Nostalgia

Hey… how y'all doing…? I'm honestly so sorry for taking such a long break (It's been 5 months...) I'm so so so so soooo busy, but I love this book so much... AND DON'T WORRY IT WILL NEVER BE DISCONTINUED!

If any facts about (Y/n)'s home location or school don't match up with the first chapter I apologize. I'm not really gonna check but those first few chapters didn't really matter anyway and I'm eventually gonna go back and change them.

slight trigger warning (not much tbh): mentions of events from chapters Realities and Reflections mentioned.

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Narrator pov

The news of your coma shocked Akemi 6 months ago. The doctors said it was because of your bookshelf falling and hitting you in your sleep, but something about it didn't feel right.

Nearly every day during these 6 months, Akemi visited your hospital bed from 4-8 pm. Doing her homework with you, updating you on the drama in school, how the girls who used to bother you participated in the fundraising for your care, and how the community came together to cover your medical bills was how Akemi spent most of her time.

Other days when she'd have a bad day at school she'd cry at your side and wish, pray, to anyone who'd listen to her to wake you up. Her tears would always fall in vain though and became more painful on the days when your health spiked.

A month after you fell into your coma your body had a seizure. The reason has still yet to be found and your body seemed normal otherwise. However, this wasn't the last time it happened. Again a few weeks later and now, the worst one yet.

Y/n pov

It's dark. It's empty. It's cold.

The feeling of being alone in your own mind, your own void of existence. But then, the light at the end of an otherwise pitch-black tunnel draws you in. The warmth, familiarity, and peacefulness of it was enticing. You moved towards it. How? You didn't know nor care. As the light came closer you began to feel happier, as if you were returning home to something, to someone.

*RIIIIING*

A muffled school bell rang in the back of your mind. Your eyes were closed and you didn't seem to be able to open them.

"Akemi, let's go."

Your eyes opened to the sound of the familiar name.

You were in a classroom, but... not in the classroom. You felt as though you were looking at the dimly lit room from a third point of view. There but not fully there. The whiteboard at the front of the room, American flag off to the right by the door, and a brown-haired girl sitting in one of the neatly lined wooden desks froze you.

'Akemi...?' Your eyes traced her figure, her back to you as you watched one of your classmates walk up to her.

Jack, a mutual friend of yours, a kind boy with dark brown hair and soft clear skin called out to Akemi.

"Oh sorry," Akemi smiled at him and stood up.

Jack smiled, "Worrying about Y/n? I'm sure she's fine. She probably just forgot to text you she wasn't going to be in school today."

Akemi pulled her backpack straps over her shoulders and walked towards the boy.

"Yeah, but I'm still kinda mad at her," Akemi laughed as the two of them made their way out of the classroom into the crowded hall. "She left me alone in Mr. Harken's class! It's like actual hell bundled up into one 90-minute session!"

Jack laughed by her side as they walked through the hallways of your American high school.

You watched them walk from a fixed position which seemed to follow their every move. If they turned a corner your point of view would shift involuntarily. The entire thing seemed like a fever dream but in the back of your mind, you could feel it wasn't.

There was a bittersweet feeling to watching the scenes in front of you play out. Watching Akemi say bye to Jack and a few other friends who caught her eye. Watching her check her phone immediately to see if you responded to any of her messages.

Seeing Akemi get to that same fork in the road; one side leading to your house, the other to hers. Her hesitation, deciding whether or not to check on you but eventually deciding against it. The overall wave of nostalgia and sorrow, it all killed you.

Your mind seemed to flip through days at a hyper speed. You watched days pass and your seat remain empty at school. You watch Akemi become increasingly worried about you until she finally decided to go to your house and check out the situation for herself.

You hadn't been responding to any of her messages and it was seriously pissing her off. Even if you were in a fucking coma you'd still find a way to message her, of course you would.

"What the fuck do you mean she's in a coma-"

Akemi stared at your aunt who sat on your living room couch. Bottles of alcohol surrounded her and the smell of smoke contaminated the air. The room was dimly lit by one lamp in a far corner, giving the atmosphere a generally gloomy effect.

