Hana Aizawa-Yamada : My Hero Academia

Memories

This one kinda hits you in the feels.
⚠️Trigger Warning: Nightmare
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Two minutes of silence passed before anything was said; Hana took the lead. "I guess I should start with a little background about me," she began. Midoriya leaned forward attentively, not breathing a word. "So, I didn't come to live here under the best of circumstances..." Hana went on to explain how Aizawa found her bleeding in an alley having escaped from some unknown kidnappers, how he ended up adopting her and how she had had no memory of her time with the villains that kidnapped her and killed her parents, that was, until recently. Midoriya sat in stunned silence as he processed all the information being given to him.

"Umm Izuku?" Hana questioned.

He said nothing.

"How are you taking all of this?" She asked again.

He considered her words, took a deep breath, and said, "it's a lot I won't lie, b-but I'm more worried about how you're handling all of this, if you didn't remember your time with the villains until recently then all these awful memories must be really overwhelming..."
Izuku looked concerned while he waited for Hana to reply.

She tried to play it cool and nonchalant, but Izuku saw through the act and gave her a look. Reluctantly, she let out a long, tired sigh, "I'm terrified. So much information is running through my brain and I haven't even remembered everything so I'm scared. How many more memories will appear?! Can I even handle the worst of them? What if this inhibits my ability to be a hero?!" She began breathing faster; her father walked her through some breathing exercises before she could spiral too much and she went to speak again. "Ehem, anyway anxiety is great so umm... w-what now?"

Hizashi took action. He stood up and proclaimed, "Now we watch a movie, set up a futon for Midoriya, and see how you feel in the morning. You can't rush this Hana." Hana looked surprised, "but, but you don't know what I remembered, it's pretty bad," she winced, "and what if I can help us find Tomura? I've got-" Aizawa broke in, "No. Hizashi is right, you should rest, don't worry about it for tonight. Focus on recovering." Hizashi smiled and plopped down between Aizawa and Hana, hugging them tightly. "I'm glad you're both home." Izuku's heart warmed at the sight of the three of them together. He snuggled in next to Hana and said, "what movie are we gonna watch?"

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Hana walked through a long, dark hallway. Everything around her was pitch black, but an invisible force urged her further into the darkness so she walked, her feet splashing against the water on the floor. Despite her blindness to her surroundings, she felt like she knew this place; the smell of mildew and stale air fresheners was interesting, not comforting by any means, but familiar. The force pushed on her back gently as she had slowed her pace in her thoughts. She sped up once more, but she couldn't shake the sinking feeling of foreboding that enveloped her as she moved closer to the end of the hallway.

A dim light flickered in the distance, the presence pushed Hana with more urgency. "Hurry, hurry," it seemed to whisper in her ear, "we can't be late." Dread filled Hana, making her body heavy and shaky. She tried to stop and pushed against the presence behind her; it filled with hostility and refused to cease its motion. The light grew into a glowing doorway that rushed at Hana as she desperately scrambled away from it unsuccessfully. She tried to scream, but no sound escaped her mouth. Suddenly, the floor melted and Hana fell through inky blackness screaming silently as she dropped.

She landed in a new place, one with less hostile energy. She was much shorter now and bandages wrapped her forearms and head. That caused another difference to occur to her, she could see. Hana stood in a grey hallway with a tiled floor; it looked like any normal office building. A red door loomed over and a deep voice told her, "open it, there's someone you should meet." She glanced up at the tall man with white hair; he smiled at her. It wasn't a very warm, encouraging smile, more calculating and false, maybe even a little prideful. Hana's unusually small hand reached out and grasped the cool handle, turning it.