|BNHA| Hiraeth

Rough around the edges[45]

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Drip

Instead of appearing in my usual spot I stood in front of a tube with glowing cyan colored liquid. My eyes were frozen still as in that tube was a young human girl, her skin a deathly pale. Me...The same girl from the picture Aizawa has shone me. The girl had multiple smaller tubes plunged into body with crimson blood flowing through it and into her.

Drip

I couldn't help but let my eyes tensely follow the lines of crimson which led into the darkness. With a deep breath, I stepped forward back into the void, my hands reaching out trailing the crimson lines to the source of the blood. After a few seconds, a hospital curtain with two figures behind it came into view. My feet were rooted to the ground as I listened. "You and I both know, I'm not gonna make it ...after the attack, you heard what the doctor said...I practically got one foot in the grave...I'm living on borrowed time." A gentle sorrow filled voiced said. The voice belonged to none other than my deceased mother.

"D-dont say that! You're gonna make it through this...I...I can't lose you too..."

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My heart pulsed as a feeling of despair and heartache racked through my chest. "There may not be hope for me but there's still hope for her...my father...h..he can do it."

"No. Out of the question. You know what happens if he uses his quirk...you'd..."

"I know..."

"Asuna...do you realize what you're asking..."

"Y-you don't understand. Our baby...my little f-flower..." A heart wrenching sob sounded from behind the curtain making my lips quiver. "I carried her for 9 months not you! she was apart of me...we shared Everything. And now, now the thought of knowing she's gone...Its like there's this big empty void in my chest, a dead feeling. H-hana...she was mine and she was taken from me...she deserves to be here not me...and I'd trade my life for hers if I had the chance and this is it...Please you have to let me go and grant me this last wish..."

A low deep struggled sound as if someone were trying to hold in tears echoed throughout the silent room. Father...I was unaware of the small drop of wetness uncontrollably sliding down my cheeks.

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"Bring her home..."

My eyes snapped wide open, staring at the White hospital ceiling above. Home... Unconsciously, I slowly rise up, my feet resting on the ground.

Kirishima jolts awake as the sound of the door opening causes the drool dangling from his mouth to bounce back up. "Fumetsu?" He whispered raising a brow as he gently grabbed her wrist stopping her actions. The contact seemed to make her still for a few moments, her dazed eyes blinking a couple of times before they settled on him.

"B-Bakugou how come you didn't say she was awake?" Kirishima chastised making me tense slightly as I looked over my shoulder for my eyes to connect with Stoney red. "She just woke up." He stared calculatingly. He had seen everything.

Bakugou sat adjacent to Kirishima, his crimson orbs staring intensely into the pinkette. Ever since he was told by that damn deku that Fumetsu had surprisingly stayed back and managed to actually hold off All Might, his skepticism for the girl was sky high now. There was no way, All Might would've let her get within a cubic centimeter of him; and she somehow managed to hold the number one hero off long enough for Izuku to carry and hightail both of their asses to the gate. Of course she was defeated but it still antagonized him to no ends that she took the fall and got Texas smashed for them. Even if she likes pain, a molecular part of him couldn't help but be slightly bothered by her selflessness. In fact, a part of him wondered if her selfless actions were actually selfish and she had taken the smash due to her masochistic tendencies. However, that thought went out the window as when Kirishima has asked Izuku if he wanted to come with them to check up on Fumetsu, Kirishima may have missed it; but Bakugou didn't miss the brief tension and slight nervousness in Izuku's posture at the mention of the girl. It made Bakugou even more frustratingly curious as to what he missed in the short time he had blacked in and out of consciousness.