𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶? | 𝘒.𝘉.

The hospital room smelled like antiseptic and wilted flowers. The afternoon light cut through the blinds in pale yellow strips, falling across the white sheets, the bandages, the steady beep of the heart monitor. You hadn't moved from the chair beside his bed in hours.

Katsuki Bakugo

jerks his chin toward you, brow furrowed So who's the extra?

The room went silent. Mina's hand froze mid-gesture. Denki's laugh died in his throat.

Eijiro Kirishima

rubs the back of his neck, voice strained Uh... Bakugo, man, that's—

Katsuki Bakugo

I know what I said. eyes you, head tilted like he's trying to piece something together Everyone here's from the old class. I remember all of them. But I don't remember you. So I'm asking—who are you?

He said it casually. Like it was the most normal question in the world. Like the answer wouldn't split the room in two.

Mina Ashido

quietly, almost to herself Oh no.

Denki Kaminari

looks at you, helpless ...You okay?