Disclaimer: this may talk about a serious/triggering topic. So if talking about a psych ward will trigger you I recommend skipping the first five paragraphs.

Izuku had cleaned you're room the night before, he was excited for you to come home. They said you're injuries were healed. And to monitor you're behavior, unfortunately for him you had never came home, he waited, and waited. But you never came.

"Mom, where's y/n?" She had burst in to tears when he asked her, his heart beat faster every minute he waited.

"I'm sorry Izuku!" She pulled him into a tight hug as he starred of into space, when she let go she wiped her eyes and took his hands into hers.

"Is she-"

"No! She's not, they put her in a psych ward." He couldn't believe this, why. Why didn't you tell them? Is that why you screamed? So many questions popped in his head. He couldn't wrap his mind around anything, all he could do was stare, and didn't realize the tears falling down his face.

Izuku sat in class tapping his foot, stuck in his thoughts, until he glanced up at the board, aizawa had wrote the nominations people had got, he handed out papers to each person.

They both knew you weren't going to go to u.a anymore, but he still handed out your paper he thought you'd be happy to see who nominated you.

Even though you never really talked to anyone in school, still Ochaco, Iida and Denki tried to make him feel better, their attempts failing each time. Eventually they stopped and told Izuku that if he ever needed them he could talk to them anytime, and that they were here for him, and you.

Sol had wondered why you stopped coming to the coffee shop, why you never called him. He told himself that you were just busy with school, although something never felt right. He missed you.

One day Izuku had come into the shop, asked him if he knew you and if he was close to you, when he said yes he had given him the address and number so he could call or mail you.

You could have left, could've phased through the wall, could've done this, done that. You couldn't stand it anymore, didn't want to use you're power, not the same one you used that day. As much as you hated this place, you hated it even more.

"Do you mind if we take a look into your past?" You were done fighting this time, you didn't want to open up, but you didn't want to fight any more. You were tired, exhausted, mentally drained. Not angry, or sad, just existing.

"Sure." You answered, not taking you're eyes off his clipboard.

You had answered every question, every question except the ones that made you're ears ring. He would take note of that and moved on.

Over the few weeks, you did get some letters, and calls.

Izuku hadn't called or sent a letter, however you could still feel him supporting you, even if he couldn't talk to you.

"It feels nice doesn't it?" He had noticed you smiled a little at them. "Yeah.."

"Okay, this is all for today, see you tomorrow." He got up and walked out the door and closed it. It had been a while since it talked to you.

Hey, are you alive?

Yes.

Okay.

When you looked out the window the sun was setting, you glanced over to your bed that was neatly done. Sleeping was always easy for you but now, it felt more difficult. It was comfy, the problem was that you were up late at night, thinking, couldn't stop your thoughts from racing.

'Don't worry Izuku, I'll be home.'

"How about you tell me about you're family this time?" You nodded as you played with your fingers.
"You have a twin right? What's he like?"

"Basically all the definitions of perfect you could put into a sentence. In my eyes, he's one of the most hardworking people I know."

"He sounds like you."

"No, I'm the one who gives up halfway." You traced the scars on you're hand that were fading.

"Really? You don't give off that vibe."

"What about you're mom?"

"She's also perfect, she's loving, and kind. That's where Izuku gets it from."

"You use the word perfect a lot, from the way I see it, perfect doesn't exist, everyone has flaws, everyone has a different perspective."

"That's true I guess.."

"What about you're dad?"

"I don't know him."

"Oh, okay, well tell me, do you have any memories? Some you'd never forget, happy, sad, any." You had to think about it, and think and think, until you remembered one.

"The entrance exams, I'll never forget that. And the time Izuku found out I was a huge fan of hawks."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Hm?"

"Every time you tell me something about your past, you never talk about when your where, a little younger. Did you not have those kind of memories back then?" You shot your head up and looked at him.

"I don't remember anything past the age of nine."

"Is it blurry or-"

"No, it's just not there. No matter how hard I try, all I remember is waking up that day."

I do.

What?

I remember, what happened those nine years. I was there.

Shut up, stop messing with me.

"Hm. That's new."

Your father, he-

Shut up, I don't want to hear it.

Are you sure?

This could help you.

Yes I'm sure. Now shut up.

"I only know his name, but I'm not sure if it's his real name. Because I heard a villain say it at the usj attack."

"What is it?"

"Riku, midoriya."