Chapter Fifteen

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  I woke up in the hospital. What the fuck happened?! I had a huge headache and my throat was sore. I sat up and looked around the dark room. It had dead bodies that occupied a bed each.

  Wait. False alarm. Everyone was breathing, but they were passed out on different beds. I smiled when I recognized Eijirou in the mess. I felt my head touch the pillow again and I passed out.

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  I woke up again, this time it was light and some other people were up too. I noticed that Deku was still laying down, as well as Half 'n Half, Copycat from class 1-B, and Present Mic.

  "Katsuki!" I recognized that voice from anywhere. I turned to my right and I saw Eijirou.

  "Awww! They are using first names again!" I saw Ashido peak out from behind him.

  "Shut up Pinky." I rolled my eyes and flopped back down.

  "Yeah, glad to see you too Bakugou." She said cheery.

  "What happened with Denki?" I heard Sero ask me. I sat up and saw that his bed was in front of mine. "Kirishima and Ashido won't tell me what happened."

  I glare at the others. They shrink into their beds. I sighed and looked at Sero. Here it goes... "He's dead. Tomura killed him the day you guys came."

  Tears formed in Sero's eyes. They started falling, one after another. He looked like he wasn't going to stop them either. "We were too late..."

  "No-No, Sero. I didn't call soon enough. It's my fault. If I wasn't a chicken, I would've done something!" Eijirou started blaming himself.

  "I'm the one who told him about the villains taking Kirishima and Bakugou. It's my fault!" Ashido said.

  "No! It's mine for dragging you guys in! If I just listened to Tomura, he'd be alive. If I never brought my phone, he'd be here. If I didn't bring Ashido into this, he'd be smiling with you!" I clenched my fists. I noticed that my voice was breaking.

  "It's nobody's fault." The doors opened and Recovery Girl walked in. "Only Tomura's. He's the one who actually killed him."

  "We all contributed. We all pitched in to kill him..." I looked down.

  "Now now, you know better than to talk down about you and your friends Bakugou. Calm down. It was an accident." Recovery Girl made her way to Deku's bed and started to heal him. "And it's nice to see you too."

  "What are you even doing here?!" I lashed out.

  "Healing students. This was meant to be a training exercise but it has gone horribly wrong." He responded.

  "Yeah, no shit." I rolled my eyes.

  "Language Bakugou." I heard Iida talking. I groaned and flopped down again.

  "How long have you been up Class President?" Eijirou asked Iida. He was probably trying to change the subject.

  "I just woke up because of your squabbling. Some of us are trying to heal here, and this is a hospital after all." Iida told him. I rolled my eyes.

  They started chatting with the other awake patients. I stayed silent. I noted that Sero was also silent.

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  A few days later, some of us were released to class. Recovery Girl told me not to scream or yell for a while and try not to talk as much as I could.

  I rolled my eyes at her.

  Sero stayed silent for a little bit, only nodding and shaking his head or giving out short answers. I didn't blame him. I would be the same way if something happened to.

  "-So we need another sleepover! We need some cheerfulness in our lives after that incident!" Ashido asked me, even though it's been months since the incident. "Just you, me, Sero, and Kirishima!"

  I grumbled. "Fine, I'll go. Only because Eijirou is going though."

  She chuckled. "Okay. You two are a beautiful couple."

  "Yeah, yeah. I'll meet you in your dorm later." I rolled my eyes

  "Alright! See ya later!" She started to walk away, but my mouth was moving quicker than her feet.

  "Are you planning this Sleepover to cheer up Sero?" She stopped dead in her tracks when the words left my mouth. She let out a sigh and looked back at me.

  "Yeah."

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  A little while later, Sero was the last one at the sleepover. He looked awful. He had dark circles around his eyes and his hair was all over the place. He wore the same expression he's had since he found out about Pikachu.

  "Sero..." Ashido sounded sad and a little disappointed.

  "I'm fine. Now, get on with this." He sat down on a pillow and looked at the floor.

  "Okay. First thing first- Makeovers!" Ashido squealed as she held a crate full of make-up and hair things.

  "Hell. No." I glared at her.

  "Fine. You'll be last. Let's work on Sero first!" Ashido pitched in.

  Sero looked at Ashido. "Hm?"

  She tackled him amd started applying something underneath his eyes to make his bags disappear. It was magical. He didn't struggle much, he just let her do it.

  After a few minutes, Sero was looking normal. The only thing he needed was a smile and he would've looked like how he used to. We all knew that his smile wouldn't be coming back for a while though.

  "Okay! Kirishima, you're next!" Ashido smiled.

  "Okay. Can I use your bathroom sink to wash the gel out of my hair?" Eijirou was smiling like he was looking forward to getting a make-over. Ashido nodded and they both got up to go to use the sink.

  I looked at Sero. He was in his own little world. It was normal to see him without a smile now but it still felt off. "Hey Sero,"

  He looked up, like he just noticed that I was there. "Hm?"

  "Look, I get that you're upset about Pikachu, but you're worrying everyone here by doing this." I waved an arm around Sero to make my point. Then I sighed. "Ashido planned this sleepover for you. At least act like you're having fun instead of moping around."

  I must've triggered something. I wish I kept silent. Sero's chin trembled and he looked down. He looked worse. Make-up started to stream down his face from tears. At first, he was silent, but as the tears kept coming, he grew louder and soon he was yelling. "I could've saved him! He told me that he'd be right back! He told me not to wait for him! I wish I didn't listen! He'd be here! He'd be here if I didn't listen to him!"

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