memories || bakudeku || fluff

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Tell me why I'm waiting for someone
That couldn't give a fuck about me
No, no, you wouldn't
Tell me why I'm waiting for someone
That couldn't give a fuck about me
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I had a slight beep in my ear. My joints ached and I became dizzy. I clawed myself in the bedspread so as not to pass out. I just didn't understand it. This woman in front of me is my mother? Why couldn't I remember her? I felt tears collect in my eyes, but I blinked them away immediately.

The strange woman in front of me smiled weakly. I knew it in a strange way. But I couldn't remember anything. It made my headache worse and I felt that I couldn't stand this infinitely long silence any longer.

Fortunately, the black-haired woman in front of me started to speak. >>Izuku.<<

Was that my name? Izuku?

>>I don't know how all that happened. I should have looked after you better, much better. It's all my fault here, and I'm sorry, Izuku. Can you ever forgive me for that?<<

What?

I made an incomprehensible face. What was this woman who is supposed to be my mother talking about?

A man opened the door with a swing and I was startled. He was wearing a white coat, just like the man from earlier, but he was blond with greased hair. >>Excuse me, I'm telling you for the very last time. You are not allowed to enter here unaccompanied.<<

When he noticed my startled expression, the man grew quieter.

>>Izuku is currently in a very bad condition. We have to monitor him almost around the clock. His condition could worsen with great excitement or confusion. Take a look at the boy!<<

The woman bowed her head. >>Okay.<<, She whispered dejectedly.

>>Izuku.<<, she whispered over to me. >>I will come back later, I promise.<<

Then the man and the woman left the room. Finally rest. Maybe I could try to go back to sleep now. I rolled left and glanced out the window. It was all foggy and gray. Some people would say it was ugly and scary. I found it very comforting. It made me feel like I was trapped in a big cotton ball. Nothing and nobody could get in there.

I was safe here. What happened in the outside world would not come close to me. Maybe it was just an imagination. My eyelids grew heavier, my heart pumped slower, my thoughts blurred in my head and the beautiful melody returned.

I enjoyed this silence, only the melody in my head, let myself fall into the dark emptiness.

Voices.

I heard voices.

Blurry, but I could hear the fear of these voices.

I opened my eyes. At first I could hardly see anything, but little by little the picture became clearer before my eyes. I was on a narrow street. People were lying on the floor next to me. I couldn't see them exactly, but there were people.

One of the people was right next to me. I was startled. I knew the person. I knew exactly who it was. I quickly turned the person so that I could see the face. The eyes were closed. He wasn't dead.

He wasn't dead.

He wasn't dead.

I didn't know if I knew that or if I was talking myself into it, and that scared me. I put my ear to his chest. At first I didn't hear anything. But then I could hear something. These voices again. They were getting louder and clearer. They said something that I didn’t quite understand at the beginning, but then I could hear very clearly. Yeah..