See You Again

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"Airi." I moan a little as I hear someone call my name. "Airi! You need to wake up." I open my eyes a little and when I do bright red hair is all I can focus on.

"Ejirou?" I ask looking forward opening my eyes more. When my eyes start to focus I see that he is there sitting on the edge of my bed. "Oh my God! Ejirou!" I jump forward and engulf him in a hug. The smile on my face won't leave as I hug him tighter. His arms wrap around me. "I missed you so much." A few tears fall from my face as I bury it into his chest.

His hand slowly pets down my head. "Shhhh. It's alright. I'm here. It would be unmanly not to be here for you." I laugh a little bit and he starts to chuckle with me. We stay there for several minutes. "It was just a dream don't worry." His voice was calming.

"Oh it was horrible Ejirou. The league took over and we were separated for five years. So was everyone else. The world was so dark." I start to explain all the things that happened. As I talk he moved his hand. I thought he was going to grab a tissue or something. "And we were about ready to go AHHHH." I scream as something sharp is struck into my back. I could already feel liquid dripping down my back.

"Oh Airi." His voice gets more menacing. "You shouldn't trust me that easily. After all you haven't seen me in five years." My eyes widen as he slowly pulls away from the hug. The object that was stabbed into my back is in his hand. It is a dagger.

I cough up blood and looked at Kirishima horrified. A knowing smirk rest on his face as he sees me fall back gasping for air. "Just give up. There's no way you're going to beat me. I am one step ahead of you." Suddenly all of the people I once called friends appeared in the room. "We are all one step ahead of you. No need to wake up now."

The last words he said repeated over and over. "Wake up now. Wake up. Wake up!" I gasp and shoot straight up. I was drenched in sweat as I look around. A spiky, blonde hair man is standing next to my bed shaking my shoulders. "Damn it Azami! What the hell?! Why did you scream so damn loud?" He is glaring at me. Tears stained my cheeks.

"I I I I saw h h him." My eyes were trained on the door in front of me. "In my dream." I quickly reach my hands to touch my back. Not a scratch. "It was so real." I wrap my arms around myself trying to lower my heart rate. Bakugo stands there with a raised eyebrow. "I thought he was real. How is that possible?" I ask looking up at him. Out of the corner of my eye I notice Mizuko standing behind Bakugo looking worried.

Bakugo lets out a sigh. "See? Now listen just take a deep breath and remember that this dream is a warning. Don't let your guard down. I'll be back with a towel for you." He walked out. My gaze followed him as his figure left my room. I turn to look at the clock. It was almost time to get up anyway. Even if I tried I don't think I would be able to go back to sleep.

I get out of bed and try to cool myself off by fanning my face. Mizuko walked over to rub her hand up and down my back. In a few minutes he comes back into my room with a cold, damp towel. "Thank you." He just nods his head and leaves me by myself again. I sigh and rub the towel across my face and neck. After I feel better I go and get into my outfit. I slide the body suit on first then the special shoes. Mizuko follows suit and gets into her outfit.

My brain starts to slow down as I keep taking deep breaths. Once I am ready I grab the backpack that carried a water bottle, first aid kit, hand gun, and extra ammunition. I head down to the meeting area. Everyone seems to be ready so after we double check that we have everything we leave.

I am the first one out ready to lead us to the designated area. "Ok keep low and quite." I remind them as we make our way to the top of the buildings. Once we are there we go over the plan one more time. "Everybody understand?" I ask looking at each face. After getting a nod from each I turn towards Mizuko and Hideo. "Ok you two go ahead. We will watch from here." They give small responses and start to head down to their spots.

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