Nobody.

interrogation

"you forgive me..?" he was obviously not buying it. i looked down at my hands on the table.

no i don't forgive you, dumb fuck.

"... yeah." i said quietly before raising my head to look the confused boy in the face. he got taller and he's obviously older.. and he lost the weird croaky voice that made him sound like he was straining his throat everytime he spoke. his voice was actually quite smooth, deep and semi monotonous.

i guess he's matured a little?

i'm glad he's finally grown out of—

IM GLAD?? i'm DEFINITELY NOT glad. i want this motherfucker dead.

"you don't have to lie to me, i wouldn't forgive me either, amaya." he said, his voice was quiet.. but not timid. my heart felt weird when he said my name.

why does he even remember me.

he's not supposed to remember me.

"well i guess that's the difference between you and i, bakugou." i said softly, before a small silence fell between us.

"i'm sorry too, for my little outburst. i've been having a.. bad day today." i lied again. he looked at me through his messy blonde hair.

"bad day? what happened?" he pretended to care. i know he doesn't.

"well.. my cat is... sick, one of my favorite anime's is ending pretty badly, my house is a mess and.." i looked off, trying to formulate a lie that would make my day terrible all together..

"magenta.." when i mentioned her name bakugou's demeanor seemed to falter.. as if he were reminded of something. he averted my eyes for a moment.

"she's on the loose and she's taking out all of the pro heroes we went to school with." i feigned an unhappy look, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear to really sell that "innocent" act. bakugou was watching me.. reading me so intently. i need to throw off his trajectory.. if he knew im magenta he would've told the heroes by now..

but there's no way to prove it..

did he only call me here to get evidence?

no, i cant let him find our for sure.

"i know they don't remember me, or care about me at all but.. i really do want to see them succeed." i quieted my voice, channeling the fucking idiot that i was back in my first year.

"what ever happened to you that night?.. we hadn't seen you again after that." he asked, leaning his elbows onto the table and shuffling in his seat.

he's questioning me.

"well, luckily the villains didn't see me when i fell into some sort of portal. i snuck my way out.. which is pretty easy when you're practically already invisible." i chuckled a little, but bakugou didn't laugh along.

"so what? so you just dropped out? you never came back to fill out any forms, take any of your stuff.. you just disappeared." he pressed on.

an interrogation method..

so he did call me here just to gather intel..

why am i disappointed about this.. it was so obvious.

but why does it still hurt?

"when i made it home.. my mom was all 'you're never going back to that school again!' she homeschooled me for the rest of my highschool." i smiled a little.. this part wasn't entirely a lie. my mother did homeschool me.. just not for all of highschool.

"it was actually really fun. she always made me smile." i laughed at a memory of her and i bickering about some silly math problem.

"she was my only friend." i remembered her beautiful face. she always said i looked like her and it was such a compliment for me.

she had light brown skin, and short black hair. her hair was very thick and course but she always knew how to maintain it. she had beautiful dark brown eyes and the brightest smile. i told her once that her teeth seemed to be perfect, almost like puzzle pieces.

"where is she now?" bakugou asked, pulling me out of my happy memory. my smile fell as i started to feel an empty feeling in my chest.

"she.." my voice was melancholic, and this time i wasn't faking it. i felt my eyes water as i remember the day i lost her. it has been on repeat in my brain since the day it happened.

i quickly sniffled and wiped my face.

"anyway! thank you for contacting me, i'm glad i got to reconnect with you." i stood up and grabbed my phone, which was on the table in front of me.

"hey, wait—"

"i better get going, it's about time for my cat to take his meds. spread my hello to— actually, don't!" i waved and quickly scurried off from the table and to my car. i quickly started the engine.

i let out a huge sigh and threw my head back.

"fuck." i whispered as i felt my sadness coming back. the sadness i'd spent 3 years shoving down came back so quickly.

"FUCK!" i slammed my fist onto my steering wheel, which caused it to let out a loud,

HONK!

i scared the poor old lady in the car next to me. i quickly pulled out and almost got a ticket trying to get home. my brain repeatedly telling me to not cry. i bite on my cheeks trying to pull back from spilling tears the whole ride and when i finally reached my apartment building, i fiddled with the key, not being able to put it in.

i struggled with the key for a moment before banging on the door.

"DAMMIT. FUCKING OPEN." i shouted and to my appeasement, the door flew open. it quickly flew shut, though, as i slammed it in a rush. on the floor was paper.. it looked like mail...

no not just mail...

the word "eviction notice," in big red letters shouted at me as i bent down to pick it up. i stared as my throat started welling up with frustration. i slammed the stupid notice on my desk and stomped over to my room, throwing myself onto my bed next to milo.

i screamed ever so loudly into the pillow. milo chilled next to me as if his life was perfect. i let out a string of swear words as i realized i had to get a roommate and that— still to this day, i have not dealt with my trauma, in which i thought didn't effect me anymore.