It hasn't been a week but take Chapter 4. I have some stuff I'm working out for the story. If you wanna read it, I'll put it at the bottom. I'm super enjoying writing this so far and I hope you don't mind if I get over excited and keep posting chapters every three days or maybe once a week.

Yuudai Kojiko P.O.V.

I started physical therapy one week ago. In that week, I learned one thing. Comas fucking suck, oh, and that Midoriya is one of the sweetest people I'm ever going to meet. He was there for the first day of physical therapy. I didn't think it would be so difficult to walk, after all, I'd only been confined to that hospital bed for one week. I'd completely forgotten that time was actually one week and two years.

Physical therapy hurts like hell, but it's something that keeps me busy other than talking to Midoriya or watching TV. Also, it's worth the pain if it helps me actually get out of the hospital. Before, the hospital used to be: go in, get stitches, go home. Now it's: wake up, eat mush food, get a checkup, physical therapy, rest, eat mush food, do something (normally talk to Midoriya), and eat mush food. The same cycle for two weeks. I really just want to get out of here already.

Midoriya visits a lot, whenever he has time, he says. I really hope I'm not taking up his time but again, he brings a little variety into my life. He even came over on the weekend without Eraserhead. He likes talking about different Quirks and heroes. I convinced him one time to talk to me about what happened at U.S.J.. It was on the news and I got worried. His words spilled out in a way I didn't really understand but he thanked me for listening anyways. Yesterday, Midoriya asked about being Quirkless. He'd wondered if his experiences were the same as mine.

yesterday...

"I'm saying, people were way too scared of my dad to even think of talking to me." I waved my hand around.

Midoriya leaned forward, listening intently, "I guess that means you were kind of alone…"

I sighed, "Sorta, yeah."

Midoriya took back his comment almost immediately, "I didn't mean to say that you were isolated or anything! I just mean that in a way...because I was also alone a lot of the time. I found a good hobby though, Quirk research."

"I think I spent most of my time with my dad. Not that my mom didn't want to not be around but she's headstrong and tough and didn't take shit from anyone. She was always really busy with work to show that to her workplace. My dad says that's why he married her."

"I guess it would take a lot of guts to marry your dad, if everyone was so scared of him." Midoriya joked.

"Bingo! I had a lot of those guts in grade school, too! My dad taught me that heroes help people who look like they need help, so I thought that meant getting into a fight with some bullies."

"I did the same thing! I thought it was a good idea to defend this one kid at the playground, but all that did…"

"Was turn the bullies on you?" I finished, "Yeah, after that fight my dad also said that I needed to learn to pick my battles."

"Art was really smart, wasn't he?"

I laughed, "Not smart, just experienced."

"What else did he tell you?"

"Mmm, he said to be aware of my surroundings. He was super worried a villain would try to kidnap me so he taught me to be very careful."

Midoriya nodded, "Sounds like a good lesson for the son of a hero. What happened to the bullies after? Like in middle school?"

"What happened for you?" I threw back.

Midoriya hummed, thinking carefully, "Well, there were a few groups that stuck on and kept going."

"It's the same for me. 'Specially after my dad died. They thought there was nothing more to be afraid of so they dug in. I still wanted to be a hero though, so I kept attracting the attention of bullies so they wouldn't change targets. But I didn't want to cause trouble for others during class so I tried to keep my head down on campus."

"Kojiko-kun, you're a really amazing person."

I blushed, "I think we're both pretty cool. I mean, late-bloomers and U.A. students, we're pretty amazing. I'm going to enjoy watching you in the Sports Festival."

"Yeah, it's the day after tomorrow so I might not come in to visit." Midoriya rubs the back of his head, trying to hide his pink face.

"I'll wait for your return. After all, there's nothing else to do here."

now...the day before the Sports Festival...

I've become a little more acquainted with Eraserhead recently, he's here almost everyday but neither of us are the type to start a conversation so we mostly just sit quietly. I initiated a drawing game at one point but that went dull quickly. I found out he likes cats, though.

"Yo, Eraserhead." I greet as he walks in.

"Hello, Kojiko." Eraserhead says back in a monotone voice.

"Sports Festival tomorrow?" I tilt my head.

Eraserhead nods, "Midoriya is resting at home."

"I think I'll be up and running before summer."

"Don't push yourself."

"I'm not!" I exclaim, "If anything I'm more than ready for school."

A complete lie and Eraserhead probably knows it. The doctors keep saying that I'm too impatient with recovery and that this sort of thing takes time. Which I know, it's just that there's nothing else to do. I even crashed the wheelchair because I wouldn't let anyone push me around. Crashed it nearly ten times. Which made the doctors crack and give me forearm crutches.

