It's been two weeks since Midoriya disappeared from UA, and the surface of the earth it seems. He went for a run one evening, as he does sometimes, but he never came home. All of class 1A went around the whole town and every other place he could possibly be but found him nowhere. The teachers have talked to the police and Midoriya is suspected as kidnaped and posters of his face hang all around town. But no one has seen him, the police has no clues and so his case is as dry as it can be.
My head doesn't hurt anymore. Nothing hurts. Everything is fine. I feel fine. I open my eyes and look up at Shigaraki. All my thoughts are so clear now. I can see everything. I have to… I have to do something, what was it?
"Well hello there….", Shigaraki stands up and looks down at me. I am lying on the floor in a pool of blood. I can't remember why. "You seem to feel much better now don't you?"
"Yes", I immediately answer because for some reason I know that if I don't he will do something bad to me.
"Do you remember anything?", Shigaraki smiles.
"I can't remember anything from the last few weeks, but I remember UA, that I went there, I remember All Might and everyone in class 1A.", I say with a neutral face.
"Good", Shigaraki smiles wider and extends a hand to help me to my feet. I flinch without knowing why and Shigaraki laughs. "I see your body still remembers."
I stand in the pool of blood. I'm not wearing a shirt and on my skin has bruises and scars. I can't remember when that happened, but it doesn't hurt.
"Here, take a shower and put on the new clothes I put in there.", Shigaraki points to a door which must lead to a bathroom. "And by the way, Midoriya Izuku…" I flinch and all the muscles in my body tenses at the sound of that hideous name. I feel rage boil up in my chest, I almost can't control myself. I suddenly want to attack Shigaraki. I want to kill him, to feel his heart stop beating in my hands. "Good, I see it worked. I'm not going to call you that. But the ones who does, they are your enemies. They are the ones to direct your anger towards. Remember that."
I step out of the shower. I see myself in the big mirror on the wall. My hair is still green and curly, but I think it might be a bit darker than I remembered. My skin is definitely whiter than before, like it hasn't seen the sun in weeks. My body is still musculair, but I have a lot of bruises. Both big and small ones. I have some scars on my neck and chest. The ones on my neck looks pretty bad, like someone tried to strangle me with his own hands. I touch the purple marks. It doesn't hurt, actually is seems like my hands remember the movement. I clasp my own through smoothly and I see that my hands match the marks perfectly. I wonder why I… I immediately stop the thought. I have to do something, what was I doing. I'm not supposed to stand here and think, I was supposed to… take those clothes on.