Starting Again

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A few days had passed since the incident. The school was buzzing and the media was quick to throw accusations. They feared for the safety of the students, concerned parents mostly questioned the protection of the school. Principal Nezu did his best to keep things in line, trying to reassure the media. With Aizawa in the hospital, class 1A was taken over by Present Mic, but everyday (Y/n) would come in and tell the students how Aizawa was doing. After work each day, (Y/n) went to see Aizawa. He was still out cold..but was improving slowly. (Y/n) would sit by his bedside, watching...waiting. She'd even sit and retell old things they did together as kids...tears slipping down her cheeks each time she did. But, she told on. Sometimes Toshi or Hizashi would come and sit with her, some days she was by herself. She kept thinking about the fight...what if Aizawa had been killed and that was the last thing they'd say to each other? Guilt was weight heavy in the pit of (Y/n)'s stomach. The feeling refused to go away.

This day, rain fell hard from the skies. Everything was draped in a grey veil, making it gloomy and dark. However, (Y/n) liked the rain. It made everything look fresh..and new. The scent of rain refreshing. Thunder clashed softly overhead..but the rain fell fast and hard. (Y/n) walked into the hospital room, holding something she had brought for Aizawa. She set her rain jacket aside, and walked over, taking her normal seat beside the bed. Gently she placed a small cat plushie on the bedside table, a smile on her lips.

"Hey..Shota..I brought you this. I thought you may like it.. Today your class was complaining about how Hizashi is too loud, Katsuki and Izuku are still struggling to get along..but I have a feeling that In the future Bakugo will soften up a little. Izuku has lots of..talent.. he's just like Toshinori. Tsuyu asked if you were talking yet..I told her you should wake up soon. I hope.."

(Y/n)'s voice cracked a little at the end.. a tired slight smile on her lips.

"You will wake up Sho..you'll get better. You've always been stronger than me. You can get better..I know it.."

Silent tears slipped down their cheeks, their eyes falling to the floor.

"I'm sorry Shota..I should've..been a better friend to you."

(Y/n) laid their head on the edge of the bed, and looked at Shota..their eyes tear filled.

"Please..just...come back to me Sho.."

With that..(Y/n) closed her eyes a second..the exhaustion of the day falling over her. Eventually..she fell asleep.

Aizawa felt like he was in a deep dream..unable to wake up. Floating around in darkness. He rather enjoyed it, the peace..the quiet..but something inside him..urged him to wake up. He needed to wake up. Slowly, Aizawa's eyes opened to be greeted with a bright blinding light. He blinked a few times, getting a focus on the room around him. He noticed his eyesight wasn't as great as it used to be, most likely from the attack. His eyes drifted across the room, focusing on multiple things. He was in a hospital room..he tried to move a bit, but he noticed his arms were in a cast, and so was a bit of his face. He exhaled heavily and laid back into the bed, until he noticed (Y/n) sleeping soundly. Her head laying on the bed..and she was as close as she could get. Aizawa furrowed his brows..and looked closely at her. Didn't look like she was injured from the the attack..that was good. He wanted to assure her..he was okey..but he couldn't speak. His throat was sore and it hurt to even try and make a sound. The dark haired male closed his eyes a second and sighed..(Y/n) could've been killed for trying to pull off that little stunt. If All might hadn't showed up..Shigiraki would have.. Aizawa looked where his elbow was, remembering the pain of feeling it disintegrate into almost nothing. He couldn't stand it if that happened to (y/n). Aizawa noticed the little cat plush sitting on the bedside table and exhaled with a soft smile. Maybe he finally got his best friend back.

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