The morning to follow, you knew it was going to be eventful. Just last night you lost three members of your squad, fought a pro hero, as well as fought the two strongest students of a class of aspiring heroes, kidnapping one of them in the meantime. That student was Katsuki Bakugou, an explosive blonde with eyes as red as crimson blood flowing freely from an open wound. Those eyes were so beautiful, captivating, you envied him. Too bad you're stuck with eyes of two fading colors, sapphire blue like the symbol of peace and ruby red like your guardian Tomura Shigaraki. Why couldn't you be gifted with eyes of one color? To be between two worlds tore your mind apart... Now you're having dreams about your other half, the good half, the one with the blue eyes whose heart was free of darkness.

Bakugou was clearly familiar with the other half, so transfixed on that half that he would stare at you with ease and comfort despite the fact that (Y/n) is long gone, and replaced with another. Bakugou has been staring at just about everyone since the moment he woke up, a heated glare to just about everyone, and mercy for you alone.

"Crap..." A ghostly gasp passed your lips as your fingers drifted before them. Bakugou's left shoulder was still encased in a cocoon of silver, you neglected to treat his wounds last night. The metal was supposed to act as a makeshift bandage for the time being, it works but the injury is more than likely infected right now. Why did you have to impale him in the shoulder? Now Bakugou's at risk of dying...

"I hurt Bakugou last night," you mentioned to Shigaraki, who now looked beyond annoyed with your actions. You could tell by the way his red eye squinted between the fingers of the hand that hugged his face. "I forgot about it... Can I treat him?" At this point why even ask? You're too afraid to do much if anything at all without permission but healing the captive should be top priority.

"Release him from the chair while you're at it," Shigaraki's voice was scratchy, yet it was still laced with annoyance. "We're trying to make him one of our own, we have to treat him like an equal."

"Understood," you completely forgotten about the master plan. Father and Shigaraki are fixated with the idea that Bakugou holds the potential to become a villain, yet you neglect to understand why. Something deep inside you, maybe it's a hunch or a third person talking, told you that there's no way this vulgar blonde would even think about turning to villainy. That thought led to your brain pulsating against your skull, the pain drawing stars within your line of vision as you swayed side to side with weak legs

No... Another flashback? Why now?

...

Flashbacks are a normal routine, although most of them were useless and gave you no meaning behind them since most lasted no more than a flash of imagery of someone's face or a setting for a split second before fading away. This time, it was a scene, not just a picture. Everything was hazy as you slipped into someone else's shoes yet unable to control anything. Body a bone chilling cold, stripped of muscles unable to move, eyes barely held open as eyelids were made of lead. From what you could manage to see, the setting was outdoors. The sky a murky grey, about to downpour, tombstones littered the scene with dark dying grass making up the carpet of the earth.

And then the real flashback began...

Gyah HA HA HA!

Shrieked a maniacal cackle that boomed within the atmosphere. You recognized that laugh, a dangerous sound that remained etched within your mind. You expected to see a man with raven hair and clad in bandages, Instead, it was Bakugou who clutched onto your cold limp body some more with a look of pure determination staining his features.

It cursed you, to be aware during the flashback. Why is Bakugou of all people protecting you from the man you look up to?

"Gyah HA HA HA! Awe Man! Been dying to see this little cutie again," Bakugou cringed to how similar this man's voice sounded like his own. A shady figure stepped out from behind a broken tombstone. He appeared to wear a hoodie to hide his facial features, slinging a long ranged weapon over to rest upon his shoulder. A scythe. The man continued to walk until he stared at Bakugou head on with similar glowing eyes of crimson. "Say (Y/n)," the man sang. "Look at me when I talk to you!"

You heard the man alright, his name is Zack. For once you could control your movement and just one glimpse at your role-model, your body went rigid stiff, burying your face back into Bakugou's chest.

I look up to Zack... Why Am I so afraid of him? You couldn't help be think in the present time looking back at this flashback with many questions behind them.

