BEING REWRITTEN*𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗿𝘆━ 𝗄. 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈𝗎

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 ᴀғᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ

HOSPITAL BEDS ARE nothing compared to the warmth and comfort of your own bed. they lack your own personal essence—your bed sheets, your scent, your juvenile stuffed animal you've had for as long as you can remember, mine is a lion. it's simply just not the same.

so, when i found myself in one, i croaked out a small whine of dismay. trying to sit up quickly became the most painful task i could do in this moment, and it wasn't long until i remembered why. i sunk deeper into the mattress, piercing my eyes shut as the events of the previous night relapsed in my mind.

he was right in front of me—ginijiro. he spoke to me, taunted me, tortured me. not to mention the long raven haired girl with those terrifying white eyes, hanae was her name. my so-called sister wasn't all that sisterly, was she?

she's the one who broke my ribs, knocked me a foot or two into the ground with her quirk, it's all coming back to me. then ginjiro did was he does best. he trampled all over the one thing most could guarantee safe, their mind. he reached inside mine, and reminded me—oh.

my mother. i killed my mother.

my eyes opened at the realization. tears threatened to prickle inside them, however i kept my gaze locked on the ceiling, in hopes that if i didn't sit up, they wouldn't fall.

i'm not going to cry, i'm not going to mourn, i'm not going to throw my hands up and not know what to do—i know what happened now, i remember now, it's all in the past. no amount of sobbing is going to change what unraveled on that dark and traumatic night.

i turned my head to the side, seeing two figures asleep on their chairs. i instantly recognized shota, his midnight black hair dangling over his features as he softly snores his cares away. but, the second figure took me a moment to
recognize. he had his hoodie draped over his head, but the blond spiky hair peaking from the fabric gave him away.

"bakugou?"

my body moved on its own, despite the bullets of pain i received, i sat up.he shuffled in the chair at the sound of his name. he lifted his head, his ruby red eyes widening once he saw me.

"shit..." he muttered, pushing himself up straighter in attempts to stretch his back, which had been bunched up and crooked all night i'd imagine. "what the hell are you doing here?" i questioned in a hush tone, careful to not wake my uncle.

"the hell does it look like, shit face?" he leaned his elbows on his knees, acting as if this is so casual.

"i don't know. that's why i asked."

he "tch'd" before going, "heard what happened on the news. came to see if you were all right." if i didn't hyper focus on the 'news' bit, i might've stopped to question his motives.

"the news? what do you mean you heard on the news?"

"it's everywhere. literally all of japan knows you're related to this asshole. on top of that, old files—i guess from when you were little—are starting to be released. i can't tell if it's the actual media behind this or your dad—"