.

"They can't treat you like that, Y/N. It's unfair."

I scoffed. "Unfair? I'm not exactly the nicest person. I think I deserved everything that happened in here. However, I am tired of it. I can't complain now." 

He didn't have to say anything. I knew exactly what he was thinking. His gaze turned dark, and I knew he was frustrated with himself. I knew what I said disappointed him, but I really was tired of fighting. 

"Midoriya says hi."

Hearing his name again felt like heaven. Memories of our time together warmed my hardened heart. His smile and the way he smelled constantly invaded my head. Making me ache for him more, but I knew I couldn't go back to him even if I wanted to. I left him with a purpose.

"No, he didn't. He probably hates me now. I left him." I sighed, hoping Aizawa would tell me that I was wrong. 

He let out a deep laugh. "You both are so annoying." He sighed and moved some hair from his face. "Setting your little love story aside, I don't care what you have to say. I don't care what stupid thoughts they are shoving into your head, but" He paused and grabbed my arm again. "This isn't okay, and they aren't going to treat you like this ever again."

A bit my lip back as a stinging poked my eyes. I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded my head. I couldn't bring myself even to say thank you. It felt wrong to do so. 

We spent some time in silence before we continued to talk. We stayed to talk for some time. It was the most fun I had in months. I had completely forgotten that I'd have to go back to my new life once he leaves. 

I really didn't want to see the back of his head again...

Despite my internal pleads, he left. 

It wouldn't be another 3 weeks until I would see his scruffy face again. 

The first week passed, and I started to feel abandoned. I started to doubt the promise Aizawa made. There was no way he could get me out of this. I got myself here. I felt so undeserving of being fought so hard for.

The second week, I gained acceptance. It felt like I was going through the stages of grief.

Many say redemption is nothing but a huge facade. That a person's nature can never be undone, for a time, I'd also agree with them. It can be hard to see change, especially when someone has proven that they can easily revert.

But I really do want to change. I'm okay with never being forgiven, but I'll spend the rest of my life trying to change the broken pieces inside me. Placing them together into a better version of myself.