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❝ You are my home. ❞
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𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎?
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You were laid in the nurse's office, a variety of students coming to visit you as they investigated. Byakuya even came in and gave you a book. At some point, they all decided together to question you.
"Y/N..?" You glanced up from your lap, seeing Kyoko peek her head in from the hallway. Behind her, was the rest of your classmates. "Can we come in?"
You nodded stiffly, wincing at the pain in your head. You had bandage wrap around your head, making your hair stick up awkwardly. Some strands stuck to your sweaty face and eye bags rested below your eyes.
All in all, you looked like you got hit by a truck.
"Of course you can," you smiled weakly, voice cracking slightly as you spoke. Apparently, screaming at the top of your lungs was bad for your throat.
Your classmates followed in, causing you a bit of anxiety. Should you tell them that you had lost your talent? Whether briefly or permanently, it made your heart ache.
You felt like the ability defined your very soul.
"We had some questions to ask you regarding what happened," Kyoko began, making you stiffen as she spoke. "You don't mind, right?"
You nodded silently, waiting patiently for the questions to come.
"A-Alright, if you still don't mind," Makoto started, making sure to ask politely before continuing. "Could you walk us through what happened last night..?"
"Last night?" You echoed, your eyes widening as you struggled to recall. "I don't remember anything of last night.."
"You don't..!?" Hiro exclaimed, looking at you with a tilt of his head. "I saw you and we talked. Don't you remember?"
"..W-What?" You looked taken aback, a confused expression on your features. "I-I'm sorry if you did.. I seriously don't remember anything."