"You know this guy?" Bakugou asked of you in disgust.

"Of course she does!" Zack cackled in laughter once again. "I did steal her Mother's breath ten years back! This scythe went right through her heart and never spoke again-"

"Oi Shut the fuck up," Bakugou casually asked of the villain standing before him.

"Nobody tells me when to shut the-"

"Oi shut the fuck up!" Bakugou repeated himself, gritting his teeth. A second had passed, Bakugou mimicked the villain's features, that wicked grimace that stretched ear to ear and eyes leaked fires spawned from hell. "If you think you're gonna kill (Y/n), then you have a whole world of hurt coming your way you Psychotic Bastard."

"Why did Zack want to kill me?" You spoke in such a ghostly whisper you nearly misunderstood yourself just to learn you were back in the present, sat down in a chair within the bar of the Villain Hideout. You stared down at your sloppily bandages hands, you didn't need the bandages, yet something within told you that they were part of your image. The bandages reminded you of the man who ruined your life in your youth, he's tried to kill you again and recently too thanks to that flashback. Why wear these bandages? Why does (Y/n) look exactly like Zack? She lived the memories you experience now. Why honor that psychotic freakshow?

"Just another episode," Dabi told the rest of the League as he's most familiar with your quirks. You go light headed, zone out for a moment if you welcome the flashback, go on a murderous rampage if you decide to fight the pain and memories as you're most known to do. "You better not attempt anything," Dabi hissed, taking a handful of your hair within his fists forcing you to contact with his electric blue orbs.

"Why would I," you growled.

"I'm tired of knocking your ass out every time this happens," Dabi's grasp on your hair tightened even further, the strands of your hair pulled at your scalp leaving it to burn and tingle with bittersweet pain. "It's a pain in the ass knowing I'm the only one who can kick your ass around here. It's another pain being able to kick your ass without killing you and it wouldn't hurt if you'd learn to keep yourself in check for a change..." The scarred male threw you from his hold where you tumbled from your seat to crash upon the floor with a spine shuttering crack to come from the fall.

Why is (Y/n) allowing them to beat her shitless!? Bakugou thought in a near blind rage watching as his former girlfriend was being thrown around like trash and not doing anything about it. You only picked yourself up from the ground, never to make eye contact with your abuser as you blindly fixed your hair all the while walking a fixed route to where Bakugou sat against his own will. He knows you're in there, but this Ark chick is a thorn in his side and a girl to not be trusted. Fear and anger simmered within Bakugou as you wore a gentle smile in his presence, that gentle smile his (Y/n) used to wear all the time. Ark doesn't deserve to wear such an innocent smile...

"I'm sorry," you apologized to Bakugou, confusing the boy as he knew you didn't have a proper reasoning for the apology. "You're probably dying right now and it's all my fault," even more confusion. Bakugou was beginning to wonder just how fucked up in the head you really were. "It's one thing to hurt you, and another to not take responsibility and treat your wounds," your bandaged hand hesitantly reached out for Bakugou's steel encased shoulder. Bakugou didn't want to admit it, but he's lost all feeling in his left arm and you're the cause because you stabbed him last night. What are you trying to do?

The second your hand brushed against the cold steel of his shoulder, Bakugou's entire body stiffened up and he choked on air. "Don't touch me!" Bakugou snapped, using all the strength in his right arm to swing both arms and the big steel blocky handcuffs entrapping his hands up to clash with the side of your head. Much like moments before with Dabi, you flew to the side with a pained whimper, crashing upon the wooden floor. A small device toppled from your inventory just after the collision as well. There was this faint sense of accomplishment that Bakugou felt in executing this attack, but it nowhere near numbered to the guilt that settled in his stomach.

You're gone, mentally... But attacking the girl that looks exactly like the girl Bakugou once loved ate away at him. He can't accept the fact that you're gone...

