The only thing you could hear was the muffled voices of your classmates and the shrill ringing in your ears. You spat out the blood leaking into your throat, looking up at the weapon in your stomach. Everyone looked horrified as you soon collapsed, the villain laughing and running away. Midoriya and Iida fell by your side, most of your classmates sobbing as Midoriya grabbed you and screamed. Momo was creating bandages from her arms, begging for someone to keep pressure on the wound and lift your shirt.

“Someone! Call the ambulance!”

Shoto was calling someone, Mina crying as Toru hugged her tightly. Nobody wanted you to die. Soon enough, the ambulance arrived on the scene, taking you away on the stretcher.

It had been a long time since they had seen you awoken again. It was school hours, so everyone was in class as you were in the hospital. You are awoken, your eyes bleary and your voice hoarse. You looked around, gifts, flowers, and cards littering your nightstand and spilling over to the floor.

Instead of calling for a doctor immediately, you began to card through everything. Izuku was always wishing you happy days when you read his messages, Aoyama writing something about how he wishes you can see his flamboyant self, Bakugo (not surprisingly and kinda surprisingly) wishing you to get better so he could fight you again, Mina wishing she could dance with you again, Tsuyu desperately hoping you’d survive, Uraraka keeping you updated on everything happening, Ojiro wishing you were there to see everyone grow, Denki wishing you happy days and hoping you two could mess around soon, Kirishima writing about how manly you were fighting for your life, Koda wishing you could see the animals outside, Sato bringing you treats, Shoji wishing how he could’ve saved you, Jiro sending you mixtapes of her music, Tokoyami sending his warmest regards from Dark Shadow, Shoto wishing you the best, Toru wanting to shop with you again, and Momo desperately wanting to hug you again.