As soon as you were called to the speak with Mr. Aizawa privately, I knew something was up. 

I kept telling myself not to get involved, but after hearing you shout about like some sort of heart-broken lunatic... it was beginning to become clear to me how much I treasured you. So much so, that I was willingly going to further indulge myself with your situation without your knowledge. 

"What?! A-are you saying... my parents.. they're..." With the palm of my hand pressed against my chin, my elbow did the same against my desk. 

You really weren't holding back with the breakdown. Everyone was curious as to what was going on, which did irritate me, admittedly. I wish you'd had listened to Aizawa's pleas for you to tone it down.

"So damn annoying..." I groaned out roughly. I didn't mean you, but I meant my gossiping classmates. My crimson hues slowly drifted towards the door at the scene you were causing, but by then, you'd already been storming off in some other direction. 

"Good grief... I told her not to leave, and she did so anyway." Closing the door behind him, his opposing hand rested in his narrow pocket. "Oh," Aizawa's eyes darted over to me, which aroused my interest. "Bakugo, please see me after class. I have something to discuss with you."

Today? It was imperative that I keep (Y/N) safe... so today was definitely not the time for that. Voicing my opinion on the matter wasn't an option; however, so I instead turned my head back to face the window. "Whatever." 

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'Tell me it isn't true! Why... I wish I told them after it happened to me! It's all my fault... it's my fault they're...!'  My eyes squeezed shut. This was my attempt to prevent the tears from falling from my eyes, but they came out uncontrollably, all on its own. 

I don't even know how long I've been running for, but I know I can't stop, not until I get there. "E-excuse me, I'm looking for..." The poor receptionist had one thing coming: a frantic, upset girl. After gathering enough information as possible, I continued my run down the hospitals corridors. 

My mind was all over the place. Perhaps this was why I walked in on several innocent people after getting the room number wrong. Eventually, I finally came across the correct room. Hastily, my hand pushed the door open vigorously. 

"Dad!!" I blurted out, unable to control my tone. At the sight of my dad lying in the hospital bed with both of his arms broken, I too felt a piece of me break. More specifically, my heart. Rushing to his side, I collapsed on the nearest chair, ignoring the endless tears.

"Is mom really...? Is she really gone?!" Asking that question was already hard as is, but seeing that guilt, sadness, and pain in his expression made things far worse. I felt like I shrunk, pursing my quivering lip. 

He didn't have to say a word. I could tell that he wasn't able to bring himself to voice out his wife's death— my moms death. 

Curling up by his side, I buried my face into my arms, sobbing. I remember thinking how frightened and pained she must've been in... I wish I could have prevented that from happening. 

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My father told me everything. He told me how when he went out to check on her... she'd already been murdered. With that same vehicle, my dad was thrashed into an alleyway, being left there unconscious. It was until the following morning did anyone find him. 

Had he not have caught someone ushering a limp body in a trunk, he wouldn't have found where she had gone. He wouldn't have been in a hospital bed, is what he said. I couldn't tell if we were supposed to look at things as a truly fortunate or unfortunate thing. If there was a such thing as an in between, it's where we would stand. 

Visiting hours were no where near over, but my father insisted that I returned some other time. Not only did he want time alone, but he wanted me to go home and study. Fortunately, my grandma is going to stick around for a bit, and the neighborhood is on a twenty-four hour surveillance. 

"Classes are probably over by now... Aizawa is going to scold me for leaving campus.." Even so, I still didn't feel deterred. I was upset, conflicted, angry. I couldn't control myself, inevitably placing the blame on someone else. With my cell phone in hand, I began typing.

5:34 PM 

You're supposed to be my guardian angel...

how could you let this happen to my parents??

6:01 PM 

Why didn't you save them? Why?

The tears has never stopped. It feels like it's a part of me now. Another hour has passed and I still haven't gotten a reply. I was unsure why I bothered waiting. Maybe it was because the only person I spoke to wasn't available, I didn't even have his contact information for that matter. 

Trudging my feet along the concrete, I kept my eyes on my feet; they weren't capable of looking away. I needed someone, anyone. I was so deep in thought, I was hardly paying any attention to my surroundings.

Because of this, in nearly an instant, my grunt was muffled by a black, gloved hand being pressed against my mouth. My heart raced at this. Kidnapping? Rape? ...Murder?! I struggled in his grasp as I was tugged into an alleyway against my will. Even with my frantic, erratic behavior, he managed to keep me in his grasp.

At some point, I began trying to bite at his hand, but it was no good. "Mwease— Urmph— Help!" His strong hand gripped my small wrist, and my back was pulled into his chest. 

"It's me. Your /guardian angel./"