I was in English class when my phone suddenly started ringing - loudly. My face turns red and I get a few stares from the other people in my class, including Present Mic (the teacher), before I turn it on silent. While I was looking at my phone, I noticed the caller ID, but didn't recognise it from anywhere.

Later in the day, almost near the end of the last session, one of the staff knocks on the door and asks if I'm here. I could see someone else's shadow behind her, short and fat.

"Yes, I'm here," I say, raising my hand nervously. She beckons me over and I feel my classmates stares on my back again, which just made me more nervous. The unnecessarily huge door is closed and I almost stagger out of shock.

"Long time no see, Erin. Isn't it about time you came home? I've been worried sick about you!" my Aunt cries, making my chest tighten. I felt something stirring in my heart.

"Drop the act, you crone. You never cared about me," I spit, glaring at her. Her eye twitches and she does her best to remain calm.

"Erin, dear, what's wrong? When you left, I was devastated! Please, come home-"

"YOU THREW ME OUT!! Don't even try to pull this, you old hag! You tried to have my half-sister KILL ME!!" I scream, just barely holding my body back from attacking her.

"I GAVE YOU A HOME TO LIVE IN, AND YOU ARE COMING BACK TO THAT HOME!" she yells back, a few doors around us opening from all the noise so that the people inside can peep.

"FUCKING MAKE ME!!!"

Without warning, she leaps at me, her hands outstretched like claws, curving towards my heart. Suddenly, the door next to us flies open and smacks the bitch in her face. Bakugou, along with all of Class 1A, were standing there. Bakugou's palms were smoking and he had the most aggressive look on his face that I had ever seen.

"She's made it pretty fucking clear that she's not leaving!" he roars at my Aunt, who was on the floor clutching a broken nose. Izuku runs to my side and wraps his arm around me in case I fall, which was highly probable right now.

"I am her legal guardian! I own her!!" my Aunt screeched, pointing at me. That made him snap. He stormed towards her and drew his leg back to kick the shit out of her, and I watched silently as she screamed. Aizawa came out of the classroom about a minute later and told him that was enough.

Suddenly, someone reaches out from behind me and drags me into a white void, which transforms into a basement. My basement. It had been cleared out, most likely my belongings had been burnt, and was now stone-cold and intimidating. My Aunt falls out of the void behind me just as it closes, and I hear muffled, anguished cries shouting my name. The tip of someone's fingers reach through the void, but they get pushed back as it closes.

"You little shits! Let me go!" I shout, darting my eyes around for a route of escape. Nothing. My door had been sealed closed and it seems the only way in or out was my second half-sister, who could warp living people.

"I'm going to teach you to appreciate what you were given, you little bitch," my older sister says, approaching me menacingly with a blade in her hand. I back into the wall, then feel a cold, rubbery material wrapped around me, preventing further escape.

"Hey!! HEY!!! HELP!!" I scream, my voice echoing around the empty room. A few people snicker. My sister grabs my face, tilting it up towards her, and doesn't hesitate for a second before slashing the blade down the left side of my face, destroying my eye in the process. I felt every moment of it and screamed in agony, thrashing around to escape, flicking blood everywhere. She slaps me, knocking me to the ground, where my head hits a raised piece of metal and I fall unconscious.

~

"She's awake! Oh thank god, she's awake!" someone shouts, making me screw my eyes closed in irritation. Suddenly, a searing pain shoots through my face, spreading down to my body below, but I can't scream. My voice was too raw to scream. I simply moan in agony and curl in on myself, wishing that the pain would go away.

"Erin, Erin! Shh, it'll be okay. Just relax. I'm here..." a soft, relaxing voice says, running their fingers through my short hair. They continue to say relaxing things, lulling me into a soft state of disconnectedness. I couldn't feel pain anymore, that was a good sign, but nothing around me made sense any more.

'Where am I? Who are the people with me?' I ask, feeling someone press something wrinkly and shrivelled to my temple. Within seconds, the pain receeds completely, and the fog in my mind clears. I feel someone else removing the cloth around my face, allowing a bright light to filter into my eye.

