"You guys didn't have to come." I shrugged.

"You have a concussion, you nearly got hit by a car, probably not the first time; of course we had to come. If we didn't you would've really ended up dead on the streets." Bakugo breathed out, not as out of breath as Kirishima.

"Anyway! We're here to pick up Salem, since Nariko has been watching him for a while." I knocked on the door once again.

Unsatisfied with the unanswered beckons, I reached underneath the mat to feel for a key. To my luck, I felt my finger tips graze over the metal. I pushed it between my finger tips and raised it to the door knob. I shoved it in the key hole and turned it, opening the door and walking inside. The lights were off and the room was chill.

Shivers road up my spine.

A mewl echoed from down the hallway. I raced toward it. I turned the corner, into the decorated bedroom.

What I saw chilled me to the bone:

Salem sat on the bed, his head buried in his paws as he cleaned the crimson liquid from his muzzle. On the far side of the bed, halfway under the sheets laid a ghostly pale looking person. Her long, jet black hair dampened and tangled. Her lips frozen blue, and eyes glossed with a haze. Her tattoos looked like shadows over the sun's blaze. Small amounts of the ocean's weeds wrapped her body.

I cried out shrilly, stumbling backwards into the wall.

Bakugo came bounding down the hall in a blur. He jumped in front of me, almost instinctively. Kirishima was close behind, rushing to kneel by my side.

Bakugo looked back at me, confused as all living things.

"What was that about?" He asked in a loud tone.

I said nothing, I shakily stood up. Kirishima had one hand on my back, helping me up with the other. I peered over Bakugo's shoulder, to the bed. The bed where nothing laid.

Salem made his way over to me, rubbing his head against my leg, as some sort of comforting touch.

I picked Salem from the ground. He nuzzled into my neck and purred. He calmed my nerves.

"I got Salem, let's just go." I spoke softly.

Kirishima rubbed circles in my back as I walked to the door. He and Bakugo stayed back for a few seconds, muttering to each other.

"You shouldn't have let her leave the hospital, something could be wrong."

"She's fine! She's probably always been this crazy."

"Come on dude, that's not nice. I'm worried."

"She said she's fine! Now let's go. We're already late, we have to make it halfway across town, in the dark."

I laid my ears flat against my head. I probably have always been this crazy. I hardly left or did anything before now, so that may explain my sudden change in habits and temperament.

I reached the door, beside it laid a bag containing a couple cloths labeled 'Pandora'. I took the bag in my hand got ready to leave.

"Come on fleabag." Bakugo barked, heading out of the apartment.

I followed closely behind Bakugo and Kirishima, getting distracted every once and awhile by moths fluttering by.

We stopped at the gates of the prestigious UA High.

"I blame you for us being late!" Bakugo turned at shouted at me.

"They'll only know if you go past the censor." I stated.

He irked.

"Just follow me."

I showed them to the dark side of the campus, beside the girl's dorms. I walked to the base of the power pole at little way from the campus security gate.

I placed Salem in the bag and slid it over my shoulder.

I hoisted my self up the pole, struggling more than when I did it in my alternate form. Gratefully, there was pegs sticking out of the sides, where the power workers could get up the poles.

I wiggled up the pole and perched myself on the top platform. I gazed down the the two males below me. I glanced at them in confusion, they both looked all around themselves, covering their faces with their hands.

"Are y'all coming?" I asked them.

"How do you expect us to get across there, into campus. They have sensors at the dorm too."

I looked around. It was true, was I really expecting a couple of weighed down muscle bags to walk across the wires. They would surely fall and hurt themselves.

"Um. You know, just climb the fence." I shouted back to them.

Kirishima was first to react. He darted toward the gate, jumping up on it and griping onto the bars.

While they climbed the fence with incredible ease, I walked gracefully across the lines. Once inside the fence, I led them to a tree that's limbs reached up to my window.

I showed them the easiest way to get inside but, being them, they chose to attempt to do it their own way. Resulting in them face planting into the desk in front of the window.

I sat the bag of clothes and Salem down on my bed. He crawled out and started making himself comfortable.

"Wow, your room is still pretty plain." Kirishima butted in.

He was right though. The walls were barren, the only indication that someone lived here was the messed up bed and cat hair. And the undeniable smell of dark cherries that followed me everywhere.

"I guess so."