Love and Hate ‒ ʰᶦᵗᵒˢʰᶦ ˢ.

nineteen

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IT HAD BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE (YOUR NAME)'S DISAPPEARANCE.

The Aizawa household haven't been the same since.

Truth be told, a part of them doesn't want to think their daughter might be dead. A part of them is saying that there must be some sort of place you were hiding or you were off to go to some place to find yourself. Everything in their house, the school, and even their neighbourhood started to hold chaos. There were pictures of you everywhere and the students and even the school board didn't know how to address the issue of your disappearance. Naomi and Eri, under Yshi's request, had stayed with her and Keigo for the past two weeks. Shota had stayed at his own home; taking days off from work and going as low as to drink his problems away with cheap bottles of alcohol from the local store.

The student council was far worse, they started speculating what truly happened to you and even if you did commit suicide, you would have done it far away from the city so they won't be able to find you. That thought alone made Hitoshi's stomach twist into knots.

He actually didn't want you dead. Let alone after what he had read a few days ago.

When Mirio, Tamaki, and their new found college friend, Nejire heard the news, they were also devastated and heartbroken. The duo had hoped they kept checking in on you while they were away and Nejire, who had wanted to see you personally, felt terrible not being able to meet them sooner. Momo had also been quiet about the whole ordeal. She still kept texting and calling your number in hopes you would pick up and you would tell her you're alright. But that never happened and she felt herself feel a bit more reserved as the rest of the class.

Katsuki, who had approached Hitoshi first, found himself being a little less explosive. He had even lashed out less on Izuku who was also bummed about what's happening. As far as they were concerned, Hitoshi even cried out to Katsuki when he asked about you-Hitoshi having blamed himself for most of the things happening. Maybe if he hadn't been too persistent with his own feelings, he would have saved everyone all the trouble.

Kirishima's positivity drained out of him as soon as he knew about you. The redhead's smile became less genuine as he thought of the person sitting beside him probably dead, probably alive, probably kidnapped, and probably survived.

The tension those past 2 weeks hadn't been something everyone enjoyed-and you didn't enjoy it either. No matter how hard you tried to go back to that same bridge every single day, the thought of having to leave the people that cared for you stopped your thoughts every time. You always said that it would all disappear in time and you needed a bit more than this to forget about them. But your heart screamed that you should go back, that there was still something you could do to fix what you broke. But the guilt that consumed you for worrying everyone was enough to keep you from knocking on the door in front of you. You took a deep breath and sighed, staring at the wood that was firmly locked, your legs shaking as your other hand held on to the bag that you've carried for weeks.