"Hey."

"Is she dead?"

"wAkE uP!!"

"Shut up Bakugo! You're being too loud."

"You shut up shitty hair! Clearly she's sleeping right? Just needs a wake up call."

"No, she needs an infirmary."

"Fine fine, let's go."

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The twists and turns of the human mind exist for one reason. Mystery. Maybe that's not true, but for Y/N, that was everything that was true in the world. Your own mind scared you. You can see things others seemingly can't. And you are claimed to be a crazy psychotic teenager. Truth is, it was your quirk.

"Visionary. We can call it that for now," a doctors voice echoed in your mind when your quirk was being discovered. "You see things others can't and summon them. It's like schizophrenia, but a bit more dangerous. Especially since you can summon these visions you see, but at a price."

"This isn't fair," a woman spoke next. "Doesn't that mean she's crazy? She can't live a normal life seeing things like this."

"I agree," a deeper, more stern voice spoke. "We need to get her help. Somehow make her quirk disappear. This was not a blessing at all."

These words echoed all around Y/N's head. Was she dreaming? Is this a true statement? Was she truly a freak of nature? There must've been a reason—

"You are mine."

This raspy voice filled your mind, and a familiar face appeared within.

"Shigaraki."

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Your eyes snapped open suddenly. Her pale grey eyes filling with tears as she slowly sat up in the white covered bed. "Ah.." You panted heavily as you leaned forward and held your stomach gently, your other hand reaching for something for your extremely dry throat. You felt as if you were spinning at a rapid rate.

"You're awake," A voice spoke.

You gazed over to the side and spotted a blonde male with choppy bangs, spiky hair and red eyes. He wore jeans and a T-shirt that said "Fuck." She's never seen him before..

Then someone else burst into the scene suddenly. A red haired individual with spiky hair as well. "Hey!! Don't move around too much!!" The loud male with spiked teeth shouted, making her flinch back immediately.

"Jesus CHRIST shitty hair, can't you give her some space or something," The blonde scoffed as he looked at you. "How you feeling? You just appeared in our courtyard randomly for no reason at all," The blonde explained as you started to recall some events within your mind. But the thoughts were interrupted by the blonde again. "Doesn't matter. What's your name?"

Your dry throat managed to squeak out a name.

"Y/N."

"Well!!" The red haired boy spoke loudly once more. "The names Kirishima. And the angry looking guy is Bakugo. Nice to meet ya, Y/N."

You frown a bit to yourself and your head hung low for a moment before you spoke. "Thank you," you croaked out. "I really..don't know why I'm here.. I was running from something. From.." You took a deep breath and exhaled. "A man called Shigaraki.." You muttered. But the entire room went quiet as soon as you said that name. When you look to your side, both Bakugo and Kirishima were staring at you as if something was wrong.

"You're telling me he's alive?" Bakugo shuttered, his eye twitching as anger built within him.

"He was eliminated years ago! At least we thought he was.. Our late classmate Deku killed him," Kirishima mumbled and cringed visibly.

You frown immediately and gazed at Bakugo who seems to be visibly struggling for a moment. "We have to contact the Pros. Never thought I'd be saying that again," Bakugo stammered as he stood from the chair.

"Hey.." Kirishima breathed softly, noticing how visibly hurt Bakugo looked. "We gotta at least let her stay somewhere. I don't want the Pros to take her away for questioning and lock her up somewhere," He mentioned, which caused your throat to close up.

"She can just stay with us. It's fine," Bakugo quickly replied as he grabbed his jacket that was on the chair beside the bed. Was he here for awhile..?

"I..I'm sorry," You immediately say, realizing you said something sensitive even though it wasn't your fault.

"Y/N," Bakugo muttered. "It's fine. I'll be back later. Shitty hair, take her back to our apartment," he said as he left the room.

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After a short car ride, you and Kirishima arrive at a small apartment down the road from the infirmary you were at. He leads you inside, and you clutched the blanket that was wrapped around you tightly. You were only wearing a very large T-shirt that had a couple holes in them. So..you appreciated the extra coverage.

"Well, here we are. Bakugo and I are roomies. Have been since college. We just graduated a couple months ago. We uh, don't have jobs just yet though. The Pro heroes have been giving some help with our mental health since our friend died. Though I think I'm ready finally to move on. Bakugo though.." He trailed off and shook his head. "Anyway, let's go!" He hummed softly as he guided you farther into the apartment.

You didn't know how to describe the apartment style. It was..minimalistic? Nothing too poppy, just simple colors and designs. Everything looked super clean as well. You wondered in the back of your head which one of the two boys kept the place clean.

Kirishima lead you to a bedroom, seeing the drastic change in theme based off of the rest of the apartment. There was a guitar hanging up on the wall, wall was painted red, and there was a grey carpet bellow. A tv stand held some manga in its shelves, and a tv hung above the stand. There was a coffee table in front of the tv with a empty cup of ramen. Then in the corner stood the queen sized bed.

"This is Bakugo's room. He just text me saying you can stay in here for the meantime. I'm shocked since he doesn't like anyone touching his stuff. But, it's what he said so, make yourself at home until he gets back with whatever information he has," he explained to you as you nodded. "I can't promise they won't ask questions, but just say you're with us and they won't bring you in. You aren't dangerous. And it seems you escaped capture so," Kirishima sighed softly as he scratched the back of his head. "Nice to meet ya, Y/N. You rest and I'll make some dinner," The boy said as he waved and closed the door.

You sigh quietly to yourself as you awkwardly made yourself comfortable on the bed. You laid back, taking all of this in at once.. Your body relaxed a bit, the faint smell of cologne was wafting around the room. Was this what Bakugo smelled like..? You glanced over to the side and on the nightstand beside the bed, you see a group photo. Bakugo and a boy with fluffy dark green hair and green eyes stood beside each other with a bunch of other people. Was this the Deku that they mourned..? Bakugo looked so happy in the picture despite his angry stare. Now, he looks lost and defeated, though this supposedly happened years ago.

What was their relationship.. You wondered and pondered on the thought as you slowly fell asleep. Out of the corner of your eye before you closed them, you could've sworn you saw something.. A figure in the shadows.