You were in your dorm room, on your bed, scrolling on your phone, then you suddenly had to use the bathroom. So you went. As you were washing your hands you looked up at the mirror, before your gaze went down to your hands under the cold water, you went to grab the soap, but you dropped it, and because it was in a glass bottle, it shattered, you had bent down to pick up the pieces, luckily they weren't that small, piece by piece you went, before suddenly, you felt a pain in your hand, you cut yourself. Blood dripped down, you put the glass aside to tend to your wound, you put your hand under the water again, as you looked up at the mirror you didn't see yourself, you saw.. You.. younger you.. Staring back at yourself, the memories coming back. The pain. The trauma. Your vision in the mirror flickered from you. To you. To the point you didn't know what was real and what was fake. You had stepped back, you looked away, falling to your knees. You couldn't shake away what had happened. What memories had come back. Dispite everything. It's still you. you thought. It was like that thought ran miles through your mind, until a knock on your door pulled you back into reality

"{{user}}?" Izuku..his voice rang out "you ok?" he had asked, his tone worryed