Mina
8:15 am
I was at home, singing and practicing a new dance in my room, remembering yesterday at the hospital when I ran into Kirishima before I sighed and paused my music. "I can't believe he said he was going through with it.." I shook my head irritably before walking over to my closet, opening it, and looking around before grabbing a few outfits and setting them on my bed. Which outfit would be good for tomorrow? I thought as I looked over the two outfits I liked most before shaking my head and taking a picture of the two before sending them to Kurmara.
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can you help me choose an outfit?
I'm having a hard time deciding
I hit send before setting my phone on my nightstand and looking back at the outfits again, trying to decide which one would look good before I just grabbed them and hung them back in my closet. I closed the door and went back to my dance before I heard my phone pinging and I walked over to it, picked it up to see why it was going crazy. Everyone was in the group chat happy that Bakugou was back.
Sparky: Bakugou!!
Tapestry: Bakugou, you're back!!
Headphone: Glad your back
Invisi: Bet you're still a grouch
Boom: Even through messages you're all annoying as hell
I smiled at everyone's responses before joining.
Glad you're back!
Can't wait to see that angry face again
I giggled to myself as I looked through everyone's responses, not seeing Kurmara's which made my smile fade. "I get she says he was mean to her, but I thought she'd at least say something.." I voiced out loud before shrugging and checking to see if she messaged me back, but there was still no response yet. She's probably asleep. She did just get out of the hospital last night. I thought as I sat my phone back on the nightstand and played my music again, following the moves for the dance.
10:27 pm
I looked at my phone again, not seeing any new messages which made me sigh and set it back down. I pulled the headband over my head and back to pull my hair away from my face. I turned the sink on and put my hands under the water before leaning over to wet my face. I grabbed my face wash and lathered it on every inch of my face before rinsing it and grabbing my towel to pat it dry. I peeked over at my phone when I grabbed for my face oil before shaking my head. Once I was finished, I turned off the bathroom light and walked into my room, taking a look at the time. "No need to screw up my sleep schedule this summer," I yawned as I headed towards my bed and sat down, plugging my phone in before getting under my blanket. I decided to check the group chat again only to see everyone freaking out about something.
what's wrong?
why are u all crying in chat?
Everyone all messaged at once, barely making sense and making it hard for me to read each message.
Sparky: OMGG
Tapestry: ASHIDOOO!!
Gravity: did you not get the mssg???
Invisi: aren't you two friends??
Mido: I can't believe this....
Sparky: ;--;
Speedy: It's very unfortunate news..
what are u guys talking abt??
My phone pinged from an unknown number and I clicked on it, reading over who it was from before reading the whole message, and quickly sitting up. I looked at my screen, and scanned it over and over to make sure I was reading it right but sure enough, it was correct.
I am deeply saddened to announce the tragic loss of Kurmara Hayashi, a beloved member of class 1A. It is with a heavy heart that I inform you that Kurmara passed away this afternoon following a distressing encounter with a group of assailants in a local neighborhood. A Pro Hero, who was also a relative of Hayashi, discovered her with a critical stab wound.
Immediate action was taken to rush Hayashi to the hospital, but despite the efforts of medical professionals, she was unable to recover from her injuries and was pronounced deceased. This devastating news has shaken our entire school community, as we come to terms with the loss of a bright student and cherished friend.
During this time of grief, our thoughts and condolences go out to Hayashi's family and friends, who are undoubtedly experiencing profound sorrow. It is important that we support one another, offering solace and comfort as we navigate this painful journey together.
Kurmara Hayashi will be remembered for her remarkable spirit, kindness, and contributions to our class. Her absence will be deeply felt by everyone who had the privilege of knowing her. As we mourn her untimely departure, let us cherish the memories we shared and honor her legacy by embodying the qualities she exemplified.
Counseling and support services will be made available to students and faculty who may need assistance during this difficult time. Please remember to take care of one another and reach out to those around you for support. Together, we will find the strength to cope with this profound loss and preserve Hayashi's memory in our hearts.
May her soul find eternal peace, and may we find comfort in the love and memories she left behind.
I read it over and over once again, trying to make sense of it before quickly going to our messages to see that she still hadn't replied to me from earlier. She had just died when we were at the training camp and Kirishima had told us she was perfectly fine... I thought as I sat on my bed, my phone dropping out of my hand and onto the floor with a thud. I saw her face flash in my mind, the warm smile and friendly laugh echoing in my head. I covered my mouth as I leaned forward, feeling the tears in my eyes as the message about my friend sunk in. My vision blurred as the tears fell and my chest hurt. My body shook as I let out silent sobs. The last thing I remember her telling me was when she was heading home from the hospital and how next time she was going to tell Kirishima how she felt. But now she was gone. My best friend was dead and wasn't going to get to tell the person she liked her feelings. I clutched my chest, trying to breathe but it was getting harder and harder as I sobbed, getting louder until my parents came into my room. They asked me what was wrong, but I was incoherent and an absolute mess so I wasn't able to tell them about the message I received from the principal.
