"Dear Aizawa Shota,"

I know after what I've told you, you have every right to act the way you had acted. I don't blame you. Some part of me knew that the happiness I looked for was never going to be achievable, but that's really not the point of this letter. I know it's been months since we've both talked to each other, let alone see each other since that incident.

Shota Aizawa, the name you carry, as well as the name that was and still is the most important person in my life, I ask of you and only you to come meet me. I know I have no right to ask for a favour, but if you do witness what I do next, please don't tell Hizashi and Nemuri. That is all I ask of you after this.

Please, let us meet one more time, one more time before I go to another place. One that won't carry my problems with me. You have no intention of knowing where I would be going, I know that for sure. I promise that after this, you'll never see my face again, or a trace of me once more.

Meet me at the special place at 4 PM, sunday of this week.

Sincerely,
L/N Y/N

He remembered the place she was talking about, it was a special place, it was the one he had introduced to her, and one where the fondest memories were made. A single large and old cherry blossom that was isolated, with nothing but grass around, in the middle of a large field, no one had known about it. It was the ideal place for a date, he never had the courage to ask her out, but when he asked where her ideal date would be, she explained it was a place of peace and serenity, which led him to show her this. It was something that his mother had shown him as well, and shortly after she died due to an illness.

This place used to haunt his memories, but once he was accustomed to the lost, he learned to appreciate the tree that held all of his pleasant memories with her. Something as special as this was only worthy for someone just as special and held dear to his heart.

He found himself staring at the same tree now, unaware of how he got here or when, but those thoughts soon fleeted when the once clearless perfect blue sky faded to the gloomiest and greyest of days. The peacefulness that once lingered around the blossoming tree had disappeared with a sudden dread and emptiness replacing the former atmosphere.

The loud cries and screams erupted, but the source of it was unknown, as he searched around to find it. Even if the source wasn't found, he already recognized whose it was.

His.

The shattering of glass snapped him out of his trance, and he found himself in his bedroom. His hands were bloodied and his knuckles were bruised, both of them covered in glass shards as he stood in front of the mirror.

Simply the sight of his scar and the triggering of unwanted memories had caused him to go berserk, resulting in him absolutely destroying the appearance of him in the mirror.

His hands reached to his scar, tracing the outline of the wound that was etched onto his skin under his right eye, his fingers trembling at just the action of it.

His eyes began to waver, then, a single silent tear formed, making its way down to his chin as its trail was left behind on his left cheek.

He hated that scar more than anything.

His eyes fluttered open, at first, blinding light covered his views, and he blinked multiple times, his eyes adjusting to the bright radiance.

A discomforted groan escaped him as his movement was prevented with the amount of bandages around him, as the least he could was sit up. His eyes scanned the room, with a heart monitor and other medical machines that were clustered into the room.

All Might must have come in on time to save them.

Noticing the table next to him, multiple cards and letters and paper was piled on top of it. Impatience sat inside of him as he realized he was bedridden, and most likely unable to teach.

He cursed under his breath, and knowing he had to wait for a hospital nurse to come in and help him, he was left with his own thoughts.

Why was he still having dreams about Y/N? It didn't make sense, he thought he had moved on from that. Why did they continue to haunt him? He hasn't had dreams about her since after the incident.

Why couldn't he just be left alone from the past? Why did he continue to dwell on the past? He told himself there was no importance to the past, but his heart seemed set on not budging from the topic, with each beat of that though, a dull ache thumped in his chest.

What he was thinking was irrational and irrelevant. Why did he bother? He had to focus on the present anyways.

He already knew that All Might had come to save him, otherwise his ass would probably be bleeding out on pavement. Does that mean that the other students were safe? Were any of the others harmed or injured? What happened while he was out?

Constant thoughts of concern plagued his mind that he couldn't hear the click of the door, and a close coworker came in.

"Shota! You're awake!" Hizashi's voice boomed through the room, filled with excitement and joy.

"Take these bandages off of me."

"Sorry, no can do! The nurses said it was really important for them to stay on. Anyways, you worried the death out of me! How dare you be so close to death! You know your heart stopped beating a few times! Like you were this close to death!" the blonde replied concerningly, gesturing with his fingers at the last sentence.

"I'm sorry for trying to protect the students," he sarcastically snapped back at him, rolling his eyes.

"Oh whatever, I'll just talk to you after the nurses check you up. You hear me, this conversation is not done!"

"Yes, mom," he groaned, setting his head back on to the pillow, letting out a dramatic sigh.

He can't wait to get out of this bed.