To Let the World Burn

Disappearance

I was reliving a memory. Multiple, in fact.

First it was me playing at the park with Kacchan. Then I was in the doctor's office with my mom, receiving the news I didn't have a quirk.

Next came elementary school, where everyone was judging me. I was losing friends quickly and Kacchan started calling me names.

I was at the back of my middle school, getting used as a testing dummy for quirks, before the scene revealed me standing at a sakura tree, waiting for a non-existent secret admirer to never come and getting teased about it the next day.

Being told to jump off the roof. Meeting All Might. Suffocating in slime.

Mom.

I finally woke from the torturous slumber I was having and realised I was not in my room.

I wouldn't be in my room because my apartment burned down.

The memories hit me in a flash. The smoke. The fire. Jumping. Mom.

Emotions welled up and I tried to shove them back down. I took in my surroundings. Pristine white walls, ceilings, and floors. The smell of antiseptic. The faint beeping sound I hadn't noticed earlier. I was in a hospital.

I saw my slightly singed clothing in a bag on my bedside table, along with my other possessions. In came a doctor, who looked startled to see me awake.

"Ah, Midoriya. Good to see you up. Mind if I do some check ups?" he asked me. I nodded and he proceeded to do his job. After he was done he started talking again.

"Well it seems as if you have sustained no major injuries which is good. Do you have any family that can come pick you up?" he asked. My father was overseas but I haven't seen him in years, so I wouldn't even know how to contact him. Mom didn't have any brothers or sisters and my grandparents are dead. No godfather or godmother that I know of.

I was completely alone.

I shook my head no and he looked at me with concern.

"Well just stay here. I'm gonna make a few calls ok?" he asked and I gave a half-nod in response.

He left my room, closing the door but not all the way as he walked out. I could hear him conversing with other doctors on the other side.

"We're going to have to call the system and get him registered. He confirmed he didn't have any family so he's going to have to go to the orphanage," I just barely heard him say.

I didn't hear anything after that, my mind was swimming with too many thoughts. Orphanage? I can't go to the orphanage. People like me don't survive in the orphanage. The walls started spinning, or closing in, I couldn't really tell. I couldn't breathe, it was as if my throat was closing in on itself. I have no family. I'm alone. I'm going to an orphanage.

I have to get out of here.

With panic pumping my brain up with adrenaline, I got out of bed quietly and took my bag of stuff. In a chair was my yellow backpack, slightly grey from the ash of the fire. I put on my singed clothing and put the rest of my stuff in the backpack. I looked at my surroundings and saw my room had a window. I made my way over to it and saw I was on the ground floor. I looked for a way to open the windows and saw a latch.

When I tried pulling it, it wouldn't budge. I could hear more voices outside of my room. Pulling with all my strength I got the latch to unlock the window and opened it. I quickly climbed through as my door began to open again. My window led to a slightly busy street, but no one was paying attention to me.

As soon as my feet touched the ground I heard shouts coming from my room and I bolted. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew my destination had to be anywhere but here.