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Chapter 3

You were in a small little park near your neighborhood. Midoriya had asked you to go with him saying he had to show you something. It was beautiful. Everything was green, lovely colorful flowers surrounded the place. The sky is an amazing shade of blue. So bright. You were both lying under a tree staring at the branches of it. The way the sunlight pierced through the small little spaces between the leaves and changing shapes whenever a breeze blew, was hypnotic. Calming. You were at peace every time you were there.

"I like it here." You said. "It's relaxing."

"I knew you would like it." The boy laying next to you who was, as well, admiring the breathtaking scenery, said while forming a small smile on his lips without tearing his gaze "This tree is called the weeping willow."

"Why is it called that?" you asked curiously while not looking away either.

"Because of its dangling leaves and branches." he said pointing to the tree "They face downwards the earth."

"It's beautiful." you said.

You have spent most of your time in that park ever since. To that same spot. Under the tree. You would go there every time you felt you needed a break from the world. Every time you were sad. Every time you asked your parents if they remembered anything else besides just finding you inside an alley.

You didn't know your family. You didn't know if you had one. You wanted to know what happened to you so bad. Even if the reason for your amnesia is just a 'you hit your head' you would slowly start to remember, wouldn't you? But you didn't. You were in the dark. Every day you tried to remember even the slightest thing but it was futile.

"UGH!" you yelled and your hands reached for your head harshly scratching it, as if you would start to remember anything by that "WHY?!" your now clenched fists hit the ground with all the force you had "WHY AM NOT REMEMBERING EVEN A SINGLE THING?!" then you got on your feet shouting "WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!" and tears started to fill your eyes "Why did this have to happen to me...?"

You fell on the ground again, now your knees to your chest, while hiding your face from the world. Minutes passed and your eyes were still kind of red and blurry. You came back to reality when you heard some kids coming your way. Three little boys were marching on top of a fallen tree's trunk, which is used as a little bridge above the small river. They noticed you were alone under the tree and came to talk to you

"Hey." one of the boys approached you "Was it you who was yelling a minute ago?"

Your cheeks were dusted in a light shade of pink. You didn't think anybody would be around there. It's an abandoned park, after all "O-oh um...I'm sorry..." you stuttered not even bothering to look at the boy "I didn't know anyone would be here..."

"What do you want to remember?" he asked, letting you know that he heard loud and clear what you had shouted out of your lungs.

"It's nothing..." You said you're still not looking at him "I've lost my memories a few months ago is all...and I can't remember anything."

He signaled to his friends to leave. He sat down not too far away from you but too close either.

"What is your name?" he asked.

"Y/n..."

He nodded and stared at you as if he was waiting for something. He wanted to listen to you. So you told him. You told him about your foster parents, how they found you, how you felt at that time. How you were feeling now...At that hospital you were scared, alone and felt helpless. Now you were just irritated.