We all set camp in a laundromat since the Nomu hadn't been in there for whatever reason. We put sheets we found in some random dryer over the windows so the Nomu couldn't see us. I curled up to my Hello Kitty blanket and drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I woke up to the hissing sound of a busted pipe. I didn't think anything of it because I had a loser mom that didn't teach me anything. So, I went over to Katsuki and tried to shake him awake—but he wouldn't wake up.

I guess he's just exhausted, I figured. So, I tried again, but to no avail. I then started to freak out. I had always fantasized about Katsuki in health class, so I had no idea how to tell if he was dead or alive! I scooped him up in my arms and started sobbing.

"Katsuki?" I repeatedly uttered in horrible voice acting. Each time I said his name, my voice got more choked up and higher pitched until I started to shrill like Mariah Carrey on helium. I cradled him in my arms and screeched to the ceiling, "AAAAAAAGH!!! NO, THIS ISN'T HAPPENING! THERE'S NO REASON FOR ME TO GO ON! WHAT—WHAT AM I FIGHTING FORRRRR!?!?!?"

"Has. . .Kacchan died!?" Deku shrieked. "But—but we were best friends!! Oh, the horror!!!"

"Did all the anger finally give him a heart attack?" Mirio wondered aloud.

I held my unconscious boyfriend close and wept into his hair. Around that time, Tenya approached us and knelt down to see what the problem was. He took Katsuki's wrist and felt for his pulse.

With a sigh of relief, he answered, "He's still alive. But his pulse is slow. I think he needs mouth-to-mouth recitation."

I flung Tenya ten feet away from us and barked, "If anyone's giving my boyfriend mouth-to-mouth—it's me!!"

"Spoken by the girl who flunked health class," Tenya condescended. "We need someone properly trained and certified in the art of CPR!"

He was right. True love's kiss worked for poison apples—but CPR worked for someone unconscious or dying.

"Isn't CPR for people whose hearts have stopped beating?" wondered Deku.

"Nonsense. I've seen the Dwayne Johnson action movies several times!" Tenya gloated. "Those are accurate enough!"

So, Tenya pinched Katsuki's nose and prepared to do CPR, but as he leaned closer to his mouth to breathe life into him—Katsuki punched him in the face before anything happened.

"Katsuki!!!" I pulled him into a secure embrace. "What happened? What's the last thing you remember?"

"Huhhh? Got cold, turned on a dryer, opened the door, and slept with my head in it all night. . ." he sounded like he sniffed too many Sharpies. I held Katsuki by the hand as he pointed to Mirio's floral skinny jeans and muttered, "Pretty flowers~"

"What kind of mushrooms were on your pizza?" Deku wondered.

I thought, Oh, dear. He's gone Denki on me. I can't lose the only sane person in this world full of crazies!!

"Why are you acting so out of it!?" I panicked.

All Katsuki could say as he looked into my eyes with a Deku grin on his face was, "You're purty. Wanna be my girlfriend?"

It was then that I realized I was in this for better or worse, sickness and in health. I was probably the only sane one left. So, I screamed, "IT'S A GEEK PARTY!!!

Tenya heard a faint hissing noise and turned to the dryer, just to see a busted pipe. "Guys! I think there's a gas leak! Maybe that's why Bakugou is acting so loopy."

"We need to get out of here then!" begged Deku, sobbing again like a little girl.

I drug Katsuki out as he frolicked and tried to touch every single object we came across. I screamed inside.

"When will Katsuki turn back to normal?" I casually asked, trying to get him to stop playing hopscotch with his M16.

"Who knows. . .it could be days. Unless the damage is permanent," answered Tenya.

"Permanent!?!" I tried to look supportive.

Katsuki started tell me his tragic life story while nearly tripping on his own two feet. I had to keep him balanced while he rambled off at the mouth.

"So, like—like my mom always yelled at me—then there was this piece of broccoli who pushed me into a lake and then tried to fish me out—then—then I got accepted into a school for Superman wannabes—and then this guy with ketchup and mayo for hair stood me up at the talent show—then like, this cat in a skirt made me put my hands in boiling water—and then I got captured by a hand with arms and legs and he tried to make me join his cult—and then this pretty girl saved me. And—and I just wanna go home!"

I was so disturbed. I only held him and comforted him, hoping this wasn't permanent. Why did he have to stick his head in a dryer with a gas leak!?

"What do we do now?" I questioned.

"As class president, I'll be in charge until Bakugou has an I.Q. again!"

"Like he ever had one?" Mirio wisecracked.

I pouted, "You guys are so mean! Think of everything he's done for you and look at how you're treating him when he's in his time of need!"

Katsuki was skipping around, trying to catch a fly with chopsticks while chanting, "Wax on! Wax off!"

Tenya smiled proudly. "Ah, Bakugou. Even when you're losing your bananas, your pop culture references never cease to charm me!"

At that remark, Katsuki did a pirouette over to Tenya, tapped him on the nose with the chopsticks, and said, "The pain helps you learn!"

Deku was huddled in the corner, scared. "He's finally lost it. . ."

We found an abandoned food truck and had breakfast there. It was still fully stocked, thankfully. I chopped up tiny pieces of a hot dog and hand-fed Katuski like a toddler.

"Here comes the explosion!" I encouraged. "Open wide now!"

He did as I said and said, "Ahh."

In a way, it was kind of cute—but mildly disturbing.

"What would you like to drink?" I asked him. "I found a half-full Capri Sun and some warm Sprite."

