Ꮤ𐋅𐌀𐌕 𐌉 Ꮤ𐌀𐌍𐌕

𐌋𐌄𐌅𐌕 𐌁𐌄𐋅𐌉𐌍𐌃

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!" everyone would yell when you blew out the candles on your cake. You decided to celebrate your 21st birthday since you never cared about acknowledging it for a good long while. A change was to be put in place. You're only three hours in after you blew out your candles and you already felt your mind and eyes getting fuzzy from the amount of shots you took that night. It didn't make it any better when your friends practically forced you to smoke with them. All you could really make out were the blinding lights and blasted music. You hated large crowds but you needed to break out of your shell for once, especially since you're growing rapidly with fame you'll have to get used to this sooner than you'd like.
You started to feel nauseous from being crossfaded, the only thing you could feel were people dancing and crashing into you. Suddenly, you start seeing visions or hallucinations of something, no, someone. He had a tall and strong build, all you could really squint your eyes hard enough to see was spiky blonde hair and two big gauntlets covering his wrists. As soon as you could observe this hallucination more clearly, you realize who it was. It was the number one hero Ground Zero. But why was he here? What business does he have here? And why most of all was he staring so deeply into your soul. You had to get a closer look to see if he was actually real, pushing through crowds of people trying to make your way towards him when a sudden itch attacked your entire body. You felt as if bugs were crawling all over you and just wouldn't go away. You immediately started scratching at your skin while trying to get to the nearest restroom to figure out what was happening. Now all you could see were colors and without your knowledge your arms were stained with fresh blood from your excessive scratching. You made it to the closest bathroom. The lights were dim but when you looked in the mirror you felt yourself progressively get more and more dizzy. It got to the point where you saw the blonde's face one last time before passing out onto the cold tiled floor from loss of blood.

...

You woke up.

"What the hell..what even happened, where's my phone..?" Y/N rubbed his eyes after waking up in a hospital bed, trying to put together what had happened.
He grabbed his phone from the side table before looking at the time.
It was exactly 1:00pm. After he immediately checked his arms, noticing they were wrapped up. He quickly took off the bandages in fear that he was still squirting out blood. Though, all of his wounds were healed fully. All he could do after was sigh heavily before a nurse rushed in to greet him.
"Oh! Mr. L/N, are you alright we were alarmed in the system that you required assistance?" She said walking up to him with a concerned look.
"Oh I just would like to know how I ended up here, all I can remember was passing out in a bathroom a-and my arms..they were full of blood-" he replied, releasing another heavy sigh afterwards.
"I see, not to worry Mr. L/N you were escorted here by someone! They showed heavy concern but asked us to not reveal his identity or name."
"Is that even legal? I wanna know why the hell I'm here?!" Y/N felt a sudden rush of pain to his head before clutching it right with both hands after yelling.
"Oh dear you shouldn't yell sir, you still are recovering from the blood loss.." The nurse replied immediately, handing him pills to take for the pain before writing him up a paper for his dispatch from the hospital. He was quick to swallow all three pills, breathing heavily before he finally calmed down and the throbbing pain mellowed out.
The nurse then handed him his dispatch paper and referral to another clinic for a checkup after two weeks. He decided that speaking and getting riled up for now wasn't the best route. So he just grabbed the paper and nodded, grabbing his belongings and heading for the exit.

On your way home...

You had called up a close friend to drive you back home so that it wouldn't be harder for you. Once you got there it was already almost past 3pm. A wave of exhaustion hit you once you entered your room. You flopped onto your king sized bed and just relaxed for a moment. All you could think about was who had taken you to the hospital if not your close friend.
Your eyes grew heavy leading you to your slumber. But every dream was of him. The number one hero. But why? It made no sense. Yes you've had an obsession with him ever since his debut but why dream of him now. You were in and out of sleep, each dream unlocking a new memory of last night. You saw him, you ran to the bathroom, you fell to the floor, before you fully passed out four random guys surrounded you. The conversations were muffled but you knew they were up to no good. You tried to move but your body wouldn't budge, all you could feel were hands pinching your arms, draining you of your blood before someone stepped in. It was him again. Ground Zero. He fought off the creepy men who were weirdly touching you before picking you up. Afterwards, it all went black. That's when you woke up, sweat dripping from your forehead. It was like a nightmare but it all felt real like it had actually happened. You couldn't get the thought of Ground Zero saving you out of your head. You had all these questions but just shut them all down. You had gotten up to wash your face thinking 'maybe I'm just slowly going insane' that maybe your hyperfixation has gone too far, your yearn for him to know your name was growing. It was a toxic trait of yours, once you've fallen for someone at first sight you grapple onto them and become overly fascinated, as if they are too good to be real. It was bad enough you over dissociate yourself from reality, now you're deeply emotionally connected to not only the #1 pro hero but just someone you didn't know a thing about.

"What am I even thinking, it couldn't have been him. He has no business knowing who I am or what I do! Pull yourself together Y/N!" You looked into the mirror, making sure to splash your face as many times as needed before drying it and heading back to your room.

"What is happening with me"