ALWAYS || Katsuki Bakugo

72- Search

Yoshiko felt warm. It wasn't the sort of warmth that made you uneasy. It gave her comfort. Eyes still closed, she tried to take in her surroundings. She could hear the soothing sound of rippling water and a gentle breeze. She slowly opened her eyes to the most beautiful sky she had ever seen. It was a captivating gradient of purple, pink and orange with fluffy clouds that gave the sky an angelic golden hollow.

She sat up and looked down to see she was sitting on water. Strangely, her clothes and skin weren't wet. The water mirrored the sky, making it look like the sky and the ground had become one. She got up, and the water rippled, distorting the reflection.

"Didn't think I'd see you here." She heard a voice. A voice she hadn't heard in a long time. A voice she thought had become a figment of her imagination. She looked around, looking for the owner of the voice.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around. She went still as a cat as she gaped at the man standing in front of her. Snow white hair and brown skin adorned with stars. His eyes were the same metallic colour as hers. If this was heaven, this man was an angel.

"Dad?" Yoshiko whispered.

"Hey," he smiled, "you've grown up so much."

Yoshiko stared at him for a few moments longer. She was only seven when she lost her father, and seeing him after about eleven years made her feel a surge of emotions, of which one was confusion, "If you're here, it means I'm dead, huh?"

He smiled and shook his head, "You're not dead, just unconscious."

"Is this a dream?"

"No. You're in The Healers Realm." He explained, "Because you have a healing quirk."

Yoshiko nodded slowly, still unsure why she was here and if this was just a super realistic dream where she was getting gaslighted into believing this was real, "So... do you live here?"

"Some questions can't be answered," He patted her head. Yoshiko felt herself relax to his touch. A father's loving touch. Something she craved her whole life when she saw other kids' fathers at elementary school come to pick them up or at the playground where they cheered for their kids swinging on the gorilla bars.

"Why am I here? To get a second chance at life or something?" She asked, ignoring the feeling.

"As I said, you're not dead, and I'm afraid all the resurrection powers have been used up, with me being the last one to experience it," Daiki said. He put his hands on Yoshiko's shoulders, his eyes growing serious, "But what you're here for is important. You don't have much time till you wake up, and I'm not sure if you'll come here again, so listen carefully."

"Okay," Yoshiko breathed.

"Your brother has lost himself. He doesn't remember you, me, or your mother. He doesn't remember anything that happened in the past. His memories have been erased, and you're going to help restore them."

"What?" Yoshiko frowned, "He's with The Quirk Elites. What are you on about?"

"He isn't. That's all I can tell you. You're waking up now." His hands left her shoulder, and her vision grew blurry.

"Wait, I have questions!" She exclaimed.

"Sorry, kid. It's not in my hand. Tell your ma I love her, okay?" The last thing she saw was him smiling at her.

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Yoshiko stirred awake, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness. She was startled by the sound of crashing waves on the walls around her. She realised she was lying on the ground and sat up, the back of her neck feeling sore. It was too dark for her to see anything. She tried moving her hands away from each other, but they were still in handcuffs. She recalled what happened before she went unconscious. Her own brother helped get her kidnapped.