From Vinegar to wine

Remembrance

AN: Hello reader, sorry for the late updates on Wattpad I don't read fanfics on this site much. go to fanfiction.net or AO3 for faster updates. also, real quirk do you guys no any way for me to get more people to see my story on this site?

"SAKURAI!" My voice comes out hoarse as I jolt awake, sweat dripping from my face as I roll panting out of bed. That was intense... I haven't dreamed in a while.

I must have been like that for a while because I didn't hear my mom walk in until her foot began roughly prodding my side, bringing me back to reality.

"You know I agreed to treat you neutrally until our first meeting," my mom says as she continues to prod at my side, looking down on me with her pink eyes practically glowing in annoyance, "But I think even a normal mom would be pissed to be woken up by their son screaming in their sleep."

Actually, I'm pretty sure they'd be concerned.

"Nightmare," I pant, putting a hand over my face and momentarily being surprised to feel real flesh instead of the prosthetic I used to have, "I'll be better."

I let myself feel my face for a moment in an attempt to try to steady my mind.

"Good," is her only response before she leaves, closing the door behind her.

"Wait," I say, stopping her just before she closes it all the way, "Did I scream anything? A name, maybe?"

She stares at me a moment, the lingering effects of sleep and a little bit of alcohol still evident in her eyes, "Sakura."

As my mom leaves the room I sigh into my hands, trying to stifle the scream that wants to come out.

So um, god, don't suppose you could have left the pain and nightmares back in my old life could you? No? Just gonna fuck with this body as well as my mind? Alright then thanks. Sighing, I look at the clock.

"3 AM," I mutter, staring at the screen in exasperation, "Might as well nip this in the bud."

I cross my legs and shift into a more comfortable position, relaxing and preparing myself for what I am about to do. Moments later the last thing I feel from my body is a heavy sigh as my mind is sent into the vault. Looking around, I let out a sigh of relief.

Honestly, I was giving this a 50/50 chance of working. The very fact that I was having a bad dream means that something is wrong with it. I guess it makes sense since the vault is a real thing, just permanently amplified by a mental quirk and since everything else of my mind got transferred that makes sense that...wait, no it doesn't. Can't a mental quirk only affect the mind and not the brain? I guess it really can or else I wouldn't be able to use the vault to this level.

Understanding Jackson's quirk has always been difficult for me, especially considering the fact that he doesn't really explain it. It's literally just, 'Hey, come here! Oh, hey, I'm grabbing your face now! Oh, now your brain is a Matrix and I'm the Architect!'

Okay, it's definitely time to stop pointlessly wondering about the existential question of the difference between the mind and the brain.

Instead, I look around the black void that is my mental vault.

Should I clear this out? I wonder as I glance around the floating orbs of memories. Well, this is a new life, I should clean the slate and all that.

I grab a memory in my mental hand, studying it as it rests in my grip. It is a little bigger than a baseball, meaning that it's probably only an hour or two long. As I carefully glance into it, I prepare myself to be met with a bitter or sad memory, only to smile as I recognize it. It was the day I had returned to Japan. The whole of Class T had come with me on the plane ride. We spent the whole time dicking around and having a party until it was time to land.