"Ow..." You moaned out, finding it increasingly impossible to lift your head from the ground. Atop the pain eating away at the side of your skull, it was like all sound had been drained from your right ear spare for a nerve racking high pitched ring. The only time you hear that noise is when you turn off your- "No..." You went stiff to the small pile of metallic rubble sitting just a foot from your reach. A shaky hand reached for it, trembling with the realization as this was one of the last things you need to be broken.

"One of you better deal with him before I do," Shigaraki hissed as he watched the scene play out frame by frame.

"As always I'm doing the dirty work," Dabi groaned with annoyance, stomping over to Bakugou about to lay down hell.

Everything went further and further downhill, like an avalanche on a snowy mountain. Here Tomura Shigaraki thought that bringing in Bakugou would do the League some good. Thanks to the Sports Festival, the disconnected male of many hands is aware that Bakugou is an important male in your life. Almost everyone is having their hand of trouble keeping you behaved and present. Bakugou was meant to shape you up, and join the League of Villains. Instead, all he brought was violence and creating an increasingly larger gap between himself and his old friend.

You fought off the urge to cry, cradling the small device within your hands after being destroyed before your two tone eyes. "D-Damn it... I can't replace this," Hearing aids are like prescriptions glasses and medication, you can't just get them anywhere. Thinking deeper into the subject, you began to wonder how and why you got hearing aids in the first place. You just sort of accepted the fact you needed them, but your memories didn't give an answer. That's when the world before your eyes began to sparkle with white blinding stars for a second time today.

Another flashback? Why now? Why am I having so many flashbacks out of nowhere?

Everything went white before your eyes, just to open up to even more white. White walls of popcorn texture, white tiled floors with no imperfections, and a bed dressed in white sheets. Was this a hospital room? Is this flashback supposed to explain the origin of your hearing aids? It must be...

There was next to no noise at all within the room, except there was a voice, it seemed to echo over and over with no end of stopping the loop. Was the voice male? No, no way to make sure of it. You couldn't make out the word or words being said, but the more closely you listened in it no longer sounded like an echo, instead a repeat. You turned your head involuntarily to the call, finding the caller to be Bakugou with a vein on the verge of popping from his forehead.

Why is Bakugou in all of my flashbacks?

"(Y/n)... List... T... Ey," was all you could hear. Bits and pieces of Bakugou's speech. Your eyes grew the largest in size they ever were, pressing your fingers to your ears. Definitely, this moment is when you learned of your near deaf diagnosis.

"I-I-I can't hear you," you spoke, only to find you could only hear bits and pieces of your own self with a trembling shake to your body. Being this was future you sitting in behind the eyes of past you, these facts weren't new. "I-I can't even hear myself," past you whimpered fighting the urge to cry. Bakugou heard you word for word, jumping at the problem and ran out of the room with urgence. He came back with a doctor who for some odd reason was smiling. The doctor was a male, smiling all proudly while adjusting the glasses on his face, reassuring yet also unsettling, his gloved hands reached out for your wrists and pulled your hands away from your ears. You didn't appreciate the invasion of personal space.

"Hell... No... To Panic (Y/n)," the doctor shouted nearly every word he spoke. You carefully examined the bits and pieces of speech, assuming he said 'no need to panic.' That was the logical assumption anyways. The man told Bakugou a few words before he stepped out again, that's when Bakugou shouted a curse, so loud, you clearly understood and nearly told him to calm down. The blonde took a seat at your bedside, whipping out his overly shattered screen on the cell phone and begun to type something at mad speed. A moment later, he held his phone out for you, allowing you to take it and read the paragraph of text.

You went psycho on Dunce Face in the Sports Festival so he electrocuted you. He claimed it was an accident but I don't believe his ass. You were brought here to the hospital and have been here for the last few days. The doctor says impaired hearing or total loss of hearing is a normal after electrocution but it is mostly temporary.

