He opened his eyes, and all was a blinding white. It didn't hurt his eyes, nor made him want to shield his eyes. He couldn't remember anything; only the fact he went to Hope's Peak. He turned his head to the left and the right, there was nothing. And if there was something, it would be that blinding white.
Not knowing anything other than he was a student at Hope's Peak Academy didn't bother him that much. What did, was this empty feeling he had. It gnawed inside of him like an angry bear, trying to eat him from the inside. Trying to ignore it would be an impossible task, but he knew he would be well rewarded. Hoping that it would be his memories, he sat down and tried to ignore it.
A day had passed, then a week. He didn't know how much time had passed, since it was always bright. Time had passed, and he didn't know how long. But he didn't feel weary. Maybe, this whole reward thing was made up by his brain to trick him into doing something. Yes, that seemed plausible. He got up, feeling as fine as the time he opened his eyes. This confused him, as he was sure about twelve hours had passed.
'Maybe,' his thought's materialized in his head. 'that is not real.' He lifted his hand, looking at it closely. It did not blur. But it didn't seem to be attached to him at all. He turned it around, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. Should he try making something into reality?
An image of a girl with light pink dusted hair, wearing a cat hoodie and playing a Game Boy advance seemed like the perfect thing to make a reality. She seemed warm, polite, and kind. Maybe focusing on the image would manifest her into his lonely, white world.
So he focused. Harder, and harder, until she appeared.
"Hello," her voice was soft and hopeful. "I'm Chiaki Nanami." Her smile was the best thing he had ever seen. "What's yours?"
The boy had no response; what was his name? Ideas fretted across his memory, then he remembered what his name was. He opened his mouth to speak, but no matter how hard he tried to speak it, it wouldn't come out.
Chiaki seemed puzzled. "Are you not able to speak?" He nodded steadily, not sure why he couldn't say his name. "Why don't you write it?" She extended a pen and pad to him. He scribbled out his name.
Hajime Hinata.
Chiaki looked at it. A sad, yet knowing look formed on her face. "Silly, you're not Hajime anymore." Hajime was confused. He had remembered his name, and it was what he had written. "You gave up everything to have a talent like me, remember? You were surgically operated on to remove your personality, emotions, and…what made you, you. All under the Izuru Kamakura project." Her smile seemed empty now. "You became…the Ultimate Hope. Your name is…Izuru Kamakura."
Once she finished her sentence, everything started to fade, dissolve from this psuedo-reality. This forced coma he had fallen into. Only one thought came into Hajime's mind as he disintegrated from the last part of his mind where he resided. That thought was,
"I don't want to disappear."