"I couldn't heal her eye. I'm sorry," an old, wrinkled lady says. I squint at her, trying to figure out why she looked so familiar.

"Erin...?" the boy holding my head in his lap asks. I look up at him, seeing a dark green floof that seemed to be his hair, with cute freckles on his face.

"Who... are you?"

~

"She seems to have lost some of her memory from head trauma, probably from falling on that metal thing we found her on. She'll be okay as long as she interacts with you all a lot," the scruffy man in the front says, glancing at me a lot. A few murmurs went around the class, and I gathered that they were all worried about me. Except for one boy, with spiky blonde hair. He kept glaring at everything except me. In my opinion, he almost seemed to be feeling... guilty.

"So, since we can't really continue with classes with her in this condition, we're taking a field trip to the park. Everyone, including you Bakugou, will take turns talking to her and try to make her remember."

I didn't understand what the point of this plan was. I knew that I had lost my memory, and that everyone was trying to get it back, but what was the point? It's not like it'll work, anyway.

~

I sat down a way back from the group, leaning against a tree. The green-haired kid kept by my side the whole way, his arm brushing mine often like he wanted to hold hands or something but didn't know if it was allowed, but now he was with the main group. So far, no one had approached me other than Az- Azay- Azaywa? Was that his name? And even he had only asked me if I remembered anything yet. How was I supposed to remember if no one talked to me?

"Hey, Erin..." the boy with yellow hair mutters sadly, slumping to the ground next to me, "Do you really not remember us?"

The pain in his voice made my heart squeeze and tears prick the corners of my eyes. I wanted to remember. I wanted to make them happy. I didn't want them to be sad, even if I didn't remember them.

"No, I don't," I say, fighting the lump in my throat. The boy seems to notice. Hid face twists sadly and he throws his arms around my shoulders, burying his face in my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, if I had just saved you in time then this wouldn't have happened!" he cries, tears rolling down his cheeks. I fight to keep mine back and hold him, allowing him to cry yet also shielding him from the others. I felt like he wouldn't like it if they saw him like this. Slowly, more people started to crowd around me, taking turns to talk to me or ask questions. The most emotional ones were the boy with yellow hair, the boy with spiky red hair, and the boy with dark green hair.

"Remember last Saturday? When I literally had to drag you out of bed? And when we- when we kissed?" the one with dark green hair had asked, his face tinted red.

That one had held tightest to me, like I would disappear if he let go. He kept asking me if I remembered, to which I would shake my head. Eventually, he seemed to have an idea and asked the supervisor/teacher person if he could go get something from his house. The man nodded numbly, his eyes sad, and I realised he cared about me just as much as the other students, if not more. The boy ran off at full speed and was gone for about twenty minutes before he came back clutching something familiar.

"Is that...?" I ask, my eyes wide. It was the closest I've gotten to remembering in the past hour, so immediately everyone's attention was on me. The boy gives the toy to me and, as I stare at it, tears fall from my eyes.

"Mum..."

It only got better from then on. I started to recall everything that happened after I was given this toy, right from the beginning. By the end of it, I was clutching Izuku's shoulder and screaming my pain through the form of tears. How could I forget? How could I be such an idiot that I forgot everything?

After I recover enough to not be screaming, Aizawa dismisses us for the day. A lot of the people from 1A stayed with me though, walking me home. Inko got quite the shock when she opened her door to around fifteen kids. Izuku was holding my hand the whole time, his fingers fiercely twined between mine. Now, he pulled me into the house and dropped me directly onto his bed.

"Get some rest, I'll be back soon," he promises, leaving the room and quietly closing the door. I sink further into the bed, glad to be home. A few minutes later, Izuku crawls into bed beside me and wraps his arms around me, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

"I love you, Erin." he says simply, making my face turn red.

"Don't you ever get embarrassed saying stuff like that?" I ask shakily, giving a half laugh.

"Come on, you literally embarrass me as much as you possibly can whenever you can. Now shush and let me love you," he says, and as a result even my ears turn red.

"At least let me roll over so I can hug you, too."