Blood and Air |The Sequel| {Bakugo X FemOC}

Deal

The next two days passed in a blur. I forced myself to act normal, attend classes and interact with everyone. It was harder to keep it up in front of Eri, but especially so in front of Shoto and Katsuki.

I couldn't truly face Shoto. The knowledge that, because of our relationship, he was tampered with -- had his memories fucked with, losing someone that would probably be close with us now if it wasn't for fucking Osaka.

My body shivered just thinking her name. How Ember managed to get in UA, get to me, unsettled me still, but more so was the conversation I had with my tormentor. 

And the fact that I could be forgetting so many people, events. Who knows the full extent of what happened to me under her 'care'. What I did remember was enough to fuck me up for the rest of my life. What about what I didn't remember? What shit was done to me that was so bad even Osaka decided I shouldn't keep?

Or is it information? Did people become lax and start talking too much in front of me? Was there some secret imbedded deep within my mind, or stolen away?

All I knew was that something was coming back. 

There were these flashes I had, of someone who reminded me of gold. Gold hair, eyes, golden-tanned skin. It was a kid, though, but the way my heart clenched at each flash told me she was someone who used to be special to me.

I wondered if it was this Chibana. These flashes only came to me when I was alone, lost in thought, or when I someone feminine around me said certain words, like 'gold, smoke, scars, lost'. I even noticed Shoto was frequently getting lost in thought, more so than usual, and I was hesitant to ask him what was on his mind.

Could he also be starting to remember? 

"How's the work going?" I jolted, glancing up from my blank stare at my computer screen. I had a work computer, and was supposed to be looking at the recent shipment numbers and making sure shit added up. 

But, of course, my mind was no where on that. Especially not when it was Shoto who spoke, sitting down next to me on the deck-sofa. I was sitting on the back deck of the dorm, relaxing in the gentle breeze. It was late in the evening, and he must've just returned from his provisional classes.

Seeing as Katsuki hasn't approached me yet to steal me away from "all the extras" as he puts it, I had a feeling that Shoto requested some alone time with me.

I shrugged. "I'm not really focused on it, ya know?" I said softly, my cheek resting on the palm of my hand, elbow propped op on the cushioned arm. 

Shoto sighed, deep and heavy, leaning back into his spot, staring at the darkening sky. "Yeah, I understand."

My eyes stayed on Shoto's profile, a heaviness settling in my heart.

Would it be easier to just tell him everything? Stop keeping it trapped within?

I blew out a breath, feeling the burn of tears behind my eyes. I hated keeping shit from Shoto, but I was scared of telling him. Would it make him safer or put him more at risk? Can I really keep this all from spiraling into a war if I work with Itsuki, with Hawks and Lyria?

Can I really save the people I love--

"Mira," Shoto said softly, dragging me out of my thoughts. He turned his head softly, a breeze coming and lifting strands of his hair as his heterochromatic eyes were soft and warm and full of emotions. 

Full of honesty, full of care, full of worry. It made my heart pang and squeeze, and I had to softly suck in a breath.

"You know I'm here for you, right?" He asked gently, voice low, as if it would break if he spoke any higher.  Tears built strength in eyes, threatening to fall. "I've always been on your side, and that hasn't changed. Not with the coma, not with Lyria, not anything. So don't forgot that."