Your eyes began to flutter open, bright lights above you and hushed whispers from somewhere in your room. Part of you remember that you'd had another seizure, face blurring in your memory but still out of reach. Memories that couldn't be yours, but your brain was telling you that they were.

A memory of a blond-haired man with a black lightning bolt? Popped into your head. Whilst the location was blurry you could remember him clearly.

'Pikachu faster.... fuck me already" you called out snapping him back.

"Whatever my angel wants," he grinned speeding right up feeling you were close as he found your perfect spot unable to comprehend words, just loud moans, and squeals of pleasure along with the sound of his heavy breathing and grunts.

As quick as the memory came it was gone again, making your head ring a little as you tried to prop yourself up. Instantly the hushed voices halted in their discussion, footsteps drawing closer before two strong arms helped your movement. Aftershave that was so familiar, vanilla with almost berries and leather hit your nostrils. The scent puts you at ease before opening your eyes to see a very concerned-looking Shoto, Izuku was right next to him as well. An equally concerned look on his face as his boyfriends, yet they both forced a smile, which you knew was for your benefit.

"Don't force a smile on my behalf. I know I looks like I got hit by a car...wait I did." forcing your smile, your voice still a little croaky from your incident in the classroom.

"It's not that shortcake," Shoto began, but stopped when you held a hand up to silence him. The two men looked at each other, the concern on their faces deepening. They glanced behind them to your dad who stood, a grim look on his face from the words you'd screamed at him and whilst you didn't hate him. Right now, you need to know as much as possible. You didn't care if it meant you had another seizure, you didn't care. You wanted the proverbial bandaging ripping off.

"Someone will tell me what happened. I don't care about being treated like a broken doll. It is my memories. No one...no one gets to decide what I get to remember. I will not be controlled like this." the words didn't mean to sound like venom spewing from your mouth, but something about how people were trying to keep you in the dark and keep secrets. It felt controlling and your mind remembered feeling that way before. It wasn't wanting ever to feel it again.

All the men in the room looked at each other as if a silent conversation passed between them. The look in your father's eyes was the most haunted, still, you didn't understand why he looked so frail. The memory you had of him was strong and invincible.

"Recover today," Aizawa's voice startled you from the doorway. "Then I think this should be done in the comfort of your own home. Not a university." Whilst he sounded bored by the situation, like he was looking at paint drying, his shoulders were tense ready for an argument.

A long sigh left your dad's lips, "You're right Aizawa. (FN) can't live like this. I'll explain everything I know. Boys, could you join us on Saturday for breakfast? You can fill in any gaps that I'm unaware of." His blue eyes glanced at Shoto and Izuku.

Both nodded without another word before excusing themselves back to class. Walking they looked back, smiling softly at you as you returned the gesture. It was clear you would be leaving shortly and neither wanted to keep you here longer than needed.

As they made it back to class, they saw Hitoshi walking down the stairs, his eyes rimmed red.

"Hitoshi, you, ok?" Izuku called out, but instead of an answer, he nodded before continuing back into class. "He isn't ok." the green-haired man stated, to his lover.

"I don't think he is the only one," the red and white-haired man returned. Nodding at Bakugo making his way over to the room alone, his red eyes also rimmed red. A tight expression on his face of a mixture of anger and sorrow. There was nothing they could do today, what they could do was see you at the weekend and hope that all the information they filled you in on didn't break your heart, or theirs all over again.

So, everyone waited for Saturday to arrive to see what the truth would bring.

***Thank you for reading!***