The Death of You [BNHA]

Chapter Four

~Emi's POV~

I woke up in a bed I immediately knew was not my own. It was far too comfortable and luxurious. It was so warm and cozy, I knew it couldn't possibly be the worn-out futon I'd slept on for years. My eyes drifted open and I found myself in a fancy room that looked like it was part of some ritzy hotel. The events of the past day and a half returned to me and I remembered I was currently under court orders to serve out my sentence working for All Might and being under his supervision.

My dreams had been plagued with terrible nightmares. I kept seeing Beni getting beaten up in prison. People were after us both, trying to kill us. It was awful and it felt so realistic I was still feeling shaken. I rolled over and looked to the nightstand where my familiar childish glow in the dark alarm clock sat next to a framed picture of my family. It was the last picture that had been taken of me and Ben with our parents, before they died. I was in my final year of middle school and had just received a letter that I'd be graduating middle school with high honors and had earned an academic scholarship to the high school I'd applied for. It was a happy day. Ben had just heard back from an art college he wanted to attend and was looking forward to, Dad had just gotten a promotion at work and had been talking about maybe finally buying a bigger house.

My parents didn't make much money. We lived in a small two-bedroom house. Ben and I used to take turns sharing the bedroom so we could have some semblance of privacy. More often than not Ben would insist I sleep in the bedroom on the futon and he claimed the horribly uncomfortable couch that I was sure was going to ruin his back one day. Despite not having much, we were all happy because we had each other. Our parents were loving and took interest in our interests. We could talk openly about anything with each other. A year after the photo was taken, our parents died in a car crash. Ben dropped out of art school to support us. He found a decent job doing hard labor it didn't pay the best but it was enough for us to get by. He wouldn't hear of me trying to get a part time job to help out. I suspected our financial struggle was what led him to a life of crime. There was good money in being a mule, so long as you didn't get mugged.

Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at the photo. I covered my face with my hands as I tried to fight back sobs. It was still too early; the sun hadn't even risen. I didn't want to accidentally wake up All Might with my breakdown. After I managed to calm myself down, I propped myself up on my elbows before sitting up. The graze on my arm protested when I tried to bear weight and my entire arm started to shake. The graze was deeper than I'd originally thought. It might have done some nerve damage. As I tried to put weight on it, I felt a warm tingling sensation in my arm before I saw blood begin to soak through the bandage. I'd managed to reopen the wound.

I scrambled out of bed not wanting to get blood on the sheets that looked more expensive than most of my possessions. When we'd gone to the store yesterday, All Might had got some more first aid kits. Shopping had turned into a whole ordeal and made me understand a little better why he chose to order takeout so often. It took us three hours to get through the grocery store, everyone was his biggest fan and we were stopped every three feet for autographs and pictures. He stuck out too much. Once I'd built up a foundation of trust, I'd suggest he let me go grocery shopping alone so it wouldn't take half a day. As I was about go search for the first aid kit in my bathroom, I thought I heard a sound down the hall.

Was All Might already awake? My glow in the dark alarm clock said it was barely 5:00 in the morning. I held my breath trying to hear better and strained to listen for another sound. I heard something, but I wasn't quite sure what it was. Had someone broken in? Who would be stupid enough to break into All Might's home? Continuing to hold my breath, I tip toed toward the door. If it was a burglar, I could just trap them with my quirk and yell for All Might.