"You choose~"

"I'll pour both of them in the same cup."

"Slusheeeeee~" he slurred.

I poured them both in a red plastic cup and shook it. As I handed to him, I asked, "Katsuki. . .do you even remember me?"

"Pizza delivery girl?"

I couldn't believe my boyfriend forgot who I even was! This was so dramatic. What if he never regained his memory!? I started to tear up, but I couldn't let it get to me. I had to turn him back to normal.

So, I did the only thing I could think of and handed him a couple of sticks. "Katsuki, you used to play the drums. Remember? You played them a lot when you were little from what I hear. Here, take them."

He received the sticks and started drumming to a beat that was far different that what he would usually play.

'I dreamed a day like this, when children laugh and play like this, and the sun shines just for me, and I feel good!'

I couldn't believe the words coming of out Katsuki's mouth. I never thought he would say the words 'laugh' and 'sunshine' in the same sentence.

I cried, "Guys!! This is horrible!!" I cried. "He's acting like Jojo Siwa!!!"

Mirio laughed, "Before you know it, he'll have his hair up in a bow-bow."

"I dunno, guys. I kinda like him this way." So, Deku began singing along with Katsuki encouragingly.

After that travesty, we continued to look for our other friends. But the thing was, Katsuki didn't stop drumming. He beat on every single thing he came across with the sticks I gave him—including some of the guy's heads.

"STOP!" Tenya shouted. "You've been bopping me with those sticks ever since we left!"

"The pain helps you learn," Katsuki repeated.

"Poor thing. . ." I comforted. "The trauma back at camp got to him and that's the only thing he remembers!"

"Maybe we should give him other things to remember!" Mirio suggested. "What's something he likes?"

"His girlfriend," said Deku.

"Okay, well, that really narrows things down."Mirio then turned to me. "It's up to you, (Y/N). We need our leader back, so no pressure."

I folded my arms and groaned. "How am I supposed to do that?"

Deku answered, "True love's kiss, obviously! Haven't you ever seen Sleeping Beauty?"

"Yeah, but Sleeping Beauty was under a curse—she wasn't someone who acted like they escaped from rehab." I then looked down. "Besides. . .what if it doesn't work?"

"It's not rocket science, I could teach you if you want," offered Mirio.

"No, thanks. I choose life."

"Please, (Y/N)! It's the only thing that might actually work!" Deku begged.

Tenya pointed out, "I highly doubt it would, since he hasn't fallen under a curse. Also, curses are a myth."

"Fine, I guess I should. . ." I finally agreed. "But it's so awkward with you guys staring."

"Pardon me, then." Mirio fell through the sidewalk, leaving only his skinny jeans.

Tenya turned away from us and saw that Deku was still staring, bug-eyed. So, he held his hand in front of his eyes.

I turned to him but he was distracted by drumming a nearby trash can. So, I took his hand and stared into his eyes, causing him to drop the sticks on the ground. I closed my eyes and leaned in to press my lips ever so quickly against his. But before I could, he whipped his head in the other direction and stared at the sky while holding out his hand dramatically. The clouds began to cover the silvery moonlight and caused his eyes to reflect the Egyptian red sea. I felt like I entered a Backstreet Boys music video.

He suddenly broke out in song.

'But when you kiss me like this. And you hold me like that. I just have to admit that it's all coming back to me~ When I kiss you like this, and I hold you like that. It's so hard to believe but it's all coming back to me~'

Nomu were entranced by his beautiful singing and lined up behind him as backup dancers. Katsuki stepped on top of a pile of garbage and held his arms out, still singing.

'There were moments of gold and there were flashes of light~ There were things I'd never do again
but then they'd always seemed right~'

"Like what? Singing this unnecessary song?" said Tenya, who got elbowed by Deku.

All the Nomu joined together and did the cancan dance behind Katsuki—who was spinning around while vocalizing.

'If you forgive me all this~ If I forgive you all that~ We forgive and forget and it's all coming back to me~'

"Is he done yet?" Deku wondered aloud.

"Shh, I think we're on to something here."

I was awkwardly existing, wondering if I somehow made it worse.

"At least he's not switched onto Spanish mode like Buzz Lightyear," Deku laughed.

"Katsuki, stop singing. Do you remember me!?" I begged.

"I just sang a whole song about it!"

"But you never kissed me like this or held me like that, so I just figured you were still insane."

"Let's talk. . .in private."

He led me to the cab of the food truck and we sat there with all the windows busted open. We could hear Deku munching on his catfish tacos.

"How private," I snarked.

"It's as private as you can get around here. It was either this or the sewer."

"Wow, okay. So, what do you wanna talk about?"

"Listen, babe. Thanks."

"For what?"

"Saving me or something. Not abandoning me with the losers while I was Denki mode."

I blushed.

"Next. It's not that I don't wanna kiss you—but I do and don't but I do."

"What does that even mean?" I asked.

"When I do, I don't want Deku and Sonic the Knock-off-hog to be an audience. You deserve more than that."

"I don't think it can get much better than this in an apocalypse," I chuckled.

"Look, I just don't think it's right to kiss by a food truck."

"But—"

"No." He then opened the driver door and looked at me one last time before doing finger guns and clicking his tongue. But he tripped and took a nosedive to the pavement but his hair cushioned his fall. Then he casually muttered, "Curse you, All Might figurines."

I couldn't help but smile. My Katsuki was back to normal.

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Lots of ppl on Quotev wanted me to make Katsuki go insane so yes.