Art above is a digital version drawn by me of about what Yuki looks like. Just imagine she looks slightly more like Denki, especially in the eyes-

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The boy's screams softened down to soft sniffling as he heard a voice.

He slowly looked back in the direction of my head, seeing my tired eyes just barely open.

He gasped, falling back off the edge of the bed, nearly knocking down the girl beside him, who had been trying to pry him off me just moments ago.

"Y-Yuki...? Is...is that you? Are...are you really here...?" The boy asked, his voice breaking as he stumbled towards me.

I slowly smiled, although it hurt to do so, my cheeks aching as they pushed up against the plastic mask attached to my face.

The boy slowly removed the mask covering my face, his hands shaking immensely as he did so.

I simply smiled softly at his tear struck face, as he and the purple haired girl helped me sit up in the pure white colored bed.

"Are...are you really here...?" He asked, his voice breaking, as he held himself from bursting into another wave of burning salty tears.

I just smiled back at him.

I closed my eyes for a moment, gathering the strength i needed, as i opened my eyes again.

I slowly lifted my hand towards his face, cupping his face gently, wiping away the few stray tears that continued to fall from his grasp.

"Are...are you Yuki's Denki?"

"Yo-your, your Yuki, I'm your Denki! Your Yuki Ka-Kaminari.."

"No...I'm...I'm not Yuki, the pretty girl in the white room was Yuki, I'm number 11037. I don't have a name." I said softly as i smiled softly as his face morphed into one of confusion.

"No, no, your-your, your my little sister, your Yuki Kaminari, you've been missing for almost 7 years..."

He sniffled as more tears spilled from his face, grasping onto my hand on his cheek tighter.

"Yuki turned into the ash pile it the white room, she left the marigold for me to give to you." I said sadly as he began hiccuping again, as his stream of tears flowed harder than before.

"What, what do you mean? Your my baby sister, your my baby sister, you look just like her, you-you, you sound just like her! The blood test said you are her..." He said his voice breaking

"YOU ARE HER! YOU ARE YUKI KAMINARI! YOUR MY LITTLE SISTER! WHAT THE FUCK DID THEY DO TO YOU?" he shouted at me, as the purple haired girl tried to calm him down, not wanting him to probably attract too much attention.

I simply smiled back confused.

Yuki Kaminari had turned to ash in my arms...

She...

She said something to me....

But...

Why....

Why can't i...

What can't i remember it...

"Our name is Yuki Kaminari."

What...

No...

It's...it's her name...

Not...it was hers first...

It...it was ours...

It...it was...it's was mine...?

I'm...I'm Yuki...Yuki Kaminari...?

But she was...she was...

"Your the original, remember, survive, survive for me...your name is Yuki Kaminari, and you are the strongest bitch that this world will ever know..."

I'm...

I'm...Yuki...?

"I'm...Yuki...?"

The boy's screams suddenly stopped as he heard me.

He...he heard me...?

I lifted my hands to my mouth, as i felt my lips.

They...they weren't sealed...?

I looked up from my lap to the 2 teens staring back at me.

I couldn't stop the flow of salty tears that escaped my eyes, as i swiftly rolled off from the bed, getting entangled by the white sheets, pushing in the few needles that were in my arms deeper.

The blonde boy rushed towards me tears streaming down both our faces, as we just smiled at each other.

"Hello Kiki, how have you been?"

"Better now that your here Kiki."

I chuckled as i launched into his arms smiling so hard that i felt that my face would fall off.

We simply stayed there for a short while occasionally giggling like little kids, as we just held each other in the other's embrace.

I opened my eyes, as the door made a creaking sound.

It seemed that the purple haired girl was trying to make a quick escape, probably wanting to leave us alone to catch up.

"Hey...miss purple hair?" The teen turned around to face us, twirling one of her earjacks between her fingers nervously.

"Hug pile?"

"Are...um...are you sure?"

I just smiled widely opening my other arm out towards the girl, she took it as a signal to join us on the floor, entangled in a blanket in a three person hug pile.

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It had been a few days since i woke up.

It had taken a long while to catch me up on everything i had missed.

Which...it was a lot let's just say...

First off, it had been almost 7 years, and that i was now 16, and so was Denki. I actually laughed in his face when he told me, he didn't think it was as funny as i did.

Second, our dad had finally been arrested about a year after i had been kidnapped.

Let's just say dad isn't the best person, and he didn't like either of our mothers very much, nor did he treat any of us very well.

