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I get to the apartment, and Toshinori is there, waiting for me.
"Hey, Okami." He says, waving at me from the couch. "How was your day?"
"Fine," I say, sitting next to him, putting my bag on my lap. "Since I haven't been to school in over six years, I have a lot of catching up to do." Taking my bag off of my lap, I put it on the ground, making a loud thud sound, to which both Toshinori and I flinch at.
"Okami?" Toshinori says, turning to look at me, "Why haven't you been sleeping?"
"W-What do you mean, not sleeping. I sleep." I say, hoping to conceal my lie.
"Kirishima said to me that you looked really tired. I think that it's my fault for not noticing, as you have been under my care for the past few weeks, and that I need to help you sleep." I feel my ears droop at hearing that Toshi felt guilty.
"I'm sorry, Toshi. It's just I can't really sleep well. I haven't been able to for a long time."
"When was the last time you slept, Okami?" He asks, staring into my soul. I stay quiet, which causes him to speak again, "Okami!" I am startled by the sudden noise,
"I-It depends. If we're talking a whole nights sleep, than it has been at least 5 years. But every 2 weeks or so I manage to get a few hours" Sighing, Toshi leans back and tuts at me. He stands up and walks to the hall stand, where he left his phone.
"Can you come and talk some sense into your student?"
"What's wrong- and aren't you supposed to be out on patrol?" A voice, that I recognize as Aizawa says.
"I don't want to leave her alone, after what she just told me."
"What did she tell you?" Aizawa says, a tinge of curiosity in his voice.
"Do you know the last time she slept? Exactly."
"Alright, alright. I'll come and watch her. You go on patrol." Toshi ends the call then, and comes back into the living room.
"Okay, Okami?" Toshi says, "I have to go on patrol. Try and get some sleep, please. Aizawa, will be here to see that you do sleep and talk some sense into you. I'm not exceptionally good at that sort of stuff.." I nod, and then Toshi leaves, locking the door, leaving the spare key on the hall stand.
I hear a knock at the door around 15 minutes later. I get up from my desk, leaving my homework where it is, on the desk. Hesitating before opening the door, I call out.
"Who is it?" I ask, pressing my eye to the keyhole. Not that this helps.
"Aizawa." I hear my teacher's monotone voice, so I get the key.
After he is inside and taken off his shoes, I close and lock the door once again.
"Are you causing trouble?" He asks, waiting for me to come into the living room.
"No, no," I say, walking to the couch, and sitting down. Aizawa sits opposite me, on a chair. Resting my head on my hands, my eyelids flutter down. "At least, I'm trying not to."
"I thought you weren't sleeping?"
"Oh, I was just resting my eyes."
"Sure, sure," Aizawa says, smiling. "Now, when was the last time you slept?"
"Oh. About... 5 years ago, if you're saying a full night's rest, and not just an hour or two nap."
"Are you serious? Okami do you know how unhealthy that is? do you know the reason why?" He asks,
"Um. This is going to sound really childish." I say, moving my hands to my lap, and looking down.
"Nightmares?" Aizawa asks. I nod my head, and I feel my face flushing and tears welling up in my eyes. "Well, when I was a kid, I always felt that talking about my problems helped me overcome them." For some reason, I feel comfortable telling Aizawa about my problems.
"I can't stop seeing them," I say, shuddering. "My parents, I mean."
"Your parents?" I nod my head.
"I was only seven. I walked into the house after school, and I saw my mom laying face down on the kitchen floor." I gasped for air, and I allowed the tears to flow. "I turned her over, and I discovered a knife in her rib-cage. I heard... I heard my dad yelling out in pain after a loud bang sounded in the apartment, and I ran in there. I saw the villain escaping, and my father laying on the bed, after being shot with a gun in the gut. I could've come home earlier. I could've felt sick that day, and helped prevent the deaths of my parents."
"What happened to them wasn't your fault," Aizawa said.
"If I were there, I could've distracted the villain or something."
"No! You would've been killed."
"There's more," I say, looking up at Aizawa. "The reason you couldn't find me for the first 2 years, even in the woods, is because my grandfather took it upon himself to take me back to his home in England. He's the reason I both have my second quirk and refuse to use it." I stand up to get a tissue box and I sat down once I had got it. "I heard him bragging to his friends that he had caused the... Accident... with my parents." I say my voice weak as sobs wrack my body. I also watch as Aizawa's eyes widen,
"Okami, you don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to."
"No, it's okay," I say, hugging a pillow to my chest. "After he admitted to the crime, I wanted to escape. So I struggled and struggled to get out of the house, which made him lock me in the basement. He would hit me with a whip if I made any noise, saying that if I had never been born, my father would have a career in England with him. I would be fed only once a week at a certain time. I could do nothing but sleep and eat when I was in the basement. That made the brute angry. He wanted me to struggle so that he could see that his son hadn't raised a 'complete failure'. Or so he said."
"I'm so sorry, Okami. We all thought you were in Japan." Aizawa said, "How did you come back to Japan, anyway?"
"I finally escaped from the restraints by turning into a fox for the first time... and then going into a dog carrier, with a large Husky, he was a very kind dog. I hid behind the dog, and I made it back to Japan."
"I'm going to make a call, Okami." Aizawa says, going over to the doorway, where he pulls out his phone. I nod, and then I am overwhelmed by tiredness. Laying my head on the couch, I fall into a light sleep, my face still wet from tears.
Aizawa P.O.V.
I stand up after the girl finishes
"I'm going to make a call, Okami." I say, standing up.
'How did she survive that. Is she suitable for school? Does she need therapy to help her overcome her problems? At least now I know what has caused her memory loss' All of these thoughts are swirling around my head as I walk over to the doorway and as I dial Toshinori's number.
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"Hello, Aizawa." I hear All Might's voice boom through the phone. "Is everything okay?"
"All Might, this child has been through... A lot. There's so much to talk about. Come back, so you don't transform back in public."
"Okay, I'll finish up soon." Toshinori says, hanging up. I walk back to the couch, noticing that Okami has fallen asleep. Taking the tissue box from where it fell on the floor, I put it on the hall stand.
'This girl has high walls built up. I hope that she finds someone who will help her lower them.' I think, placing a blanket from underneath the couch on top of her.
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