STRINGS // KATSUKI BAKUGO [2]

Chapter 13 // Alive

You stepped off the plane and immediately had a crowd of security swarming you, concerned with your appearance and inability to walk in a straight line.

However, you dismissed their protests and rushed out of the airport, walking with as much purpose as you could down the bustling streets of Japan and to the only place that could truly help you.

"Miss [L/N]?" Principal Nezu breathed out in shock as you bursted through the front doors of U.A.

You simply brushed past the stout and made your made to your old homeroom, far too angered to be bothered by the eyes glued to you.

When you yanked open the door to Class 1-A, their eyes weren't any less concerned with your appearance.

"[L/N]?" Aizawa questioned, eyes raking over your bloodied and bruised body that was still enveloped with the dress from the night before.

"I am fucking sick of not being able to live my life!" you spat. "First, my mom gets kidnapped. Then, my boyfriend goes missing, and we all know the suspects are the same damn people that have been ruining my life since I joined the hero course. I am done with the League of Villains fucking up my life! I'm done following your plan. We're doing what I wanna do."

"[L/N], I think you need to sit down," Aizawa said, hands held out in front of him as he approached you as if you were a wounded animal. "You don't look good. Your pupils are dilated, signs of a brain injury. You're not stable on your feet. You need to sit."

"I'm not sitting down," you argued, swatting at his helping hands. "None of us should. We need to get out there and look for them."

"[L/N], stop talking!" Aizawa shouted, silencing you, which allowed everyone and yourself to hear your labored and disorderly breathing.

"I think..." you began, stumbling backward, catching yourself with your hands on the doorframe. "I think I hit my head."

Then, darkness.

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You woke up in the hospital, the same hospital you have been in too many times to feel relieved in the presence of anymore.

You looked down at your body to find it ridded of your tattered dress and replaced with a clean gown.

"I wish we were meeting again under different circumstances," a familiar voice spoke, and you looked to the left to see the doctor who had done your quirk surgery stepping into the room. "Hello, [L/N]."

"Hey," was all you managed.

"You took a pretty hard hit to the head," she said before pulling up a chair to sit at your bedside. "You gave everyone a scare."

"When can I go?" you asked, eager to proceeded with your plan to search for your missing mother and kidnapped boyfriend.

"Slow down," the doctor said, managing a small smile at your ambition. "You need to know some things before you go running into more danger."

You paled.

"I believe you were exposed to radiation during your brainwashing," she explained. "This caused a brain tumor, which ruptured when you hit your head. This rupturing caused a brain leak, which could lead to future destruction of your cognitive functions."

"I had a brain tumor..." you trailed off, disbelief surely evident on your face. "Wouldn't I have known?"

"Some people feel it shortly after it forms," she stated, "and others don't realize until it's too late."

You froze.

"Too late?" you questioned, eyes blown wide in horror.

"I'm afraid your mentality is only going to deteriorate from here," she replied. "We patched the leak and scraped out the remains of the tumor, but the damage is done. Your memories and knowledges of basic functions are going no to fade away. In a normal career, I'd give you twenty or so years, but, if you take one more harsh hit to the head, you could die in impact."