Kei didn't dare meet Akemi's eyes. She was too ashamed over the fact that she didn't tell your best friend, the way she was handling it all, and just how everything happened.

Akemi was angry, angry at Kei for not saying anything. Upset, upset about your situation, and that she didn't come to check on you sooner. Confused, confused about how this could've happened. And most of all, longing, longing to see you.

"Tell me what happened. Right now." Akemi used an assertive tone. She didn't care about the fact that Kei was an adult. All she knew was that the best person who could take care of you right now, be there for you, was her.

Kei remained silent for a few moments more before croaking out an answer.

"(Y/n) was hit in her sleep by the shelf that was planted over her bed."

Akemi knew that shelf all too well, it was your prize possession. It had all of your merchandise, books, trophies, and pictures, and it was far too heavy. She'd warned you about it before, that you should take some things off or move the shelf to an empty place but you'd never listen. You'd assured her it wouldn't fall ever and that it was secure. Oh, when you woke up she'd give you such a big talking-to.

Akemi forced out a chuckle and sat on a chair in the corner of the room, "Really? That's how that idiot fell into a coma. I thought she would've been taken out in some cooler way."

Kei didn't reciprocate the forced enthusiasm. "The doctors also said there was something else causing it. They said something about her mind or her consciousness or whatever, forcing itself out of her body."

"What?" Akemi said, holding her hair in a frustrated manner. "That doesn't make any fucking se-"

Then she remembered what you two'd had a conversation about just a few weeks before this entire incident. Shifting.

"No way she actually-" Akemi didn't actually care anymore what happened. She just wanted you awake and healthy.

Akemi stood up abruptly, finally drawing Kei's gaze. "Drive me to where she is right now."

"Do I look like I'm in any shape to be driving right now?" Kei gestured to her broken state.

Akemi rolled her tongue inside her mouth in frustration, "No but I can't fucking drive."

Your best friend only waited for a moment more for Kei to indicate that she'd take her. Upon seeing no signs Akemi picked up her bag and stormed out of your house, slamming the front door behind her.

Not 2 seconds after Akemi had closed the door, it re-opened reluctantly.

"What hospital is she at?"

"CNH."

"Give me money for an Uber."

"Coffee table."

Akemi hurriedly walked over to the coffee table in front of the couch and grabbed Kei's wallet. Since she didn't know how far away the hospital was or how much it would cost, she just grabbed all the cash inside.

Akemi turned heel and rushed back towards your front door.

"I'm sorry," Kei called after her, momentarily stopping the girl's movements. "and thank you. (Y/n) is lucky to have a friend like you. You're definitely more useful right now than I am."

Akemi didn't respond or turn around, but Kei knew she'd heard. You were indeed lucky to have a friend like Akemi.

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Akemi paid the young man who drove her to the hospital and rushed inside the large colorful building. It was much too welcoming for a place where people were sick, dying, and in comas.

You'd almost forgotten that you were watching scenes play out. You'd gotten so wrapped up in everything that you'd also forgotten that you were inside that hospital, or at least your body was. At this point, your point of view was locked onto Akemi's every action. You could also feel things she felt, whether that was actually true or you were just overstimulated was unclear.

After passing through the front desk, Akemi was escorted to your room. Kei had apparently added her to a list of people who were allowed to see you, so Akemi was very thankful for that. She'd also calmed down a lot on the drive over. She was now only worried about actually seeing you and how she'd handle it.

On the walk over to your room the nurse briefed Akemi on your condition.

She said that there was nothing physically wrong with you anymore. The shelf had merely given you a bruise and you weren't actually concussed. She also said that the doctors weren't fully sure what was keeping you asleep. Even if the hit was hard enough to knock you out, you should've woken up at the most a few hours later.

All these facts just worried Akemi more. Could your hit and your attempts to shift have crossed somehow? Mixing each other up or worsening the other? If you did shift, how was that affected by the hit? Would you ever be able to wake up?

