A New Chapter (BNHAxReader)

Chapter 41: Pictures on a wall

(Author update: I have had three songs stuck in my head. The first is Puttin' on the Ritz, then "Last Christmas I gave you my van, but the very next day, you kidnapped a man", and now it's Psychosalad. I can't concentrate worth a wet napkin right now. *Slips reader a potato under the table for their troubles*)

I woke up to someone gently shaking my shoulder. I squinted an eye open to see that it was Yamada. Once he noticed that I was awake, he said quietly, "Suppers ready."

I closed my eyes and stretched before saying with a yawn, "I'll be down in a bit."

"Alright." he said before turning to leave my room.

I sat up on the sofa, still wrapped up in the blanket and sat there for a minute or two as I tried to gather motivation to go downstairs. Eventually I gathered up enough and made it down to the dining table as I ran my fingers through my long hair. When I made it to the table, Aizawa was sitting in the spot that I usually sat at, so I had to sit elsewhere.

While we were eating, Aizawa asked Yamada, "Since we're both teachers, did Oboro become one too?"

Yamada paused momentarily before continuing to say, "No, he didn't. He's just a hero."

"Is he around here?"

He shook his head, "Nope, he's out on a hero mission in Kyoto. He should be back in a few weeks." I could tell that he seemed like he was lying, while Aizawa just nodded his head and we didn't really talk for the rest of the time while we ate. When we finished, I then cleaned up the dishes and brought them to the sink so I could clean them. Yamada came over and tried to take over, but I wouldn't let him. I rolled up my sleeves and stuck my hands in the hot dishwater as he grabbed a drying towel. As I began to wash the first plate, he said, "I thought you said that you remember living here for a few months."

I nodded my head as I kept on washing the plate, "Yeah, probably three months, give or take a couple weeks." I paused, "Why?"

"It's just that when you were younger, it wasn't until about seven to eight months later that you got comfortable enough to show your arms." he explained.

I rinsed off the plate as I said, "Really? I figured that since I've gone back to my former self, that you wouldn't be surprised by seeing the scars and such." I then started to panic a little as I dropped the plate into the drying basket, "I-I can cover them back up though. Th-they are p-pretty disgusting."

He put a hand on my shoulder to calm me, "It's alright, Y/N. You don't have to worry about covering them. Honestly, as you've gotten older, they've gotten worse." I looked down to my scar covered arms as he went on, "These are pretty minor compared to what you have during this day and age."

I glanced to him sheepishly and asked in a matching tone, "Are you sure?" He nodded his head. I pushed my hands back into the dishwater slowly before asking in the same tone as before, "I take it that I didn't get better?"

He thought about how to answer the question before replying, "Things happened and you didn't quite know how to handle it. On the bright side, you did stop hurting yourself once."

"What happened that made me start again?"

He sighed before he reluctantly said slowly, "You got kidnapped."

I stopped washing another plate and looked to him with fear. "A-again? Wh-when? Is it s-soon? I-I c-can't handle getting k-kidnapped again." I said in a panicked tone as I shot my hands out of the water again and held them at chest level as if I was going to fight at any moment. My heart was racing and honestly hurt a little.

He wore a sorry expression as he said in a comforting tone, "It won't happen again. I bet my life on it. You're a thousand percent safe. There's nothing to worry about, okay?"