It was cold. He was alone, except there was something different about this. He just didn't know what it was. There were stranded buildings around him, gray clouds were heaving - thick with threats, and he had no energy left. Still, the boy went to move but loud metal clanked and pulled him back, echoing the darkness around him. He looked down to see his wrists and hands chained, unable to escape the cell.

He's been here before.

Looking back up, a figure sat outside the cell, crying. There was a blurry light around them, enough light for the boy to see him. He had blonde hair that was jagged everywhere it stuck out. His eyes were an enchanting maroon red. He didn't know people could have red eyes. But that's not what stuck out to the boy in chains. It was what he was wearing. Was this some sort of costume? It was composed of a tight, black, sleeveless tank top, with an orange "X" across the middle - forming a v-neck. At his wrists, held two grenade-like barrels that looked like a weapon.

Why was he crying? Who was he?

"Izuku, you have to wake up. Please, you can't die like this. Izuku, please wake up!" He was staring at a body beside him, but the boy couldn't make out who it was. He was sitting on a chair and sat beside a bed where the body lay still. The blonde closed his eyes, continuing to sob. "Izuku-"

His eyes fluttered open and squinted, the light from above shined bright in his eyes. Blinding, blinding, lights. And as he looked up at the white ceiling (white, white white, god it was disorienting), a sickening feeling pooled in his stomach. Sick and alien and awful. He had been asleep.

Dreaming.

There was a steady beep of a machine. He turned his head to see a monitor indeed beside him. He analyzed a bunch of tubes and vital chords that were attached from the machine to himself.

It sickened him to his stomach to see all sorts of tubes and wires and various medical apparatuses connecting to his arms, legs, and head. He wondered how long he was asleep, dreaming.

Slowly almost dying.

"Izuku, you have to wake up. Please, you can't die like this. Izuku, please wake up!"

The memory left a disgusting taste in his mouth.

His mouth was covered by an oxygen mask, his finger had pulse oximetry, and a urinary catheter was attached to his IV stand. He tried to lift his head, or rather - any body part but came to no avail. He grunted in frustration, unable to do anything. But that grunt seemed to get attention from others.

"Y-young M-Midoriya.." He heard a familiar voice gasp in shock. He fluttered his eyes a couple of times before being able to fully move his head with a final gasp of strength he had and saw his mentor there, standing there in shock as if he was looking at a ghost.

He wore a suit that read "UA" and something else, but he didn't have enough time to process what was happening when the older man left in a hurry shouting something along the lines of "Holy shit.. He's awake!" and came back with what looked like the doctor.

This all felt familiar…

He blinked and realized the doctor was shining a flashlight in his eyes. "Patient 12923617, Izuku Midoriya - has woken up from a long coma." The voice had a masculine gruff tone to it. "He seems responsive, but his vitals are weak and his pulse is low. Generalized responses." There was a click. "Can you follow my finger, Midoriya?" The flashlight was removed and he was left staring at the black dots before they cleared away. Once they did clear away, he saw that there was an average middle-aged man above him, peering down. He might look average, but he was wearing a white cloak and he had a flashlight in his hand. Izuku saw the man take his finger and go back and forth in front of his eyes, and he followed.

"Good, good." The doctor muttered to himself as he looked down at his clipboard and jotted down notes with an old pen in his hand. He slapped the pen down and unwrapped a tub with metal things around it. "It's called a stethoscope. It helps us listen to sounds produced within the body, chiefly in the heart or lungs." With one final sigh, he disappeared from view before appearing again. This time he had taken off the stethoscope and the flashlight was gone from his hand. "Izuku Midoriya, my name is Dr. Ujiko and I've been supervising you for the past few months." He pushed his glasses up his nose more. "Your body and mind went into a coma after a terrible incident at UA, with a former classmate. There were minor injuries on the other boy, but you were the lad who had the most damage."

The doctor continued. "Since you awoke from your coma, your teacher was informed along with a couple of classmates and your mother. Your mother will be the only one visiting until given notice." He looked down at his watch. "Your mother has been informed and will be here soon."

"Ok." His hoarse voice replied. It's been a few hours since he awoke and everything immediately felt off. When the doctor had left the room, there was an instant corruption from outside. Izuku couldn't recall any recognition of their voices, but then again, he had been asleep for a while - of course, he wouldn't recognize their voices.

Sometime must've gone by..

He could hear people shouting and protesting, but with the final yell, everyone had gone silent. The door opened and he heard footsteps. "Ohh! Izuku!" There was a high-pitched squeal and he was hugged. Izuku turned his head the slightest to the left but grunted when nothing else had happened. The person hugging him was a woman with short, green hair curved into a bob with straight bangs. Her cheeks were pink from smiling, but her eyes were dull and puffy - as if she had lost a son. "My baby!" She cried, clutching him tighter, crying loudly.

When Izuku tried to hug her back, he couldn't. "That's normal for you to make a little movement. I wouldn't suggest trying to move more than what you can handle." The doctor said from the door, smiling as he stared at the group in the room.

"Don't you dare fucking touch him!" There was a gruff voice and as soon as that was said, the girl was ripped off of Izuku and was replaced with a spiky, blonde-haired boy who looked his age and had taken his place right beside Izuku with his hand on his hair. What was he wearing? It looked like he was getting dressed for a party. Izuku found it amusing but returned to reality when a voice was talking.

"Bakugo, you can't just-"

"I can't just what?" The boy - Bakugo - snapped. "I've been waiting for a year for him to wake up and now that he's up, I'm not letting anyone fucking touch him or let him out of my sight." They growled.

"We already talked about this-"

"I don't care." The blonde looked over his shoulder and met eyes with Izuku, who had a stern look on his face. He hadn't tried talking, the blonde noticed from earlier. Izuku realized that the blonde-haired boy had blood-red eyes. There were bags under his eyes and it looked like he had been crying. "Hey," Bakugo said in a softer tone than Izuku had ever heard him speak.

Leave a comment on what you think