Reminisce (BNHA x Reader)

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⇲ Prologue - Neverending Dream

Age 8

Severe burn marks were littered over your body: on your face, torso, arms, and legs. You barely escaped within an inch of your life. Slumping over a tall steel wall, the coolness of the metal relieves your exposed skin.

Adrenaline running low, you sit down on the ground. Letting out a few coughing fits, you passed out. All the exhaustion and dehydration from the day finally catching up.

Detectors from the wall caught sight of a person loitering near the facility for some time; it alerted the presence of a staff member to come and investigate. Principal Nezu decided to do so himself, dragging along a teacher–Eraserhead–as well.

Leaving the gates of UA, the duo noticed you immediately. They were shocked at what they saw: a young girl, no older than the age of 10, lying there unconscious with multiple burns covering your small body.

"Eraser, let's bring in the girl and have Recovery Girl heal her," said Nezu. Aizawa nodded and rushed towards where you sat. He carried you in his arms and ran back inside. Nezu temporarily lifted the barrier to let you in without setting off any alarms.

They couldn't fathom how someone would do something like this to a young child.

Age 9

"It's remarkable. Her burns were so large, but she managed to make a full recovery in just a few months," your primary doctor told the three adults in the room. "It's like she was never burned. Not a single mark or discolored skin in place."

Principal Nezu, Present Mic, and Eraserhead, as you come to know them, have been your temporary legal guardians ever since they rescued you. You were looking out the hospital room's window. Not paying any attention to whatever they were conversing about.

"Thank you, Dr. Oisha. We'd like to talk to her before we prepare for her discharge," Aizawa said. The doctor nodded and promptly left the room. An odd silence passed in the room between you and them.

Mic walked forward towards the foot of your bed. He admired the floating crown on the top of your head. It wasn't there when Eraser and Nezu first brought you in; he recalled. When you started treatment at this hospital, it never seemed to leave. He wonders if it's a part of your quirk and if it was responsible for your speedy recovery.

"Hey, Y/n-chan, how are you feeling?"

"'m fine, Yamada-san."

Short and quick to answer. That has always been the way you spoke to them. You only provided them with your first and last name. You never told them anything personal about you other than that.

They were stumped with you at first. Finding no government files about you and refusing to talk to them other than small talk. But based on how you spoke, you probably were from somewhere in the Kansai region. How you ended up in Shizuoka prefecture, heck in Musutafu, was beyond them.

"Are you excited? You'll finally be leaving this hospital." It was Nezu's turn to speak. The mouse-dog-bear-looking creature stood on a chair across from your bed.

You remained silent, opting to look down at your hands that sat atop your lap. The crown on your head disappeared after months of being out on display. Wetness flowed from your eyes. Tears free-falling down in droplets that stain your hands.

"Please," your voice trembling. "Don't leave me."

Your sniffles and accent made your words incoherent, but everyone in the room still recognized what you were trying to say.