No, she shouldn't think like that. Akemi shook all the taboo thoughts away as she faced the white door to your room.

She was nervous to say the least but pushed through anyway.

As soon as Akemi walked in she could feel the tears that she'd held back this entire time just rush forward. The nurse excused herself and closed the door behind her, leaving you and Akemi alone.

Akemi silently cried as she looked at you unconscious on a hospital bed. You were wearing a hospital gown and your head and body were connected to several monitoring systems. Akemi wore a pained smile on her face as she walked over to the chair by your bedside.

Though you couldn't exactly tell, you knew you were crying as well. You couldn't feel your body and your experience right now was very distorted, but you could definitely tell you were crying.

"You idiot," Akemi hung her head low, her long hair draping the sides of her face, making it hard to see her expression. Akemi held your hand and felt how cold and almost lifeless it was.

She stared at your face with a lot of emotion, emotions that a friend would not normally have. With each beep of the heart monitor Akemi fell deeper and deeper into sadness, silent, hot tears flowing down her cheeks.

Akemi rested her head on your chest and felt the rising and falling of your breaths as she stared at you with her deep brown, glossy eyes.

The weight of the scene strained your every muscle especially as you came to the realization that this was just the start of the period that you were in a coma. Just as this thought crossed your mind, the scene in front of you washed away into a puddle.

You heard distant running feet and rain pouring around you. Then suddenly a foot ran through the puddle you were stuck looking at.

Akemi was running through the rain with a horrified look on her face. Sprinting down the same road you'd seen just moments before, she was heading towards the hospital.

Akemi didn't seem to care for her safety as she ran through the streets, people yelling at her, cars honking, the cross walk sign running out of time while she was in the middle of the road.

Cars started moving as their light turned green, but Akemi was still in the middle of the street. She continued to run to the other side as a car narrowly missed her, the driver cursing her out from the window and many bystanders staring at her panting figure.

Akemi only stood to catch her breath for a short moment on the other side of the road before she continued running.

Akemi reached the hospital and stumbled up to the front desk, wetting some of the flyers that were placed on the counter.

"(Y- Y/n). I'm here to see (Y/n) (L/n)," Akemi said between gasps.

"Um," the secretary said, very much startled. "Right now that room is under conditions where I can't let you in. You can wait here and fill out this paper so you'll be able to see the patient when the time passes."

The secretary passed over a clip board with a mandatory visitor information sheet thing and a pen.

Akemi grabbed the form hesitantly before turning to the waiting area seats. People who were staring at her situation quickly turned away, but Akemi caught all of their judgmental eyes. However, one pair of eyes that she glossed over had that same panic she was feeling.

Akemi walked over to those eyes and sat next to them, her head hanging low. An arm was placed around her shoulder and rubbed her back in a comforting way.

"I just got here as well," Kei broke the hard silence between them. "They said something was going on with (Y/n)'s vitals or something about a seizure."

Akemi didn't respond as she began filling out the paper she was given with shaky hands. Her hand was trembling so bad that the pen slipped out of her hand and onto the ground next to Kei.

Kei picked up the pen and slid the clipboard on the table in front of them towards her. She began filling out the paper for Akemi. Your best friend just sat there silently as time passed.

Your vision changed to be able to see Akemi's face more clearly. She had heavy eye bags that didn't fit her usually bright face. Her wet hair stuck to her face just that day...

'Wait- that day?'

Your mind raced back into your memories when you were first shown scenes like this. When you blacked out back at the USJ...

You snapped out of your thoughts when a doctor approached the two people who you hold dearest.

"You can see her now..."

Akemi and Kei almost ran to your room when they heard those words. Actually, Akemi did run to your room and practically threw open the door. Doctors were surrounding you, checking your vitals and cooling your heating body.

Kei came into the room not shortly after and sat down in a chair. Akemi followed her actions when the doctor came into the room to talk to them about your condition.

