(Warning: Huge Manga spoilers at the end! Long Chapter!)

Songs: "Forever" by Lewis Capaldi

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The sports festival was postponed for a month for the recent attack in U.A. People again began to question hero society, since finding out a student was hurt. Something that hasn't happened since the fight with the league of villains when they finally showed their faces publicly and nearly destroyed the whole city during the first year of now class 3-A. Luckily, it was only Y/n who was hurt, since she was the target. However, the media didn't know that and U.A. also refused to let any information out for keeping her secret of being Aizawa's daughter a little while longer.

And unfortunately, finding out the sunshine of the girl was currently at the hospital, dampened the mood of the school.

Class 3-A was the most affected, for how close they've gotten to her. For some it brought dark memories of the USJ attack in their first year and the kidnapping and attack of the training summer camp as well.

Fumikage would no longer go out to poetry and his companion became very quiet too. The duo mainly kept to themselves now. Rikido who loved to bake and found a companion in baking, no longer found a point in making his delicious cakes. Koji who loved to show his animals to Y/n and have play dates with them, now had no one to go with him to the pet store. Mina who always danced with Y/n stopped dropping by the dance studio at U.A., a new addition they got last year, because of how depressed it got her. Momo who loves tea, and loved to have teatime with her friends stopped, because she no longer found the need to do it, if the person who loved it the most was not there with her.

So many of her dear friends were affected, the class hadn't realized how much she became one of them until she wasn't there anymore.

Even Ochako who isolated herself from Y/n at the beginning, was regretting bringing up the h/c haired girls' private life during the training that ended with her in a coma. If she wouldn't have said anything, maybe she wouldn't be in a deep slumber. And like many other people, Ochako did blame herself too. She knew she was a part of why Y/n ended up fighting alone.

To make matters worse, a rumor spread like wildfire through the school. That it was all Ochako's fault. That she was jealous of Y/n, and she confronted her with no good reason.

Which was not true at all...

That she was the reason why Y/n ended up in the PLF's grasp in the first place. Of course, her classmates didn't see it that way. However, not Ochako. She did blame herself even if they didn't. And since Izuku completely stopped talking to her, she isolated herself more than she already was.

It had been three weeks since the incident, and the girl was still sleeping with healthy vitals which was baffling to her current situation. The emergency surgery was a success, now all they were waiting, was for her to wake up. The doctors, believe she wasn't waking up because of exhaustion. But others have been skeptical.

She's been on watch twenty-four/seven, and only people who knew of her location were allowed to visit her. Scared something else might happen and she would be taken in the middle of the night. Only certain staff were allowed to go near her, and they were trying their best to make the daughter of Pro-Hero Eraserhead comfortable for when she finally did wake up.

However, there were no signs of her waking up anytime soon.

Eri and Miguel were not allowed to be anywhere near her because Aizawa was advised this would not be good for their mental health for how many people they've already lost. Katsuki, Shouto and Izuku refused to leave her side. Their friends were getting really worried. If it weren't for Aizawa, the three of them would be in the hospital until she did wake up.

If it also wasn't for Endeavor, Shouto would be with her without a care for himself. And Aizawa was no fool to signs of depression. He saw how quiet Katsuki became, leaving every chance he could to be at the hospital. Izuku wouldn't mumble in excitement anymore, keeping more to himself, and it's as though Shouto became a walking corpse.

He was mostly scared for the two-toned haired young man than the others because of how he was taking everything in. Unfortunately, Aizawa knew nothing other than Y/n could bring their light back. Even Eri and Miguel, were refusing to eat after they were banned from going to the hospital and though they were very upset it was for the best, even if they're too young to understand why.

The Aizawa family lost one of their members and after feeling complete, how could they not feel as though a part of them was gone?

Hitoshi would take on hero work studies during the night hours, barely sleeping to keep his mind occupied. Blaming everyone that ever hurt her, including her three boyfriends who were supposed to protect her. However, as her brother, he felt the most responsible. And it killed him he had no power to help her somehow. The family even got telepathic quirk users, like Y/n, to examine her but for some reason they could not get inside her mind.