Third, Denki's mom started bombarding me with hugs and kisses, so much so, that a nurse had to pry her off of me.

Denki got it on camara and i will cherish that video for the rest of my days.

Well moving on from my apparently insane step mom, Denki was now in UA. I was genuinely surprised honestly, not cause i didn't think we could make it in, more from the fact that he had never wanted to go in the first place when we were younger.

He always told me that he would want to be an English teacher, and that he would teach kids with disabilities.

He didn't tell me why he changed his mind, but I'm proud of him either way.

Speaking of UA, the principal had visited me yesterday, and had a long chat with me about moving into the dorms in two weeks when they would be finished.

I of course said yes when he told me i was going to be staying with Denki's class, even though I would have to do a different course, rather than the hero course to help me with all the phycological damage that could potentially affected my quirk in a very negative way.

I didn't mind all that much, the principal, who's name is nezu i found out later, also has very nice fur, he even let me brush it out which was fun as well.

I unfortunately still can't use my legs, turns out with all my coolness i manged to fall off of a 36 story building, and almost shattering my legs when escaping the place they were holding me captive.

So I'm now bound to a wheelchair if i want to leave my bed, it is fun when Denki visits though, we rode around yesterday with him riding on the back of my chair. We almost did get him kicked out, i took the blame and said that i wanted to know what it was like to ride a bike since i had never ridden one.

It was a lie, and the nurse who caught us felt bad cause i probably look horrible. She ended up giving us pudding, it was very good.

Speaking of my looks, i don't actually know what i look like.

I know that i should look somewhat like the Yuki in the white room, and that i look almost nothing like my mom. The same gose for Denki. Turns out both of our moms didn't have the most dominant of genes when it came to the both of us.

I know i look almost exactly like Denki, and my hair feels longer than his too.

Your probably wondering why i haven't been able to see my reflection.

Well, actually one of the first things i asked for was a mirror so i could cut my hair, the nurses agreed, but they said they would have to watch me while i did it. Kinda creepy, but i didn't mind.

The thing is, when they tried to show me my reflection, nothing happened.

As in, i could see myself.

I could see the sissors i was holding.

I could see the hospital gown as well.

I could even see all the needles they stuck in my arms.

I just...i couldn't see my face, my hair, or even my body.

So after a few different tests from the hospital's mental ward, i was declared with severe PTSD, i had ADHD which we already knew since both i and Denki got tested when we were 7, and that i had a few other mental stuff i can't really remember. Although my OCD is still there, guess even trama couldn't shake that one off.

So now they think that cause of the severe PTSD, my quirk activates and i can't see myself at all.

And so, that brings us here, to today.

Mother visited me before she had to go to work a few days ago and told me that Nezu had offered to bring in one of his teachers that could potentially help with the situation.

I was of course not scared at all, the slight shaking, butterflies in my chest, and increased heart rate shown on the monitors had nothing to do with being scared. That was probably something unrelated.

I squeezed the Pikachu plush with a black and white bear hoodie closer to my chest.

It was a gift from big sis kyoka, she said that it reminded her of both me and Denki, and she thought I would like it.

I do.

It's the best thing I've ever fricking gotten.

I love it more than the fluffy pillow they gave me to sleep on.

I giggled, squeezing the stuffed Pikachu, probably suffocating the poor thing.

There was a sudden knocking noise, and when i looked up, one of the usual nurses had his head sticking out from beside the door.

He always sneaks in small chocolates, and helped me choose a few new flowers to put in my room to make it more colorful.

"Yuki chan, you have a visitor." He said softly smiling.

I immediately sat up straight, my eyes wide open and alert. "Is it Onii-chan and big sis Kyoka?" I asked a soft and hopefull smile plastered on my face. They were one of the only good things that didn't make me want to pull all my hair out, in this eye bleachingly white hospital.

The nurse shook his head, his smile faultering for juts a moment, before coming back brighter then before.

"No, sorry Yuki, they'll be visiting you tomorrow, remember?" I made a slight 'o' shape with my mouth.

"You have a special guest here for you, he's a friend of Mr. Nezu, he's very exited to meet you as well!" He said his smile widening, before motioning towards something outside the door.

He bid me a quick farewell, and a man with dark shabby hair, and what looked like a cat onsie entered the room.

The door quickly shut after him, startling the both of us.

Well...i think it startled him, he didn't seem to show too many emotions.

I curled back up into my bedsheets, hugging my plush closer to my chest.

