? Benevolence ?

[TW: Death mentions.]

After some internal debate, I head to my dorm. Aizawa walks with me. I'm greeted with the sight of the entire class sitting in the common area in silence. Everyone turns as we enter the building. Kirishima is the first to speak.

"[N/n], is your mom...?"

...alright?

...okay?

...alive?

A shock of pain hits me and I shake my head at the silent question; a heavy tension fills the room.

His face falls.

I drop my gaze and move towards the stairs, all the attention suddenly crushing me. Someone takes my hand and I look up to see Bakugou. He doesn't meet my gaze, simply walking with me in silence.

Reaching the room, I leave the door open and drop to the floor, not sure what to do now. The ashy blond sits beside me and pulls me into a surprisingly gentle hug. I struggle to stay together but my strength quickly crumbles. I cry softly into his shoulder.

When I finally pull back from the embrace, I notice Kirishima in the doorway. There's a sad gleam to his eyes. He takes a step into the room before speaking quietly.

"Is there anything we can do?"

I drop my gaze, struggling to speak coherently. "...I ju-just d-don't wanna b-be al-alo-one."

Bakugou's rough voice is the one to respond. "That's easy. Shitty hair, get that stupid insomniac he likes."

Minutes pass and we're soon joined by Hitoshi as he rushes into the room. He's completely out of breath but heads for me immediately; dropping to my side, pulling me into his arms.

For the first time all day, I relax completely. I'm exhausted. Physically and emotionally. My throat is sore, my eyes burn, my tears have been cried out. I'm left feeling painful empty.

Kirishima joins us on the floor and I'm pulled onto Hitoshi's lap, my back to his chest, the other two boys settling on either side of us. Ryu makes his way into my arms as if he knows I need the comfort.

Nobody speaks.

Bakugou sits on my left, just present at my side. Kiri pets Ryu, his hand brushing against mine. Hitoshi gently traces shapes into my arm, humming the song from before. I still don't recognize it.

I'm soon lost in endless thought. And through my thoughts, I've found there's a great many of things I regret.

I regret not texting her more often.

I regret my lack of phone calls.

I regret not going to visit whenever I was able to.

I regret not telling her that I loved her every single day.

I regret-

No.

Pushing the thoughts from my head, I refuse to fall into an cycle of lost hopes and endless remorse.

Mom wouldn't want that...

Instead, I think back at what I was happy to experience. What I loved about her. The good things.

I loved all her beautiful smiles.

I loved the way she always tried her best to get off work to see me.

I loved how she kept every drawing, every card, every letter I ever made her in a pretty blue box under her bed.

I loved-