All I could do was hug them and cry, grieving for my friend.
Kirishima
9:26 am
I sat alone in my room, my mind consumed with thoughts of Kurmara. The memory of our last conversation replayed in my mind, her words lingering in my ears. "Once you get back, I have... I have something important to tell you." I wonder what she wants to tell me, the anticipation building within me. A mixture of excitement and nervousness coursed through my veins as I contemplated the possibilities. Could she have feelings for me too? Was she going to confess her own emotions? I couldn't shake off the feeling that I needed to be honest with her as well. "I need to tell her how I feel.." I said to myself as I wanted to let her know the depth of my affection. The thought of seeing her again and finally having the chance to express my emotions filled me with a sense of hope. As I gazed at my phone, waiting for a message from Kurmara, I couldn't help but imagine the moment we would share when I saw her again. I need to make it special and to tell her my feelings in the most sincere way possible. My heart beat with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, eager to be reunited with her and discover the truth behind her words. Little did I know that the message that would arrive would shatter my hopes and dreams, leaving me with a broken heart.
11:08 pm
I jolted awake, my heart pounding as I glanced at my phone. I accidentally dozed off, anxiously waiting for Kurmara's message. As I regained my senses, I noticed the class group chat was in chaos, notifications flooding in. But one message stood out, cutting through the noise, causing my breath to catch in my throat. My hands trembled as I opened the message,
I am deeply saddened to announce the tragic loss of Kurmara Hayashi, a beloved member of class 1A. It is with a heavy heart that I inform you that Kurmara passed away this afternoon following a distressing encounter with a group of assailants in a local neighborhood. A Pro Hero, who was also a relative of Hayashi, discovered her with a critical stab wound.
Immediate action was taken to rush Hayashi to the hospital, but despite the efforts of medical professionals, she was unable to recover from her injuries and was pronounced deceased. This devastating news has shaken our entire school community, as we come to terms with the loss of a bright student and cherished friend.
As I stared at the message on my phone, my heart sank. The words hit me like a ton of bricks, shattering my hopes and dreams. Kurmara, my friend and someone I had developed strong feelings for, had tragically passed away. A deep ache settled in my chest, and I felt a lump forming in my throat. In disbelief, I read the message over and over again, hoping it was some terrible mistake. But each time, the reality of the situation became more apparent. My mind raced with memories of our last conversation, where she had hinted at something important she wanted to tell me. I couldn't help but wonder what it was, and now I would never know. Tears welled up in my eyes as a wave of sorrow washed over me. The weight of the news was unbearable, and I couldn't contain my emotions any longer. Silent tears streamed down my face as I clutched my broken phone, the physical damage reflecting the turmoil within me. In that moment, nothing else mattered. All I could think about was Kurmara, the loss we had suffered, and the words left unsaid. The world around me seemed to fade away as I mourned the untimely loss of a cherished friend. The pain was raw and overwhelming, and I couldn't help but question why such a vibrant and kind soul had been taken away from us.
Kurmara's memory would forever be etched in my heart, and I vowed to honor her by cherishing the time we had shared and living each day to the fullest. But for now, I allowed myself to grieve. The tears flowed freely as I tried to make sense of this devastating loss, praying that somehow, somewhere, Kurmara had found peace.
Uraraka
9:32 pm
I sat in the simplicity of my room, seeking solace within its familiar embrace. The walls, painted in soft hues, exuded a sense of tranquility that provided a comforting backdrop to my thoughts. I had been sitting on my bed, engrossed in a book that held a special significance. The book I held in my hands was one that Kurmara had suggested to me not long ago. Its pages were filled with tales of adventure, resilience, and the indomitable human spirit. With each word I devoured, I could almost hear her voice, enthusiastic and full of life, encouraging me to explore the depths of its pages.
"The reason why I like this one is because there are very detailed descriptions of the outfits, so I couldn't resist getting it. I've had this for a while and got sucked into the adventure," Kurmara giggled, her eyes sparkling with excitement, as she handed me the book. Her vibrant energy was contagious, and I couldn't help but catch her enthusiasm. "I was wondering if maybe you'd like to check it out. I don't know how well you like adventure books, but I was wondering if you'd give it a look?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity and genuine interest. Taking the book from her hands, I admired the beautiful cover and the intricate font that adorned its pages. "Are you sure I can borrow this? I don't want to take it since you've had it forever," I hesitated, not wanting to impose on her generosity. But Kurmara simply flashed me a warm smile, brushing away any worries I had. "Of course! I don't mind sharing with my friends. If you want it, I'd even be willing to let you keep it since I haven't read it in like two years," she said, her voice filled with a lightheartedness that matched her cheerful personality. We shared a laugh, and her kindness washed over me, making me feel at ease. Holding the book close to my chest, I felt a connection forming between Kurmara and me.
