You Knew Me Once [BNHAxOC]

1: I Knew You Once

[My POV, but who is that?]

Who am I?

I began crying at a familiar roof that I ran to out of instinct the moment I could get away from the hospital.

The hospital felt too suffocating.

I felt so useless as I unknowingly cried.

Why am I so upset?

Tears make such a waste of time.

It's illogical.

I don't understand.

I feel as though I've lost everything.

Why can't I remember?

It hurts.

My head, it hurts.

A man who was at my hospital bed approached me, who was now sitting in tears on a roof with a great view.

"Aiko, you okay?" The black-haired man said.

I remember, that's what the doctor said my name is.

I hid behind an electric box on the roof.

"Do you need a tissue?" He softly spoke as he held out his hand with a smile, a warm, soft smile.

"I don't need your squalid tissue!" I yelled, confused, scared, concerned, embarrassed.

Who are you? No one told me.

It's humiliating.

Showing such a pathetic expression to this stranger.

"Sorry" he apologized with his head down "You don't remember, do you."

He had a bittersweet smile.

My heart dropped at the expression of this unknown man.

No, he might be trying to take advantage of me, an amnesiac who came straight out of the hospital.

"It's okay that you don't" he reassured "Just know that I was someone who loved you very much."

Before saying anything else, I asked out of instinct.

"Who are you?"

He turned with a hopeful expression.

"Shota Aizawa. And you're Aiko, Aiko Fukuda."

"We must've been quite close for you to use my first name, Aizawa" I narrowed my eyes in suspicion.

"Yes, yes we were, Aiko."

I was told I have no living relatives by that doctor, meaning that our relationship must have been quite noteworthy.

He seemed to have a slight frown at the sound of his last name as if he expected me to say his first.

He seems like an emotional idiot who holds on to the past.

I'm better than that.

"Listen up Aizawa" I stood up and roughly grabbed his shirt "You're going to tell me who I was or else I'll injure myself, the body of the one you loved."

His smile baffled me.

"That really does sound like something you'd do" Aizawa chuckled "Come with me, we can talk over coffee."

"No" I glared "I don't trust where you'll take me. We will talk where we are."

He and I both sat down on this terribly familiar roof.

"You were part of the HPSC. Or the Hero Public Safety Commission." he explained "You told me they forced you to coldly interrogate many people after you finally opened up to me."