When Heroes Collide - Bakugou X Reader Slow Burn

Chapter 60: It's Him...

My remaining days at hospital went by quickly, I was soon to be discharged. Other people dropped by and visited. No one I recognised other than my own mother, but the mysterious boy never came again.

I often found myself staring at the door waiting for him to burst through it. But he didn't. I gazed out the window wondering where he was and what he was up to. I thought back to the way he cradled my face as though I was.. Something delicate.. Something precious. I pictured his face and remembered the way it made me feel gazing into his eyes. I didn't know who that boy was.. But I longed to know. I wanted to remember, I had a strong unexplainable desire to know everything about him, yet I didn't even know his name and I hated myself for that.

I couldn't shake away the haunting memory of how his smiling expression dropped once he realised I didn't know who he was. Even so, I thought about him every day since.

A pink-haired girl often came by to visit, she had a super bubbly personality and was extremely supportive. Although I retained no memory of her either, in her presence I felt a sense of comfort, the kind you have when you're with a best friend. She often showed me pictures of us together on her camera roll, places we'd been too, movie nights we had, meals we shared. She would tell me about all the things we had done together to try and help me remember.

Sometimes I got a sense of familiarity whilst looking through the pictures, and it made me feel as though maybe I was getting better.

Other people came to visit too, reintroducing themselves to me. It seemed that whoever I was had a lot of amazing friends. I felt forever grateful for that.

Of course, I hadn't completely lost all of my memory, I remembered some things; I knew who my mother was, I could still read, write, speak, even cook.

I remembered that I was a student at U.A and I was training to become a hero. At least I wasn't completely useless, although I did struggle to use my quirk. The doctors said that my case of amnesia could be temporary, with time the memories might come back, I... wasn't so sure.

Today was the day I was discharged from the hospital, my mother asked if I would like to go and stay with her for awhile instead of the dorms at school. I understood why she wanted me to stay with her and a part of me wanted to, I was nervous going to live in the dorms. But I felt that being with my friends, meant I would be closer to finding out who I really was.

I anxiously awaited for the pink haired girl, (Mina I think her name was) and her friend to come pick me up from the hospital so we could walk to the dorms together. We engaged in a bit of conversation along the way. Mina asked how I was feeling and mentioned something to do with a welcome back party, that made me feel extra nervous, it was kind of intimidating going to a party dedicated to myself when I didn't really know who I was... Although, I did appreciate the gesture.

Once we found our way back to campus and entered the accommodation building, I felt.. Overwhelmed. There was so many people in there that I didn't recognise, it was kind of scary, I understood why my mum worried now. My heart began to race. All these strangers were hugging me and welcoming me back, I didn't quite know how to feel, I glanced at the faces amongst the room but no sense of familiarity came, it made me want to cry. However, I took a deep breath and tried to set those feelings
aside after all, I didn't fancy crying in a room of what felt like strangers. Of course, there was the odd couple of faces I remembered from prior hospital visits, but that was it really.

I tried my best to respond warmly but could feel the beat of my anxious heart begin to race. That was until I looked across the room, my gaze met with a boy seated on the couch.

He was the only one that wasn't looking.

I kinda liked that about him.

I watched as he got up and ignored everyone around him, heading straight toward the kitchen. That's when I realised, it was him. The ash-blonde that came to see me in the hospital that day. My eyes widened in surprise, I'd already started to lose hope and believed that maybe, I would never get to see him again.. But there he was.