Now or Never

Who I Am To You

"Who are you?"

Katsuki stays silent for a moment, standing up and brushing the dirt from his clothes. Then, with a sad look in his eyes and a grin on his face, he lets out a heartbroken chuckle.

"I honestly don't fuckin' know what I was hoping for."

Nazumi narrows her eyes skeptically, "Your name, what is it?"

"Katsuki Bakugo," He loses his smile and just sits there sadly staring at her, "The boyfriend that wasn't able to protect you."

She reads the guilt in his expression and lets her guard down, a small frown on her face. His ash blond hair was familiar in a way she was sure she knew the name it was stuck to. But any trace of recognition was wiped completely gone.

"I'm sorry... But I don't think I've ever met you before, Bakugo."

His heart squeezes a bit more as he takes a step forward, "You think that because your memories are gone, shitty Nazumi."

"Are you supposed to be a predator?" She asks, crossing her arms over her chest nervously. He clicks his tongue and glares at her.

"Is that supposed to be some sort of shitty joke?"

"Oh boi, you got me."

"I'm serious, Nazumi," He whispers so quietly, she thought he was simply talking to himself, "I've got proof. A fucking lot of it, too. Everyone in that dorm behind me," He points his thumb to it, "Your fucking annoying friends were waiting for you for weeks, our shitty classmates, our dumb teachers. Even All Might..." He lets out a shaken breath, "We've all been waiting for you to come home."

She stands there, looking at him with those beautiful blue eyes, her expression clearly giving him the idea that she didn't trust what he was saying. He open his mouth explain himself more but she beats him to it.

"Show me the proof." She says. "I want to see all the proof you have that apparently ties you and I together."

Fucking bet.

His hands instantly dive into his pockets in search of his phone. She stands there with her arms crossed over her chest and watches him carefully.

His fingers lace around his phone and he pulls it out into the open. He was prepared to show her all of the pictures they're taken together and the plain pictures of just her when she was clearly distracted. He was prepared to show her bits and pieces of her past.

"Here," He turns on his phone and the first picture that shows up is a picture of her smiling into the camera at him. Her eyes narrow suspiciously before eyeing the picture closely.

He watched as she struggled to remember the distant memory, hey eyebrows stubbornly pushed together while she started at the picture.

Having enough, he picks another photo of them together, swiping through his gallery of pictures with ease. Each one showing one of their precious memories together one after another. But, by the distant look in her eyes, she didn't recognize any of them.

"This is your proof?" She questions unsurely, still eyeing one of the pictures on his phone. He nods, adding on to his statement from earlier.

"I have more, we all fuckin' do. We even got a shitty class picture together, you can even see the hickey I gave you from the night before in it. Look," It takes him a minute to pull it up, and once he does, she surprised to see that he was right.

She stood with the rest of her class nervously, Katsuki's arm lazily wrapped around her shoulders with Izuku, Ochaco, Iida, Eijiro, Denki, and Sero standing beside them with smiling or goofy faces. Everyone but Katsuki and Shoto looked like they were having lots of fun.

She feels a pinch in her chest and pulls her eyes away from his glowing screen go look into Katsuki's eyes. He looks back curiously, wondering if he'd struck something deep inside her.

She smiles softly, the kind of look he's been missing so damn much, and she looks at her feet sadly. "I'm sorry... Bakugo... But I don't remember any of this. I'm sorry."

His lips tighten into a straight, tight line, and he nods his head knowingly.

"Alright. Fuckin' alright." He shrugs his shoulders and turns around, refusing to allow his composure to slip in front of the girl he once knew so well.

I can't force her to remember.

She watches him, a heavy feeling entering her chest as she watched him retreat to the dorms.

"It's gonna get colder tonight. You should come in and ask someone where your room is." He doesn't look behind him, afraid that he'd completely break down if he looked at her one more time.

He knew it wasn't her fault. But hot damn, it hurt his feelings to know that the girl he loved with all his heart didn't even know who the hell he was anymore.

What did she remember, then? Were there any good, genuine memories she held dearly before, or were those all gone too?

"Show me..." She calls out to get his attention, waiting for him to turn around hesitantly before smiling nervously, "Show me what we did together, then. Perhaps that'll help me remember something."

He watched her carefully for a moment, shocked at what she said so fluently. It was something she'd do, though. Good how he missed her stupid conversations and faces she'd make at him.

But, he smiles, regardless of the pain in his chest, "Alright. When do you wanna go see shit then?"

She hums playfully before looking up at the starlit sky, a smile turning her lips upwards.

"How about now?"

He looks back at her with a challenging look in his eyes, "You sure about that, hot stuff?"

She blushed at the nickname but nods her head. How could he call her something like that so... openly?

He holds out his hand and waits for her to take it with a large smirk on his face.

"Let's fuckin get goin' then." She accepts his hand and nods in agreement, the warmth of his hand sending chills down her spine.

Was this another thing she missed so much, or was it simply her mind playing tricks on her again?

The warmth that he held so dearly towards her filled her with happiness, something she thought she hadn't felt much before, but the happy feeling she experiencing now felt familiar. Too familiar to be foreign.

Who was this boy that claimed to have her hand before? And why... Why did he make her feel this way?

She smiles at him, "So, where are you taking me first?"

He glanced over at her with a proud grin of his own. A warm feeling enters his chest as he recalls all the memories he had with her and cherished with all his heart.

"To the damned place we first met."