𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄. | ❝ 𝘼𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚...𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 ❞
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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, a hero was hit in battle
and loses her memories. Leaving her
to believe everything a famil...
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑
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"Momo...are you sure you can..."
Ochako questioned, her eyes following to the front door of the familiar [h/c] haired girl. Seeing as the brown haired girl had to take over driving because of the black haired girls crying, she didn't know if going in there would be a good idea.
"Yeah, i-it isn't her fault...falling in love isn't a-anyone's fault"
She spoke, wiping the final tears off of her face. After all the poor girl seemed to have no more tears left to cry, right now she just wanted to be with her friend. Making sure that she was alright and ACTUALLY helping her restore her memories.
Seeing as the week Shouto had been there he hadn't been doing anything to help her. Both girls were now determined to help in some way.
"[F/n]? It's Ochako and Momo! We're your friends"
The brown haired girl called out after ringing the doorbell. It had been later at night so she had no clue if the girl would still be awake or not. But her and Momo had faith that she would open the door and answer.
"Momo? Ocho?"
"Ocho? You called me Ocho!"
The gravity girl shouted happily, immediately taking the smaller girl into a hug. Feeling herself feel tears rushing to her eyes but she quickly got them under control. She had seen too much crying today.
"Do you remember?"
"Yeah...I uh, watched some videos of myself"
"That's smart!"
She grinned, still not letting go of [F/n] as they walked in. The [h/c] haired girl awkwardly closed the door behind her friends. She didn't dare look up at Momo's face, she had been so afraid to tell her what had happend.
After all in her mind, the girl would probably scream at her. Tell her that she was a terrible friend and then run out of the house screaming. And that was the last thing that [F/n] wanted.
