Only Red

Chapter Thirty Five

Bakugo Katsuki? The fuck??

I flip open to the next page and see in messily done writing what looks like a letter. ThE fUcK?

Katsu,

Hey! I'm sure you're probably saying 'the fuck' in your head right now, but I promise I'll explain. You know how I came to your room and told you to stay away from the HC? Hopefully, because it's literally the only thing you could do to not get killed right now other than pretend that you have amnesia too.

Too? Is shitty hair faking it? I frown, trying to imagine a situation where she thought faking memory loss was the best option.

Actually I guess that sounded wrong. I mean, I probably got legally-mugged by the HC by now, or not I guess and you're probably going to get really mad at me for not telling you in person, but I don't think that they'll go for anyone else. Because I eavesdropped on Nezu and he said that. But either way I guess I have some explaining to do. We'll just go in order and I'll explain why all of this matters at the end, so just listen a bit k? Okay first, since you'll probably never hear it at this rate, when I was 13 years old, my mom committed suicide.

The writing gets a bit shakier at this point.

I blamed myself, but I could never handle anyone else blaming me. 'It's not my fault' practically became my mantra. I got better though. It was usually fine, but sometimes things would trigger me and I got a bit less...fine. When I got hit by that person's quirk I turned into a girl because I felt like I couldn't handle girls. Probably sounds pathetic but...I couldn't. I couldn't handle helping my mom. I couldn't handle watching my sister, and that ended with her under a car.

I felt a pang of guilt at the time when we all teased her about never letting us meet her family because she was embarrassed. Apparently she didn't have much've a family to be embarrassed of.

When we went to the prison, the options were try to find and kill a person who I was supposed to love for the rest of my life, or lose my life. Not my living, just my life. All the things that I used to feel like made it worth living. Then, after about the funnest week of mood swings I've ever had, I got called to Nezu's office. He offered to kill her. Told me I should. But isn't that hero's whole thing? We protect, we don't kill, we fight for justice, we save people? Apparently it wasn't just a whim. I looked into it and there's a lot more black spots on articles of dangerous villains then I thought. And innocent civilians. Knowing me of course, I'm sure Nezu decided he had to fix his slip up. I decided to eavesdrop on one of his little meetings with Aizawa Sensei and see what was going to be coming my way. I heard that he was going to erase my memories.

Eh? Why didn't shitty hair tell me? The fuck?

I also knew from looking at some files that in the past confrontations of friends for friends never really ended with the two still intact.

I could beat those asses if I wanted to, and if you ACTUALLY FUCKING TOLD ME!

I'm sure you're probably cursing me out, like 'I could beat those asses if I wanted to!' But I promise you, the Hero Commission isn't someone you should try to beat right now. So, I'm sure that my memory has been wiped in some 'sad twist of fate' by now, but this is the part where my story from before comes into play. Because if everyone starts to wonder why the hell no one has fixed my memories, and the HC tells class 1-A about my family and says it's better to leave me be so I won't have to deal with the traumatic memories, I know that they'll agree. Because they care, and that's a fatal weakness.