It was more than just a book; it was a gesture of friendship, trust, and shared experiences. "I'll make sure to give it a read then. I'll keep my eye out for the outfits mentioned," I replied, my optimism shining through. "Good, and if you like it, you can keep it," she added, her words accompanied by a playful wink. Her open-mindedness and generous spirit made me appreciate her even more, and I couldn't wait to embark on this literary adventure she had recommended.
Suddenly, my phone chimed and I looked over at it, a sense of foreboding washed over me, momentarily tearing my attention away from the book. I reached for the device, my hands trembling with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. The words that appeared on the screen shattered my world in an instant.
I am deeply saddened to announce the tragic loss of Kurmara Hayashi, a beloved member of class 1A. It is with a heavy heart that I inform you that Kurmara passed away this afternoon following a distressing encounter with a group of assailants in a local neighborhood. A Pro Hero, who was also a relative of Hayashi, discovered her with a critical stab wound.
I dropped the book, forgotten, as the weight of the news settled upon my heart. The room, once filled with a sense of calm, transformed into a space tinged with sadness. The sunlight streaming through the window lost its warmth, casting shadows that mirrored the heaviness in my soul. My gaze remained fixed on the screen, disbelief etched on my face. The words formed a painful knot in my throat. Kurmara, the one who had shared her love for literature with me, was gone. Waves of sorrow crashed against the shores of my heart, leaving me breathless and shaken. As tears welled up in my eyes, I felt the room close in around me. The walls that had provided a sense of security now felt confining, trapping me within the depths of my grief. The ordinary objects that adorned the room seemed insignificant compared to the enormity of my loss. I clutched the phone tightly, my fingers trembling against its cold surface. Each notification that followed, buzzing incessantly, felt like a cruel reminder of the reality I couldn't escape. The room, once a haven of peace, transformed into a chamber of sorrow that echoed my anguish.
I sank to the floor, my back against the wall, seeking solace in the simplicity of the room. The absence of embellishments served as a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the ephemeral nature of our connections. The emptiness of the space reflected the void left by Kurmara's untimely departure. My parents, sensing my distress, entered the room, their faces etched with concern. They enveloped me in their comforting embrace, their presence providing a fleeting respite from the overwhelming sadness. In their arms, I found a sanctuary, a place where I could surrender to my grief. As they held me close, tears cascading down my cheeks, I realized I was not alone in my sorrow. Their love and understanding became a lifeline in the storm of emotions. Together, we would navigate the painful journey of mourning, finding solace in shared memories and supporting one another. "I'm okay," I reassured my parents, looking into their concerned eyes. They checked on me one more time, and I nodded, sniffling and wiping away a few tears. "I do want to be alone for a moment, please." They exchanged glances before giving me a comforting hug and promising to check on me in a few minutes, respecting my need for space.
As they left my room, I let out a small sigh and turned my attention back to my phone. I opened the group chat, and it was flooded with messages from everyone. Amidst the chaos, I searched for Mina's response. I needed to know if she had seen the devastating message as well. Sero and Denki were spamming the chat, desperately trying to get her attention. Then I saw Mina's name pop up, asking why everyone was freaking out, indicating that she hadn't read the message yet. I quickly messaged Mina, asking if she had gotten the message. The seconds felt like an eternity as I anxiously awaited her response. Finally, her reply came, and she asked what we were talking about. My heart sank. Mina hadn't seen the news about Kurmara yet. I typed another message, asking her to check her messages immediately. I hoped she would understand the urgency. Then, I set my phone down and rubbed my face, feeling the tears welling up again. I couldn't believe it. She had just been released from the hospital after the incident at the training camp, and now she was gone again. The pain and loss overwhelmed me, and the tears flowed freely once more and soon my thoughts spiraled with worry and concern.
As tears streamed down my cheeks, I couldn't help but wonder if Kirishima was alright. Kurmara and Kirishima had a special bond, and I knew this devastating news would affect him deeply. But it didn't stop there. Hayashi was friends with so many of us, including Deku and Iida. I couldn't bear the thought of their pain and how they would cope with this loss. Kurmara always had a way of bringing joy and warmth to our group, and now that light had been extinguished. My heart ached with the weight of it all. I wanted to reach out to my friends, to be there for them in this difficult time, but words failed me. How could I console them when I was struggling to console myself? At that moment, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for the friendships we had shared. Kurmara had brought us together, and her spirit would forever be etched in our hearts. I vowed to honor her memory by supporting my friends and finding strength in our bond. But for now, I allowed myself to grieve. The pain was raw, and the loss felt immeasurable. Kurmara's absence created a void that could never be filled. I wept for her, for our shattered dreams, and for the future we had lost. In the midst of my sorrow, I found solace in the memories we shared. Kurmara's laughter, her kindness, and her unwavering spirit would live on within us.
And as I wiped away my tears again, I whispered a silent prayer, hoping that Kurmara had found eternal peace, wherever she may be.