DISCONTINUED If Only Memories Could Be Erased(A Shoto Todoroki X Oc Fanfic)

Ch29: A memory that shouldn't exist

A/n: If you guys are interested in a yandere version off Todoroki then I just uploaded a yandere Todoroki book. The same characters as this one but things have been changed about.

Tamaki's pov

"Shota"
"Shota" I groaned slightly, trying to figure out who was calling dad's name.
"Dad?" I mumbled. I opened my eyes, squinting at the light around me. I rubbed my eyes and then looked around. I was in a hospital. I could recognize that. But what was confusing was the two people who stood in this corridor. They were pretty young, definitely two people who were in their late teens or early twenties. The male was pacing back and forth, hand placed against his lips.
"Shota. Please calm down" the woman told him. I looked at her. She had a very warm chestnut colored hair and Turquoise eyes which were shining in the light that reflected off them. I looked back at 'Shota' just as he turned. My breath caught in my throat. It was dad but he was younger. His hair wasn't as long and he didn't have the small beard that he always has. I walked over and reached a hand out but it just went right through him. He walked over to the girl.
"But what if she isn't alright Amano? What if she doesn't make it?" Dad asked, his face filled with fear. Amano stood up and took a tight hold of dad's shirt.
"Shota Aizawa. I know you're worried but she will make it. I believe in our little girl" she scolded him. My eyes widened.
"Mum?" I asked. Dad looked down at his feet, hair framing his face. Mum pulled him into a hug and ran her hands through his hair.
"I don't understand. I thought mum died" I mumbled. I heard a door open and turned to look at who had walked into the corridor. A doctor walked in, a clipboard in hand. Dad turned to him.
"Is she alright?" he asked.
"We managed to get her hooked up. She's fine. She'll have to stay in the hospital until we know she can survive on her own but for now she's fine" the doctor explained.
"Can we see her?" mum asked. The doctor nodded and led the two of them into the room. I followed, easily passing through the closed door. Over in one side of the room, I saw a small baby that was hooked up to machines. I walked closer. Dad sat down and placed one hand on the child's small hand through the gaps that people could put their hands through.
"Hey there little one" he smiled.
"We need to name her" mum pointed out, taking the seat next to him.
"How about you name her Shota" she added.
"What about Tamaki? Tamaki Aizawa?" he asked.
"That's a lovely name" she smiled, placing a kiss on the side of his head. I put a hand up to my mouth. This wasn't right now.
"This was when I was born" I mumbled to myself.
"But I don't understand. I was just a baby. How do I even have this in my head. Is it a dream. No. Its too real to be a dream. So what is it" I asked, looking around. The image in front of me began to waver before turning to blackness. I looked around, trying to navigate myself through the darkness. I spotted a bright light and began walking towards that, unsure of where it led. I entered the white light, closing my eyes against it. A beeping sound rumbled in my ears, getting louder the further I went. Soon the bright light vanished and I opened my eyes slowly. I was in a room which was left in the dark. I was on a bed, arms placed against my sides. I felt something running down the side of my face and down my neck. I looked to the side of my bed and could just make out a man with a burnt chestnut hair and a light blue in his eyes. He was running his hand down from the side of my face all the way down to my hip under the sheets, like one would do when they're trying to turn someone on or something. He looked up at me, making eye contact with me before pulling his hand back.
"Three weeks Tamaki. Three weeks" he whispered, slowly backing up from the side of my bed. Three weeks. What was he talking about. And why did he use my first name.
"Just sleep my dear, I'll be back for you soon enough" he smiled, walking closer again so he could fiddle with a strand of my hair. He played about with it, curling it around his finger several times before slowly pulling something out from his pocket. I looked at him confused, probably still high on medication to be able to react or comprehend what he was doing. He pulled up a pair of scissors, pulling the strand he'd been fiddling with out. He snipped the hair off and took a tight grip of the hair that he now held.
"This will do until next time my dear" he smiled. He placed a kiss on his fingers and tapped the side of my head before turning around and walking over to the window, climbing out of it. I would have thought about what just happened but I was too tired. I felt my eyes fall closed again, plummeting into darkness.