That was a lot to take in all at once, both in the past as well as the present. Who's Dunce Face? Does he have an electric quirk? Stupid question, how else did he electrocute you. Now you're lying in the hospital going deaf by the minute. Past you took it upon herself to create a new note within the phone asking him: Why are you here? Are you the only one? Where's Aizawa and/or Toshinori?

Aizawa and Toshinori? You knew them alright, Toshinori is never there for you, more of a reason why you so willingly joined forces with his number one enemy All for One. Aizawa was one of the few people who was involved in your life since youth, that much you remembered. It began to eat away at you, knowing you so willingly fought Aizawa briefly in the woods yesterday without a thought. But still... Why is Bakugou in all of your flashbacks? Is he a closer friend to your past self more than you were ever aware?

You came out of your mini pause on life, the trance of many memories, still half passed out and lying on the floor of the bar. You came out of the trance just in time as Dabi had his scarred hands full with Bakugou, one hand tightly grabbing at Bakugou's hair of messy blonde while the other was held inches from Bakugou's furious and contorted face with blue flames in a threat to burn him alive. "He's mine Dabi!" You snapped, surprised with how confident you sounded on your end. Since minute one of joining the League, talking out against any of your comrades was one of the last things you were advised to do according to your 'Master' All for One and Kurogiri who for some reason always had your back. Those two always treated you nicer than the rest of the League, but you just broke one of the biggest rules.

Dabi heard your cry word for word, his scarred pierced ears wouldn't lie to him. The male kept Bakugou's hair under a tight hold, his flammable hand of pale purple flesh dwindled lower and lower down Bakugou's body, the tension killing Bakugou little by little as he felt the blaring heat of the blue flames dry out his skin and singing the hair upon his forearms. Bakugou's worry began to escalate, will he be burnt alive on the spot? Dabi, loving the abundance of emotions leaking from the blonde, had set the restraints aflame instead of the boy himself. The blue life ate away at those leather belts, the heat almost overbearing even for Bakugou's high pain tolerance. The metal buckles and all, melted in entanglement with the heat. This allowed the student to run free, Dabi had other intentions. His other hand hadn't released the male's hair and threw him at your feet, forcing you to a stand thereafter. "Better discipline him since he's your pet," Dabi smirked, awaiting for you to put Bakugou through your definition of discipline... Death.

Terra died in response yesterday after she so heavily disrespected your wishes, it shall be the same for Bakugou.

It came out as a shocking surprise, Bakugou picked himself up and remained sat down upon his knees at your feet like a dog to it's master. Unlike a dog, he wore a heated glare, not one of trust and joy. His hands were gently rested upon his knees too, no strain, no sparks. Just compliance. Is Bakugou willing to accept your punishment to be told?

You're still deeply pissed off, Bakugou taking away half of one of your six senses was a grave mistake. As you've came to accept in recent time, something within told you to leave Bakugou alone, the thought of harming him made your stomach wanna lurch and explode.

"Fine I'll listen to you again (Y/n)," you gave into the girl fighting her way through your torn up mind. You can't fight her anymore, no sense. She'll only throw more flashbacks in your direction if you don't. "We can make a compromise," you smirked. Nearly everyone was confused on who exactly you were talking to, was it to yourself or Bakugou?

"Jesus that smile is terrifying!" Twice hid behind Toga after watching you smirk with wickedness behind it.

You lied your hand upon Bakugou's metal shoulder for the second time today, more hesitant than the first time knowing how that went down. Bakugou didn't flinch thankfully, keeping up his calm stone cold crimson stare into your lost two tone eyes. Bakugou disliked your eyes, the fight between blue and red to him meant that his (Y/n) fought over dominance with Ark over one body. Before he could think of what Ark could potential do, the metal from his bloodied shoulder crept up your bandaged hand, sinking into the exposed skin and wriggling beneath the bandages, leaving that hole he retained yesterday from his fight with you to be bare and freely flowing with hot crimson. Bakugou pressed a hand to his shoulder in response to keep his fluids where they belong, the pain running back to him at full force.

