Your eyes slowly flutter open, your head immediately starting to pound as your body woke up. The lights in the room were dimmed, the feeling of a soft bed underneath you calming your nerves, even if just a little. You take a moment to look around the room, becoming more aware of your surroundings. You glance up, noticing Katsuki, standing in the corner of the room, arms crossed. He had that usual grumpy look on his face, but something in his eyes felt different. Guilt, maybe.

You make eye contact, and you swear you saw his expression soften. His head turns away from you after a few seconds, his mouth opening, but nothing coming out. He had said something to someone, but you couldn't hear what he said, or tell who else was there.

Your whole body ached, the softest ringing in your ears. You remember, however long it was ago–hours, days maybe–the explosion. Training with Katsuki got too competitive. He made an explosion too big and way too close to your ears. All you could remember was flickers of blood on your hands, feeling something warm drip down from your ears. People yelled things at you; faint, muffled voices that sounded like a distant whisper in your mind. You couldn't take the unbearably loud ringing in your ears, the pure agony that rushed through your body, so you screamed. A blood curdling scream. Louder than you've ever heard before.

It was all so vivid, yet so vague, like watching a movie from the 1950s. You shifted in the bed, a groan slipping past your lips. You turn your head to see Recovery Girl. Oh, that's where you are. She smiles at you. Her mouth opened. She spoke. You couldn't hear. Not at all. Everything felt fuzzy, and your head was spinning.