The events that followed sent a sickening feeling of nostalgia through your already racing mind.

Kei and Akemi's shaken figures in the hospital chairs. The somewhat stable beeping of your heart monitor in the background. The white curtains, and Akemi's soaked hair.

But most of all, the doctor's next words absolutely wrecked you.

"I'm sorry, but (Y/n) is in critical condition."

The feelings from that day started taking over you again. The confusion, guilt, irrationality.

Your breathing quickened as everything continued to play out.

Akemi and Kei bursted out into tears.

"As you know (Y/n)'s condition hasn't been doing well. She's had several spikes of mind activity and her heart rate has accelerated multiple times without explanation. She just went through a seizure of which we're not sure the reason of right now."

These words, these horrible words that had sent you into orbit not too long ago hurt your head. You felt like throwing up as you remembered the things you'd done to yourself that day. The blood you drew... the sensation of the cut... the air flowing over your body as you fell... fell until you-

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP* The heart monitor next to your body started going off, just as it had done the first time. The events that followed didn't change either. The pained screams of Akemi and Kei as they were

The two stood in the hallway not sure how to express themselves. Akemi was still trying to get into the room, banging on the door. Her hits gradually slowed as she weakly hit the door and placed her forehead against it.

Kei cried in silence with her back against the wall.

Their actions, tears, screams, it all hurt you so much.

However, suddenly their bodies became fuzzy. No, your entire vision became fuzzy. The scene began to glitch or merge with another one.

The people that the scene flickered out with were in the same positions in a hallway with slightly different colors. Kei's body flickered into a man's. Her short gray hair being exchanged with mid-length messy black hair. Akemi's broken frame didn't change much except for the fact that her hair changed to white and became a little longer. Her face didn't change all that much either besides a few slight features.

Then it hit you. You were seeing the My Hero version of the event. You had almost forgotten you were unconscious in their world too.

Oshiro was standing with her head against the door, and Aizawa was standing with his arms crossed leaning against the wall. This was the most emotion you'd seen either of them express. Oshiro was usually calm and bubbly, but her pained sobs contradicted that. For Aizawa, it wasn't unusual for him to be quiet, but this silence was different. Tears slowly rolled down his cheeks but to anyone else they were hidden by his hair.

The images continued to flicker back and forth until it settled on the My Hero verse.

Your vision switched to a reporter outside UA who was giving a statement.

"I am outside UA right now as the storm continues to grow above it. The earthquake hasn't ceased either so we urge you to find a safe location.," the reporter said, her hair flying everywhere. "As of right now we are not sure of the estimated injured or dead count in the area. Car accidents are happening left and right so we don't advise evacuating. Find a safe place with no windows and protect yourself."

If you could see yourself right now you could be sure all the color was drained from it. You- had killed innocent people.

You almost lost it again, but this was all probably because of your emotions. Just like what happened at the USJ, maybe this was similar.

You tried to calm yourself the best you could and relax your body, hoping that that would wake you back up. You'd much rather peacefully regain consciousness rather than... other means.

As you relaxed your body, you began to feel more things on your body. Your hands, legs, fingers. The somewhat soft hospital bed you were laying on and the thin sheets that covered you. Before opening your eyes you wished that you were going to wake up and see Akemi looking at you through the hospital room door's window. Instead, you opened your eyes to meet teary bright blue ones and shiny white hair.

"Oshiro..."

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Well... that's that... DID YOU GUYS LIKE IT!!??? I feel like I lost my touch... or my writing style changed.

AND AGAIN I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK- I just am so busy. I feel so guilty. But I love the feeling of finishing a chapter and posting it, and I hope it was worth the wait. To be honest, I'm not sure if I'll get into a frequent updating system.. so who knows how long It's gonna be until the next chapter. I just wanted to show you guys the book is definitely not discontinued.I hope you at least enjoyed it. I love you guys so much-

I hope you at least enjoyed it. I love you guys so much-

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Editor's note: it's been so long I'm sorry if there are mistakes I'm trying 💪🥲