It's quiet again. Eraserhead blinks every so often and I see his hair float up and down out of the corner of my eye. My mind wanders and I think of my mom. My fearless mother, who was willing to give up anything for my dad. No one has mentioned her since I'd last asked and she hasn't come to visit.

"Eraserhead," I start, "Did my mom leave Japan?"

Eraserhead shakes his head, "No. She didn't."

"Is she ever going to visit?" I ask, getting straight to the point.

Eraserhead paused, the doctors had hesitated in telling Yuudai the condition of his mother for weeks. They were worried he'd collapse or cause the building to collapse in his sorrows. No one thought it was the right thing to do but no one really said a counter argument.

"She's not." Eraserhead finally speaks.

She's not going to visit? Not even once? She's not even going to try and come? I could at least see her from the window if she doesn't want to come in...at least I could make sure she's okay.

I frown.

"The doctors didn't want to tell you but...she...she won't be visiting for a long time. She's okay, she's alive, she's just not going to come visit you." Eraserhead tries to explain the situation without saying 'Your quirk caused her to forget you exist.'

She's not going to come...why not? Five years of rebuilding our relationship and she's not going to be here?

I sniff and rub my eyes with the sleeves of the hospital gown, "Does she not care about me anymore?"

I feel a little stupid for crying. It had been two years since I'd entered my coma, of course she wouldn't stick around. Crying at this point is just childish.

"That's not it, kid." Eraserhead scoots his chair closer, he wasn't exactly the best with crying children whose mental state doesn't match their body but he would try his best.

"She's never going to visit?" I feel my voice crack in my throat.

"She's going to visit one day." Eraserhead says, "You...your...it's just that…"

"If she doesn't want to see me then where am I gonna live?" My voice continues to muddle and crackle and it feels like there's something heavy in my throat.

Eraserhead shuffles in his seat, "For now you'll be staying in the hospital for a few more months after recovery. But one day your mother will visit and she'll want to see you again."

"When?" I ask, feeling even stupider for whining like a baby, "When?"

"Please calm down." Eraserhead gestures towards the tissues on the bedside table, "Your mother's memories were altered by your Quirk when you manifested it for the first time. She is doing completely alright and the only change is that she no longer has a son. She thinks that she and your dad agreed to never have kids."

"I don't have a mom?" I scoop up the tissues and wipe my nose.

"You have a mom. She just needs time to recover her memories." Eraserhead comforts me as best he can, "One day you might even be able to restore them for her."

I sniffle and crumple up the tissues, "What if she doesn't want to remember me?"

Eraserhead stops and waits for me to say something else.

"Kojiko, it's really up to you if you want her to remember. Your Quirk can reverse what happened to your mother but it will take a toll on your body. You might end up in a coma again." Eraserhead tells the full truth of what he knew.

My heavy breathing fills the room and he stays quiet for a minute.

"Is she happy?" I ask with my vision blurring again.

"Yes."

"Then she doesn't need to remember. I'm fourteen now! I'm a grown up now. If she's happy then...then I'm happy." I say with a wobbly smile and more tears.

I'm fourteen! I'm not a child. I don't have any reason to cry. There's no reason to cry. I can do this.

Eraserhead frowns behind his bandages and internally shakes his head.

"I'm glad she's happy, Eraserhead." I muster up a grin and use more of the tissues.

"I am too, kid." Eraserhead let the conversation come to an end and I eventually fell asleep, exhausted.

3rd Person P.O.V.

Aizawa sighs as he steps out of Yuudai's room. He'd forgotten that the kid was only twelve. A twelve year old kid who woke up one day to find he's lost everything familiar to him.

The kid's really good at putting up a wall. Also, he beats himself up too much. What's wrong with acting his age? He's not fourteen, he's twelve. Aizawa peeks into the door window and watches as Yuudai's chest moves the sheets. Should we suggest therapy? Aizawa thinks of how Yuudai might react to being told to go to a therapist. Yuudai hadn't even talked to any of his doctors. Actually, he only ever talked comfortably to Midoriya and a few times to Aizawa, All Might, and Nezu. Maybe he doesn't like adults… Aizawa sighs again and leaves the hospital.

I'm seriously having the most difficult time writing Bakugou's character. I mentioned that I want Bakugou redemption so I hope that isn't a big issue but holy shit is this difficult. Here's what I'm thinking:

Bakugou actually doesn't bully anyone currently

He just is really aggressive with Midoriya/person because he wants to see Midoriya/person get stronger

Bakugou wants to see his childhood friend accomplish his goal but is just a bit clunky with how he shows his support

He doesn't know how far is too far when pushing someone to grow stronger (see the movie Whiplash)

I'm probably going to go with this. Tone down his threats a little and also maybe plan something for the Hideout Raid Arc.