It's as though her mind was locked with protection they could not pass through.

"Come on Y/n, I know you're a bit on the dramatic side, but this is too much. Why aren't you waking up?" Rosalinda sniffled. Silent tears sliding down her cheek while braiding her sister's hair, just like she used to when she was little. Her heart aching at the thought of Y/n never waking up. "Everyone misses you so much sweetie... I miss you."

She stared at the new scars on Y/n's arms. The deafening sound of the heart monitor, beeping to the sound of her heart. She was in a hospital gown, making it easier to see every battle scar she's endured. The ones from three weeks ago still looked fresh. Rosalinda ran her finger through the bumpy skin and silently cried. It was already hard for Y/n to move past the old ones, how would she ever recover from these?

How many more scars will Y/n get before it was the final blow?

The thought scared the brunette girl. How could her little sister survive all this and still have to endure much more? Why was the world so cruel to someone that shined so bright and still refused to turn against people?

If the roles were reversed, Rosalinda knew she wouldn't have accepted all the crap Y/n went through. She would have broken much sooner and turned against everyone even her family. And that's one of the many reasons why she admires Y/n. She took Rosalinda in with open arms, and never once expecting anything in return. Just like her family in Mexico. Always trying her best to cheer her up, even though it was supposed to be the other way around. Rosalinda was the oldest. She was supposed to take care of Y/n, like she promised her parents when they had been killed all those years ago.

A huge secret she's been keeping from Y/n in fear of how she would react.

She was able to see them one last time, however, she never had the heart to tell Y/n the truth of what really happened that night, and why this all started to begin with. She kept her mouth shut all these years believing it would never have to be spoken, but alas, every secret must be revealed even if that meant Rosalinda would end up losing her.

Because Y/n did hate liars, and this lie would probably change the dynamic in their relationship.

A soft knock on the door, interrupted the troubled older girl.

"Hey miss Aizawa... I didn't know you would be here today." Izuku's usual sweet voice sounded empty, full of despair and sorrow. His voice hitting a deeper tone no one's heard before.

"Izuku, you asked me to call you by your first name, you should do the same. We are way past formalities." She beckoned him with her hand. "Come here, I know how much you've been wanting to see her all day. And it may sound silly but whenever either of you are here, she seems more relaxed."

Izuku bowed respectfully and went to the other side of the bed, a chair already nearby for how often people came in to visit her. He eagerly grabbed Y/n's hand, and brought it close to his lips, kissing the inside of her palm with gentle multiple kisses. His grip on her hand tightened, heart conflicted from seeing her.

For one, he was glad to spend time with her. However, not like this.

Feeling how cold she was, he internally grimaced. He hated that unlike Shouto or Katsuki, he couldn't keep her warm. He knew how Y/n would run cold sometimes. It was always why she would steal Shouto's uniform jacket, though said boy never minded. If anything, Izuku knew Shouto missed her going into his room and taking his jacket from the hanger while she kept eye contact the whole time with the heterochromia eyed young man with an amused smile, saying nothing and then running away like she always used to do.

"Where are the other two?" Rosalinda asked gently, not wanting to upset him, bringing him out of his dark thoughts.

His eyes were sunken, skin almost pale from staying inside too much. Even his freckles seemed duller than usual. That was probably because they always popped out when he smiled, which he did so often before Y/n was like this.

Izuku not letting his eyes wander away from Y/n's sleeping form, answered emptily. "They'll be here later. Kacchan's taking care of Shouto... he's been refusing to eat again, and Endeavor is not letting him leave the dorms until he gets better. Which I think is only making matters worse for him."

Nodding Rosalinda gave him a reassuring smile. "I see. I'll have a talk with him and see if that helps again." Izuku smiled gratefully at her. For some reason whenever Rosalinda spoke Spanish to the aloof troubled man, he would gain a little bit more of his light back. "At least she has you here, right? Your mother isn't giving you any trouble?"

