Please Remember || Bakugou x Reader || Please STOP 2

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"Wait, I died on live TV?" A much older Y/N looked down at the much older Bakugou, as she leaned against a grave with her name on it. 

"Well apparently not, considering you're right there." Bakugou rolled his eyes as he leaned his head back against the gravestone. 

"What if I'm a ghost? A figment of your imagination?" She chuckled, moving her hands through the air, like some kind of scary ghost. 

Bakugou looked at her annoyed, grabbed her arm, and flipped her over the gravestone onto her back. She groaned at the pain. 

"What was that for?" 

"You seem pretty real to me." 

She shot him an annoyed look before sitting up and rubbing her back, not looking at anything in particular. Bakugou didn't want to look at her at the moment. He has had one question on his mind since he first saw her. 

After sitting for a few moments of silence, he finally asked, "So what happened?" 

Y/N turned her head to look back at the blond, "What do you mean?" She asked with a hum. 

"What happened?" He finally turned to look at the love of his life, who he assumed was dead. "You fell over limp, then fire surrounded you and the handy-bitch. Then when it cleared, you were gone." He leaned forward, closer to her and asked, "What happened to you?" 

Y/N sighed. "Well, I don't really remember all that much. About the fight you described. Actually, I don't remember the fight at all. But I do remember waking up with a pain in my chest." 

*** (This is going to be a common thing in this story. They are "in the past" telling the other what happened. So it's kinda like a flashback but they are telling the story.)

I groaned with a sharp pain in my chest. It felt like I had been stabbed in my chest. If I had, I have no idea how I'm still alive. 

I started to open my eyes and move my head, due to the bright light hanging above my head. 

"Ooo. Goodie," A voice from the other side of the room came, "You're awake. I must tell the masters." 

I started to sit up, but that only made the pain in my chest worse. I groaned again and placed a hand on my chest, to try to ease the pain a little bit. 

"Oh, sorry sweetheart." A new voice came. It sounded familiar. Like the voice from earlier but older, and less cutesie more soft. 
"I know it hurts. But it's what had to be done." 

I looked up and saw a woman who looked a lot like me, but older. She was blocking out some of the light that was blinding me. 

"Who- who are you?" I asked. 

She gave a soft warm smile, "Don't worry. I'll protect you from the mean men that tried to hurt you."

"What mean man?" 

"You don't need to worry about it anymore." Her smile seemed genuine. I didn't know what to do, so I just nodded. 

She told me to go back to sleep, so I did. Well, I closed my eyes. As the woman walked away, another scratchy voice was heard asking why I couldn't remember who she is. 

"My arrows can do different things to whoever they hit. I chose to take away her mem-" the world quickly grew silent as unconsciousness took over me. As if someone had put a drug through one of the IVs that were sticking in my arm, so I would fall asleep. 

I woke up a few days later. The pain in my chest was basically gone. I slowly sat up, feeling very light-headed. 

"Jesus calm down kid. You're gonna fall over or something." A deeper male voice explained as a pair of arms held my shoulder keeping me from falling. 

I hummed and tried to move away from the warm hands, pushing them off me, "Where am I?" 

"Hold on. Let me go get your mom." 

"My mom?" The male didn't answer before opening the door and calling out for someone, saying I was awake. 

I finally had a chance to look around. I was in a room with some hospital machines around me. I was hooked up to many of said machines. The walls were made of stone and the floor was concrete, with a mat. Probably so peoples' feet wouldn't get cold. 
As for furniture, there was only the bed I was on with the machines and a couch on the other side of the room. 
I had to assume I was in a basement since there were no windows, and the air was pretty cold. Which would make an escape all that much harder. 

"Hm, good morning sweetheart." The soft voice from a few days ago spoke. "How are you feeling?" 

I stayed quiet. I don't know any of these weird people. The one who had called everyone into the room, I could now see better. He had black hair and intoxicating turquoise eyes. He also had skin graphs covering the bottom part of his face, and some peeking through his sleeves. 

There was a girl with blond hair and a knife in her hand. She had a schoolgirl uniform on. 

There was a man with blue hair, a lizard man, and two people with masks. On had a black mask with white accents, that matched his whole outfit. The other had a white mask with black accents and a black and orange suit with a large top hat. 

"Don't worry, no one here will hurt you." The woman explained catching my attention again. 

"Who are you?" I asked coldly, brushing off her softness. 

She smiled. "I know you don't remember anything. I am your mother." 

I was quiet. Then looked at everyone else in the room. They looked like misfits. Like delinquents that go into trouble. But who was I to judge? I could have been just like them. From the way they acted, I could very well be one of them. 

"These are my friends. They help me fix society from the people to call themselves heroes." 

I didn't know what to say so I just went along with the story. 

Weeks went by and my stomach was growing strangely fast. I would wake up sick but feel completely fine a few hours later. Eventually Twice was tasked with getting me a pregnancy test. Surprise surprise, it was positive. 

My mother told me that it was some kid I grew up with that got me pregnant. He assaulted me. 

During my pregnancy, Dabi was heavily involved. Mainly because my mom wanted him to keep an eye on me in case I tried to run. He'd have the best chance of catching me. 

About seven and a half months went by (You were there for about a month before they found out) and I finally gave birth to a healthy baby girl. The name Suki was floating around in my head. It was obvious my mom was not ok with the name but tried to keep it to herself. I don't understand why though. 

It was pretty uneventful from there. I raised Suki with the help of the league, and Dabi took on the role of a stepdad or close uncle to Suki. We raised her for about four years until everything went south very quickly. 

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Hey guys. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. 
I hope the switch to her telling the story made sense. These first few chapters are just going to be them telling each other about what happened after her death. I will be switching between who is talking each chapter. So next chapter is going to be Bakugou. 
I hope you enjoyed and I'll see you in the next chapter.