A Dragon's Heart // Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Chapter 24: Home

Amara's POV:

The first thing I woke up to was pain. My chest ached with every shaky breath, and the excruciating seed of a migraine had planted itself into my brain, specifically on the left side. New, horrific memories flooded my consciousness, and the sound of my own screams brought me back to reality.

I awoke in the same room All For One had left me in. My abdominals ached as I inched myself forward, my eyes finding my phone and a piece of paper. My vision was corrupted by the blackness of my migraine, but I managed to inch towards the page. The thin sheet of pale paper felt weightless in my hands, almost as if it didn't exist. I didn't exist.

My pained eyes could barely make out the words. I scrunched my eyes together and covered my left eye with a hand, making reading somewhat easier. I slinked back to the wall, its sturdy structure providing comfort.

"My dear Amara Aizawa,

When you wake up, I will be long gone. Perhaps in jail, but who knows how things will play out. Feel free to visit me; we are practically family, after all. Anyway, the needle injection should have worn off by now, and you are free to go back home. I saved Shigaraki's number into your phone. Remember, you have a home with us—within the League of Villains. Call him when you're ready to face the truth behind your reality. I know the real you, Amara. You are not like your school friends. You're already a killer; I know that as a fact. You've killed before, just like me. We have more in common than you know.

You were never a prisoner. I'm sorry you had to endure such anxiety, but it was the only way I could think of to catch up with you.

Kindest regards, All For One."

My numbed hand slid away from my face. That crazy bastard. I called upon my fire and burnt the gaunt paper within my fingers. Small embers devoured the page, but the light provided from the fire only added to the painful migraine. Pain shattered me.

This might be the only time I wanted Yaoyorozu here—she could create sunglasses for me to make this migraine less painful. A sigh escaped my lips as I prepared myself to go home. But I felt blocked. I suddenly had these new old memories, and my past wasn't vague to me anymore.

But honestly, I wish I could forget. Forget the pain and the torture I endured. I'm glad I killed them; it's what they deserved. I don't care if that makes me crazy.

My dark eyes painfully moved to view the white door that was now open. I crawled towards my phone before sliding it into my pocket. My numbed limbs made walking difficult; I felt like I was floating like clouds in the sky. I made it to the door and realized the shackles were gone. I turned around slowly to painfully look back at my almost prison cell. What did All For One say? I had two personalities? Who cares? Not I.

I discarded these thoughts and focused on getting home. I ambled through the open door, light feeling like knives shoved into my eyes. My vision worsened, and I could barely see. I heard casual street conversations and followed them. They grew louder until I felt myself walk into something. A door?

My numbed hands found what I hoped was a door handle and pushed it open.

Shoto's POV:

My eyes skimmed over her perfect ruby lips. Her smile seemed to teeter on the edge of her sardonic nature or begrudging amusement. Her charcoal black eyes glimmered, radiating sunshine, her perfect skin as white as fallen snow sparkling. Her beauty reigned, even in a picture—Amara was beautiful. My phone grew warm in my hands. It had been days since we got Bakugo back, and there was no sign of Amara's return. My heart sunk. I couldn't sleep, and hunger evaded me. The police had no leads on her whereabouts, and school was almost ready to start back up. I lay on my back in bed, staring at this perfect photo of my girlfriend—who was still missing.