𝒟𝑜 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌? ᰔ K. Bakugo

Chapter 6: It's nothing

A/N: many timeskips and pov skips in the beginning bcs idk how to write this + no motivation cuz school starts in a few days+ need to study + panicking bcs of school + shorter chapters because Idk + too lazy to study so watch me fail and dedicate my life to this fanfiction.

LAST DAILY UPDATE. THE REST WILL COME OUT LIKE WITH A TWO DAY INTERVAL OR MORE OR A WEEK INTERVAL

You won't believe this but I actually love Hawks

(the number of times I've already mentioned him-)

written on 29.08.2024

You had never had a panic attack again since the day you built up your walls some years ago. 

Not until today.

Your memories had been put into the deepest of your mind, leaving them locked up and out of reach for anyone, including you. 

It was partial amnesia. Caused by you and your unstable mental health. Or what was left of it. 

So why, why did you have to get remembered about it just because of a stupid name?

Why did your walls have to crumble at the wrong moment?

You were even on the way to healing. 

You had laughed for the first time since then.

You had worried for the first time since then.

You even showed hate towards someone. 

All for it to be crushed by a single similarity.

You didn't want anyone to know about you and look at you with pity like you were someone who had to be pitied. 

All you never wanted was to be seen as weak. A weak and fragile girl who couldn't protect herself and save herself from the trauma. You didn't need a knight in shining armor to rescue her from all the things you went through. You wanted to show the world that you didn't need saving or help from someone else. You could stand on your own and walk on your own. 

❁❁❁

Izuku didn't know what to do. 

He was beyond worried, even having a slight panic attack at the sight of your bleeding form on the ground. 

"[Y/N]?", he called out, his voice faltering at the end. 

All Might was shocked. Shocked at the fact that you knew All for One. However, he had shaken his head to get out of that trance of his, immediately calling Recovery Girl. 

He kneeled down to examine your wound, noticing how your breath was flat. Your chest was heaving up and down quickly, trying to catch some air. 

You were unconscious. You should have been able to breathe. So what was wrong? Your head injury that was caused by your fall onto the edge of the desk didn't affect your lungs, nor did it hit the brain. Maybe a small concussion. But blood poured out from your eyes. 

Your eyes were bleeding. 

Recovery Girl arrived a mere minute later, her robots carrying you onto a cloth to bring you to the school infirmary. The old lady didn't have a smile on her face, instead, her brows were furrowed. 

Not because of the fact that you were unconscious and bleeding. 

It was because where the cut on your head was, something dark was underlying beneath it. But it disappeared the moment she saw it.