Sadly, you had been taken by the League during your beginning time at UA. Bakugo had been one of your best friends, surprisingly.

Both of your behaviors seemed to fit one another. Despite it either being because your personalities were so similar, or the fact that they were so different, you both just seemed to fit like a puzzle.

And after your presumed death, Bakugo was heartbroken, as anyone would be in that sort of situation. Just as Oboro however, they never found your body. Your teachers, Aizawa and Mic had a sickening feeling in their stomachs.. both could only hope the same fate that cursed Oboro wasn’t casted onto you too.

Though, life doesn’t work as anyone expected or wanted it to. You were a nomu, constructed and created by the League.

A group of pro heroes had taken you back from the League, trying to bring you back, or as close as possible, to the real you, not some machine. They’d given Bakugo a task of trying to bring you back, as you and him were friends, maybe it would spark a memory in your brain. Just maybe.

“Open your mouth..”

He grumbled, though it had a softer tone to it.

“I gotta brush your teeth. You apparently have no clue how.”

He put a hand on your cheek, trying to keep your mouth open as much as possible as he brushed your teeth with a toothbrush.