The homeless man simply sighed heavily, seemingly tired of everything at the moment, before turning to look at my small figure curled up into a small ball, making direct eye contact with the man.

If i kept eye contact i could watch his every move, if he tried getting closer, well let's just say, shark food is best served raw.

"So your the new problem child then?"

I tilted my head to the side slightly in confusion, not understanding what the man meant.

The man's eyes widened slightly before shaking his head, and sighing again.

He stepped foward, sitting down in one of the chairs that had been placed beside the bed.

As his ass was about to touch the chair seat, the chair was moved backwards, causing him to fall down on the floor.

A ghost of a smile graced my lips as the man confusedly got up from the floor, going to the slightly moved chair.

As the man tried sitting down again the chair moved backwards once again, causing the man to land on his ass a second time.

He shot a glare in my direction, as he walked towards the chair that had now been moved to the other end of the room.

This time, the man gripped onto both handles of the chair, supposedly making sure that the chair could not move from under him again, and slowly sat down.

The very moment that he fully sat down, the chair was launched upwards towards the ceiling crashing his head into it, creating a large hole.

The man was then launched back down to the ground, as the chair began spinning at an inhuman rate. The chair was then flung to all corners of the room, knocking down a few things in the process.

Muffled laughter could be heard from beneath the blanket that now covered half my face, as I watched in amusement as the man was flung to every which corner of the room, unable to let go of the chair. I may have accidentally fused his hands to the chair...

There was a sudden loud banging from the other side of the door, along with loud shouting.

It seemed like there was an argument going on outside.

I had stopped laughing at this point, curled back up into the blanket, as the man was now floating in the middle of the room. I don't think he was moving.

"F...fuck...you...you stupid...mouse bear..."

So he was still conscious...damnit.

The shouting had now turned into whisper shouting, but it was too muffled to hear anything.

Still curled up in the blanket, i decided to knock up two birds with one stone. I think that's the frase, i need to ask Denki again.

Before anyone could think twice the door was burst open and the black haired homeless man was shot out the door and into the hallway. There were a few loud screams. Mostly one, it was really loud. It was either a quirk, or some dude screaming at a perfect girl's high pitch.

After a few moments Denki came running in, he looked really worried, his eyes were kinda red too. I jumped out of bed, and tried my best to run towards him, although i fell on my face the moment i got out of the bed. 'Damnit he's gonna know I'm skipping physical therapy now.'

"Thank God your ok Yuki! You scared me to bits! Don't ever do that again, ok?" He said as he ran up and hugged me really tight.

It was kinda constricting, and a little hard to breathe...but it was warm, and it was nice...

I slowly hugged him back, hiccuping slightly. 'Stupid emotions, stop being sad already.'

A man with long blond hair that was typed into a ponytail, with a weird pointy mustache and glasses poked his head into the room, and he had another boy with him, that had just let himself into the room without asking. 'Rude'

"You ok little listener? That was a lot of damage your did there!" He said in a voice that was half shouting.

A hand appeared from outside the door and slapped him on the back of the hand telling him to be quite, as the hobo man dragged him into the room but ear. He threw him into a chair he had turned upright.

Denki helped me back into the bed, as a nurse entered, and checked to see if i was alright. After she left, she closed the door behind her leaving the room in an awkward silence.

After a few moments of silence that i was perfectly happy to keep, the purple haired boy piped up.

"So what's your quirk blondy?" He got a pillow thrown at him.

"Bad Yuki, no throwing pillows unless there's a giant spider or a pillow fight." Denki lightly scolded me.

I just pouted slightly, as the blonde man chuckled. The hobo pulled up a chair next to the blonde man, probably not wanting to get launched across the room again.

"So Yuki, we're gonna do this quick, because I'd like to go back to sleep, and it seems you don't like me all that much."

As he said those words his eyes lit up red, and his jet black hair shot upwards. A mirror was held up to me, and i could see my reflection, but something felt weird.

Like...like i was...floating...?

I don't quite know how to describe the feeling, but i felt so much lighter, like something really heavy had been lifted off of me.

I gave a small nod of my head, before everything turned to black.

'I hope Denki-chan is ok.'

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An: god that took almost 2 months to write, damn I'm lazy. I even had to go back and reread it cause i kinda forgot what i wrote...

Hope you enjoyed the second chapter! I've kinda lost the motivation for everything at the moment, mostly just a combination of school and these pills that are supposed to help me foucse. Sorry if the ending of the chapter was kinda underwhelming...

Anywho, have an amazing rest of the week, and please consider voting!