❝ 𝐈𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. ❞

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IT WAS A BRIGHT SUMMER DAY. The students at UA Hero Academy were busy. The school, which was a place for a lot of talented youth, help shaped a lot of brilliant heroes.

Class 1A, one of the hero course classes, were'nt expecting a surprise.

The black haired man, named Aizawa, who happened to be their homeroom teacher, walked in with a seemingly peculiar kid.

The kid in particular, had H/C hair, and sparkling E/C eyes. They were mystical, as thats what you can call it.

"Introduce yourself."

The kid, who had a queasy look on her face, spoke up.

"My name's L/N, Y/N. I look forward into joining the class."

Izuku, the green haired boy, sparked in glee, "What's your quirk, L/N san?"

Y/N thought for a bit. "My quirk...huh?"

Izuku nodded.

"Well, my quirk is called hemoglobin. I can manipulate a person's blood and body and create things with blood."
Y/N spoke, in a monotone voice.

Izuku exclaimed, "WOW! THAT'S A REALLY COOL QUIRK!"

Aizawa shot a look to Izuku. "You can sit down beside Jirou over there."

The lesson continued.

Everything was blurry, hazy and unclear. You felt numb. There was a lot of blood splattered everywhere.

You seem to have no memory of who you are or what happened. Upon opening my eyes, you saw 'his' face.

"You're finally awake. Be happy that you're still alive."

You blurted out, "Who the hell are you?"

The guy smiled sinisterly, "Try to guess."

Confused, you spoke, "I've never met you before. Who are you? Where am I?"

The guy walks to the door and closes it.

It seems you're in a white room. Your hands were chained up. Your whole body was wrapped in a cloth.

This seems familiar, like you've been here before. You look around, still confused, and tried your best to stand up, you were wrapped in bloody white cloth.

After a few minutes of thinking, you realized that you were in a psychiathric ward. No wonder it all seemed familar.

You, who has a history with mental hospitals, were crying alone. "I don't want to be here, I wanna be free.", you blurted out sobbingly.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Standing at the door was your bestfriend, Jirou Kyoka. Her hair was untidy and seemed to be covered in a few specks of dirt and dust.

"Y/N! DON'T FRIGHTEN ME AGAIN." she yelled.

Confused, you look at her. "Jirou?"

"YES IT'S ME Y/N! THANK GOD YOU REMEMBERED." She exclaimed, while sobbing.

You decided to use this chance to ask her what happened. "So...how did I end up here?"

Jirou tilted her head a bit. "You don't remember?"

You replied, "Yeah I don't really remember anything, even who I am."

Jirou sighed, facepalming herself. "Well maybe you shouldn't have tried to fall from the seventh floor again! I was so-"

You cut her off, "F-FLOOR? OH FLOOR! Yeah, yeah now I remember."

Jirou hugged me. "Don't ever try to kill yourself again." She hugged even tighter after that.

She murmured, "If only I can see you alive again. You used to be so happy."

You smile, but unabled to hug back. "Uh..help please?"

Jirou chuckled, "It's funny seeing you like this, but I guess I'll untie you."

You shot her a dirty look before laughing like a madman.

"I still wished I died though."