Her dull eyes fluttered open as she first saw blinding light cast over- covering and blurring her vision with only just the milky bright rays of illuminance. Her e/c gems shone dimly at the light as she blinked once more, her vision still of mere shapes and colors as she readjusted her focus. Blinking for a few more moments she let out a sigh as shapes and colors turned into lines and dots, becoming finer and more detailed until she saw clear and familiar objects- staring at a concrete ceiling along with a dim yellow light lamp that hung in the middle of the room. She groaned and reached up to feel her arms, her arms feeling numb-like even though she was controlling her limbs freely, like they felt like they were someone else's and that they weren't hers. Strange. 

Using support from her elbows, she sat up with a groggy moan, her dazed and confused eyes scanning around the room. From the looks of things... She was in a prison cell. Iron bars surrounded the door of the jail, presumably how she got there, yet she couldn't recall how she got here, or who carried her- she had no memory whatsoever of how she got there. She placed a hand on her forehead as her head spun around to further examine the room with what she could tell or recognize. 

It was truly a small room. She had slept on one of those beds that had those thin and hardly comfortable mattresses, with only a plain blanket that could barely cover her whole body as a cover and with an intolerable and harrowingly soft that her head could go through and feel the rigid and solid mattress. It wasn't very sleepable material, but it was what she had slept on. How long had she slept? She didn't even know. Her eyes wandered to a toilet to her right, grimacing when she had just realized she slept next to a dirty and most likely used-too-many-times toilet. She had a sink right across from the toilet, prepped up against the wall and only about a feet or two away from the toilet. Thank god the bathroom-related furniture had hardwood underneath them- it was so hard to clean things out from carpet. 

A window instilled in the middle of the wall made her insufferable as she hoped she wasn't on the first floor of the prison building, as it would be very awkward if someone was to walk past the window and see her crapping. For a prison cell, it held a lot of everyday things that criminals and crooks could use to have a semi-everyday life. She had newspaper, soap, brooms, she was lucky enough to even have a toilet lid- she had heard of extremely filthy and bare walls in prison cells in America. 'Land of the Free.' Yeah right. 

Looking to the left, she saw a table with a generous amount of items on there, some eating utensils (obviously nothing sharp, but she supposed she could stab somebody with chopsticks if it was a dire time), and oh shit, that was a pile of toilet paper. Geez, prisons in Japan are another thing. Seriously, she was given toilet paper? That was already more of a luxury than she had in her own home last time she remembered. 

Home... 

Home was of where she was in Shota's arms, smelling into his cologne and coffee-scented form as his arms wrapped around her body, pulling her into a tight and warm embrace where only they mattered in this world when it was just them together, feeling like they could overcome the world together. Home was where she could chat freely and speak her mind without an ounce of fear for judgement from Shota Aizawa, the boy she had fallen in love with. Home was where she continued to love more and more of every second she spent with the ravennette boy, where she could touch, interact, and trust someone with all of her heart for once. 

Home wasn't the place where her count of scars grew each time she had entered the building. Home wasn't the smell of alcohol and beer that filled her home. Home wasn't a place where the only memories made were of pain, suffering, and loneliness. The place she would call 'home' wasn't in fact home at all, no it was her hell, second to school of course. 

She felt a pang go through her head as she let out a groan from the sudden pain that flashed inside of her mind, her eyes shutting tightly as she gripped her head. Once again, this headache- soon about to become a migraine, it was familiar- she had felt this pain before. God damn it, it hurt so fucking much. Images, pictures, paintings, drawings, they soon began to blend together but at the same time separate into cleaner less pixelated, and the pixels and bits of code of her mind beginning to create a better resolution, as the digital imprints in her storage soon began to unblur and she had the ability to decipher them, one by one and detail what she was seeing. 

Faces were what she saw first, at first she couldn't recognize them but then names and descriptions started being linked to each appearance as she groaned. Cadet-grayed neck length messy tendrils paired with eyes of red insanity along with scared and worn-down skin, the familiar scowl and those blood-hued eyes that carried hatred and despise in them. The constant scratching of his chapped skin, was a distinct trait of him. 

She then took a deep breath as she started recollecting more specifics on the male, her eyes widening as she then gazed back at the description of him. 'Eyes of red insanity?' 'Blood-hued eyes that carried hatred and despise?' She had encountered a villain, perhaps a potential murderer. No, he wasn't a murderer, he was more than that. He was more than just a villain to her, he wasn't a stranger at all- no, she for some reason knew this man well, as she tried to recall the fragments in order to piece together why this male had been reappearing in her recent memories. Recent memories. That meant she had just not long ago been associated with him; a villain. And she was a villain. Wasn't she training to be a hero-in-training? Why was she with a villain? Why was she so familiar with the young adult? Was she involved with an attack? Wait no, she couldn't be with a villain! After all, she was training to be a hero!

She was supposed to be a hero to forever remain by Shota's side! She wouldn't ever change that! She vowed to stick and stay with Shota, to watch him grow and become the great Eraserhead, a name that will know his name, and she would fade into the background as she would watch Shota strive and move ahead of her. She would remain by his side right until she could finally say the words that she had always wanted to say to him. To say the very words that she had kept in her heart, locked and just waiting to burst from her lips- to confess her very love for him because of the years he had stuck by her- the times they simply shared happiness and their sorrows. The laughter, the banter, the everything, why would she throw all of that away? Why had she met that villain, and suddenly became agonizingly familiar to him? 

No, it couldn't be...

Horror and shock ran across her face, as a dreadful and ghastly painfully awareness shook her entire core as her breath hitched. How was it possible...? 

"You should have never gone to UA."

"What a worthless piece of shit! Look at you! You're so pathetic." 

"You'll never be a hero." 

"You'll never amount to anything Y/N." 

"Stop bitching and be a good little whore for me, you slutty girl." 

No! 

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter but I hoped this was good. This chapter was supposed to be way longer and had some significant plot, but I lost motivation and time to write as long as I wanted to, so that'll be later. :D Also, we almost have 3k views. Thank you guys so much for the views. Wonder how much we'll get once this book is done (hopefully?). I love this book to death and I love you guys to death and I still have plans for what's next. I still have cringey kinda- specials that will be posted later when that part of the plot is written but okay. :) Thanks for those that comment and vote, I love the support guys. You guys are the best. This is the most I ever got! Also, what's your favorite part of Y/N's perspective so far, now that it has been specified. And also- other than the obvious memory loss, what exactly happened to her?