Izuku shook his head. "Even if she refused to let me come, I wouldn't listen" Clearing his throat, he looked up to Rosalinda's brown eyes, that were puffy from crying. "She knows how much Y/n means to me. Even though she still feels skeptical about all of this." A few tears escaped him, rubbing them away quickly, his heart constricted from the pain. "She's been wanting to meet her... I'm just waiting on her... to wake up."

"I'm sure your mother will love her, just like Toshinori does."

Izuku smiled at the memory of seeing his mentor with his mother. When he found out, well he was happy for them. But there was a part of him that wished he could have that lovesick feeling back, instead of what he was feeling inside.

Pure emptiness.

"You don't have to worry about Y/n and your mom not getting along, it's literally impossible for people not to like her. She used to call it, her MC power or whatever... She's a weird one that sister of mine... And hey, maybe we can all have a big family dinner sometime? Miguel and Eri have been eager to see you again. Specially Eri, she misses you so much." Rosalinda tried to make the sorrowful mood lessen. Wanting him to think of something that wouldn't make him feel like he is right now.

The green haired male smiled for what seemed like the first time in ages. "I'd like that."

"I'll arrange it then." Giving a kiss to Y/n's forehead as a goodbye to give Izuku the alone time he needed with her, Rosalinda got up and patted Izuku's tousled green locks. "I'll be back, I'm getting some fresh air. Keep a watch of her, for me?"

Determinedly, Izuku gripped Y/n's hand tighter. "I promise..." Mumbling to get her attention before she left, because he promised Hanta he would send her his way, he whispered, "By the way... Sero's in the lobby if you want some company..." He stole a quick glance to see her fidgeting form. "He tagged along with me. I hope that's okay."

Rosalinda avoided eye contact. She internally kicked herself for not being more careful. Now, Izuku knew... She'd been very reckless lately because of everything happening around her. With her throat dry she tried to swallow the lump of fear that grew.

"Umm..."

Unable to hold himself back he rushed in one breath, "I know what's been going on between you two. Kacchan confirmed it when I asked, and I won't tell anyone I promise." He mumbled quickly when he saw the slight panic in her eyes. "He only said something because I had my suspicions. He, sort of threatened me not to tell anyone too." He chuckled from thinking of Katsuki's famous glare directed at him, also yelling at him not to be a snitch. "I think you both need each other right now. Y/n wouldn't want you to suffer alone Rosie, and Sero's been really depressed too."

"Right..." With a sad smile the older sister bowed, thanking the green haired man for keeping their secret and walked out of the room.

Izuku's forest eyes glided back to Y/n's face. She looked so peaceful, and though she looked calm and serene, he hated it. There was no resemblance to the girl he's in love with. No fire, no flirty comments, or dimple when she smiled so brightly that he felt blinded at times. She looked like a porcelain doll.

Perfect.

Even with all the scars he was able to examine now, she still looked perfect.

However, Izuku didn't want perfect.

No, he wanted his Y/n back.

The one who always found ways to bring him out of his head when he over thought too much. The one who always fought Katsuki in taking away the spatula when they cooked together, because to her the blond man wasn't doing it right, and she would make fun of him and run around in the common room away from him as he chased her. Making everyone around them laugh. The one who always made sure Shouto felt safe and loved, and never once ignored him when he spoke. And because his voice was always so soft, she made sure to shush everyone around them so she could hear him.

The one who was so lively, always including everyone into everything she did. Always wanting to make them feel welcomed.

Izuku's known for a long time that he loves her, even if he decided to ignore the signs at first. However, just like Shouto and Katsuki, he hadn't voiced his love because it never seemed like the right time.

And now... well now, she wasn't waking up and they didn't know why.

"If you were awake, you would say something inappropriate about your sister and best friend doing it in the utility closet." Being alone, he let the tears cascade down.