"Cooperate with us Bakugou, only then will I properly treat your shoulder. Or bleed out... Your decision," thanks to the flashbacks you know what Bakugou will decide. He'll do anything for you. Fight an infamous serial killer, save you from electrocution, stay with you in the hospital. Either he's a dedicated to this whole hero profession or he loves you. Love is a strong word, but that's what the flashbacks practically screamed at you.

Bakugou's gaze never faltered, he couldn't steal his eyes from yours. (Y/n) is still in there... I want to save her, but to do that I have to swallow my damned pride... "Fine Bitch..." Bakugou hissed between clenched teeth, shocking every villain in the room as they made all so very shocked responses be it large eyes, gasps, or gave off actions of approval. You got your way after all...

"Somehow I knew you'd stoop as low as to admitting your defeat before a villain," you admit with a devilish snicker and grimace. "Pull any shit on us and I won't hesitate to kill you, not anymore, I'm fed up with (Y/n)'s bullshit meddling," You ruffled Bakugou's hair just for the heck of it, pulling on the collar of his shirt to follow you to the bathroom for a needed medical check. Bakugou didn't speak a word as he followed, being he wanted to avoid the wandering ears of your villainous comrades. "Take off your shirt," you instructed the boy, "I have some stitches to do."

"Can I ask you a few things?" Bakugou asked rather than follow his directions.

"Take off the shirt then we'll talk," the article of clothing was useless now anyways. You'll steal a shirt from Dabi or Tomura later since Bakugou's was drenched in blood and the entirety of his left shoulder was obliterated.

Bakugou finally complied, hissing through the pain just to remove his shirt. He sat down on a stool propped near the sink, the loss of blood was having its effects on his brain making him nearly too light headed to walk. "Are you really (Y/n)?" Bakugou asked out of the blue. "Is this all a convincing act, pretending to be a villain. Cause I know you can act," during the internships you had almost successfully persuaded Bakugou that you had turned dark, but it was all an act; the act that went with your new villain attire to create a new heroic image.

"(Y/n) is part of my past life," you complied, giving Bakugou an answer that he can accept.

"What do you mean?" Bakugou hissed, the peroxide rag you pressed to his shoulder was nothing but pain. "Are you brainwashed or something? I'll beat some sense into you..."

"If you must know," you rolled your eyes. "When I forfeited my old quirk... Can't remember what exactly my old quirk was... I lost the last five months of my memory." Five months? I met (Y/n) six months ago when the semester started. She doesn't remember the me, she can't. Especially if she went missing a month ago... Bakugou though with a pain to his chest. "I was given a chance to start over, so I was named Ark, after my second master Shigaraki. (Y/n) is still part of me, I still refer to her as she's made up from my missing memories and gives me headaches whenever I do something she doesn't approve of and here we are now... For some reason (Y/n) keeps telling me to be nice to you."

"Multiple personalities?" Bakugou came to that logical conclusion. But that assumption could be very wrong as well. You retain most memories, forgot the good ones. Ark assumes that the recollection of good memories and experiences is (Y/n). Ark is still (Y/n), she just won't accept it. Much like how Bakugou can't accept that Ark is (Y/n) either.

"If I had multiple personalities I really wouldn't doubt it," you shrugged, pulling the bloodied rag from Bakugou's shoulder just to swap it out with another in preparation to start the stitching process. "I just want to know why you're so fond of (Y/n), every memory she gave me of you involved you giving to (Y/n) but she does nothing in return. Why love a girl if you don't get anything in return-"

"Stay in your place Ark," Bakugou growled. "It's my business and my business only on whether I like her or not. Until your ass is (Y/n) again I don't want anything to do with you."

"Yet here we are," you sang. Ark asked for Bakugou to join the League, not (Y/n). Yet he agreed to be a part of it anyways.

"I will get (Y/n) back," Bakugou claimed with overbearing confidence. "I'll kill you if I must Ark. Whatever it takes..."