He's been ignoring everyone who's tried to console him, but with her, he didn't care. God, did he wish for her to be here, to talk to him. She would know what to say and make him feel better in an instant. Sometimes she didn't even need to say anything, just by her being in the room, she would have done something silly to get him to smile.

"Please wake up angel... I can't take one more day of watching you like this. It's killing me... It's killing the three of us... It's killing everyone who loves you baby. I can't reach you. If only I had your quirk to know..." He trailed off, eyes creasing when a crazy thought popped into his head.

In a debatable way, he kind of did haver her quirk too, didn't he?

He couldn't use it on anyone else of course, but that didn't mean he couldn't use it on her. Maybe the telepathic quirk users couldn't get to her, because yes something was blocking them, but what if she didn't block her boyfriends?

They were connected to each other through her telepathic bond. They could talk with her through her mind too, as they've done plenty of times. Katsuki even mentioned once he had access to make a world her in plane when they were in her mind.

So, what's not to say, they couldn't go in and reach her somehow?

"Wait...Could it be possible to..."

His brain began to churn, working on haywire. His knowledge on quirks grounding him after all this time of feeling stuck.

Their connection was withering away as the days passed by. Afraid that it meant she was dying. But perhaps it was more of the effects it had on them that was going away. Quirks were fickle that way.

Her coma also proved their feelings were really their own because of how empty her connection felt. Y/n had been so scared she was influencing them on what to feel for her. But ever since her side of the connection was dormant, they knew for a fact their feelings were real. They stopped questioning it a long time ago, the only skeptical one was Y/n. However, since she was not using her quirk on them, they found out, they're pain was their own. Their love was their own. Their emotions were their own. And thankfully, even though very slim now because of the dying connection, they could still feel each other's pain to know how the other was doing. And thankful the connection, though small, was still alive.

As realization hit him, that maybe his crazy idea might work. He frantically shook his sweaty hands to calm down. Wiping the tears from his freckled cheeks and giving himself a pep talk to prepare himself.

Quickly, Izuku got up, leaning forward on the bed, caging her into his big form. He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes tightly, hoping and praying to reach her. That somehow this would work.

"Angel?"

Nothing but silence and the heart monitor could be heard.

"...angel, it's your freckled shooting star."

He tried again.

Still the same result of deafening silence was all he could hear as his patience was beginning to wither. He didn't have much of it these days.

"Please let me in..."

He pleaded, voice breaking from the small piece of hope he had left.

Beginning to crack...

Just as Izuku was about to give up, he felt the connection he craved snap into place, like a cord wrapping around him tightly. His green forest eyes burning with the scarlet flecks he so dearly missed. Pulling him into Y/n's mind. It was different than the previous trainings they've done with each other. And unlike the other telepathic quirk users who attempted to help her, he wasn't pushed out, if anything he was being pulled in with a great nauseating force. Being sucked into her mind, without knowing what would happen next.

At first, he saw black ...

Then felt a sensation of falling.

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Falling from a sky full of clouds that resembled, rabbits and turtles. Confused, Izuku landed with a thud and a yelp, on a field full of different shades of Lilies. Lilies that reached way higher than his big statue. Stems blocking his view when he looked forward and only having access to the sky high above. And just like before when they would work with her quirk, his surroundings looked grainy, details missing their sharpness.

When looking down at himself he found he was wearing all white. He was utterly surprised of the atmosphere he was in. He's never been brought here before, and it gave him a sense of calmness.

One he would always get when he was with Y/n.

Always like a peaceful dream. A dream he could escape to.

"What the ..." he whispered, surprised of the colors painted in this world. Different shades in every corner. "Where am I? What's going on..." He asked to no one in particular as he looked around.

Walking towards what he thought would be the exit, away from all the flowers, he found himself near a pond. Koi fish, swimming around aimlessly. Izuku was in awe of how this world was different than the real one.