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Y/N's pov

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A loud beeping from my alarm clock pulled me from my pleasant dreamless sleep and into to loud reality of the dorm. After smashing the button I sat up and listened to the sounds of all the other students running and yelling in the hall. I slowly got up and pulled on a pair of plain pants and a F/c shirt and continued on with my morning routine. I would want nothing more than to crawl back into bed and go back to sleep, but I promised that I'd visit Fatgum every weekend. After brushing my teeth I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My s/c skin looked paler than usual. My hair looked a bit frazzled, and there were noticeable dark circles under my e/c eyes. From what I remember of my mother, I look exactly like her. I sighed and headed out of my room, grabbing my go-bag as I slammed the door shut behind me. By now the halls were empty and the whole dorm was silent. I quietly slunk through the hall and downstairs.

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Musutafu, such a wonderful place. That is, if you like people and crowds. The streets are always full of people. Even at night there's always a few people walking or driving around. I tried to keep myself out of the crowd, or at least keep people out of my personal space. Today being exceptionally hard, due to some commotion. I slowly pushed my way through the hoard of people and managed to get myself towards the front line. Police stopped anyone from going any further, but I could clearly see Mt. Lady fighting a villain. I quickly moved back through the crowd and darted out into an alleyway. I followed it out to the other end and followed the main road to Fatgum's agency. I slipped my headphones on and played some music, letting the autoplay choose my playlist.

(This is the song it is Twenty one Two's cover of Mood by 24kgolden.)

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I head bobbed to the tune as I walked. Almost nothing could distract me. I joined a small crowd of people walking and just followed them. I was almost there when the smell of food took my attention away. I quickly followed the smell to a stand nearby. I saw noodles and my stomach cried out. I counted my cash, then I quickly got into line and ordered some for me. I thought of fatgum and decided to get some for him too. The vendor happily gave me the food and my change back and sent me along my way. I jogged the rest of the way the his agency, food in hand and headphones on.

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I didn't recognize the lady at the front desk, she must be filling in. The woman looked like she was fresh out of college, she didn't look like she knew what she was doing.

"Hi, I'm here to see Fatgum." I told her, she looked up a d her brows furrowed.

"Is he expecting you? Name please?" She demanded. She went from 0-60 really fast.

"Yeah, I'm supposed to stay here in the dorm area on the weekends. I'm L/n Y/n." I explained, her irritated gaze didn't leave me, but she did look me up and down judgmentally. I set the bag of food on the desk and slouched down.

"Just wait over there." She instructed and pointed to the hard plastic chairs. I scrunched my nose and grabbed the bag.

"Nevermind. I'll just go up then." I stated flatly, my tone coming out more harsh than I meant.

"Wha- what are you doing?! You can't go up there without permission first-" I cut her off as I slammed the door for the staircase. I hate stairs. But if I don't have to deal with that lady then stairs it is. I could hear her heels clack as she rushed after me. That just made me run faster, my anxiety kicking my feet into high gear. I made it to his floor and slammed the door behind me, I ran as fast as I could to his office and quickly closed and locked his door behind me. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and my pants as I tried to calm down. I could see Fatgum get up and try to comfort me.

"What happened? Are you okay?" He asked, I could see panic in his eyes.

"I-I'm okay. The new desk lady wouldn't let me up here." I panted, I could see relief flood him just as his office door was getting knocked on. He opened it and let the woman in. Two men accompanied her.

"I am so sorry Mr. Fatgum! She just rushed past me-"

"Its fine. She's allowed anywhere in this building at any time. She's a special guest of mine." He cut her off, then he waved off the security guards. I plopped myself into one of his chairs and set the food on his desk. The desk lady retreated back to the main floor after glaring at me. Fatgum sauntered over to his desk and sat back down. Surprisingly for how big he is, he didn't make even the slightest sound as he walked. I unpacked our food and handed him his to-go box.

"I was hungry, and I decided to get some for you too." I mumbled. Fatgum smiled and instantly dug into his food. I lightly smiled to myself and started to dig into my food.

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Fatgum had gone on his patrol and I was left alone to do as I please. I was peacefully laying in my bed, rethinking over everything. Nothing felt right. I thought about all the shit I have been through. My arms itched at the thought of all the needles they used. The room started to spin and give me tunnel vision. I quickly sat up, hugging myself, and I could feel the waterworks start up. This small room making me feel claustrophobic. I got up, my whole body shaking, I opened the door and stumbled down the hall. Everything looked different, it made me feel sick. I could feel myself hyperventilating, my breaths coming faster as my vision blurred even more. My tears made everything worse. I could feel myself scratching at my arms. My time spent with those bastards gave me PTSD. I feel like I was missing myself, everything felt wrong. I feel broken. Everything is wrong. I should be dead. My mother is gone, my father too. I have no one, I have nothing. My vision cleared up just enough to see that I was in the living room floor. Everything was dead silent. There's no one around to help me from this hell. An involuntary sob ripped from my lips, but I couldn't hear anything but my thoughts. Everything was blurring back up, my mind made me see that dark room they put me in. My body automatically went into a ball as I kept crying. I felt hopeless. I know they will come back for their "prized pet" as they called me. I just wish I would die. If they had just killed me back then, I wouldn't be troubling these people. I don't have the balls to do it. I could feel my sobs make my body shudder. But I couldn't hear my own crying, I couldn't see, and I couldn't will myself to move. Then I felt big, warm arms wrap around my body and hoist me up. I tried to flail away but whoever picked me up held me tighter. I started to feel more secure in their arms, my body slowly relaxed and my cries softened. The familiar smell of takoyaki made me relax. I was finally able to open my eye and see. My tunnel vision had finally stopped, and the room wasn't spinning anymore.

"Can you hear me now?" Fatgum asked, his voice was heavily laced with worry and fear. I slowly nodded my head yes.

"Are you sure? I found you in here, and you looked really bad. What happened?" He asked, he tried to set me down, but I clung to him.

"I-I don't know how to explain.. I starting thinking about everything that happened to me. Then everything felt wrong..." I trailed off. My voice was barely above a mumble. I pulled away from him and curled up on the couch next to him. He put his arm around me and hugged me.

"Its okay, don't worry." He reassured me. I kept my gaze in my lap. I'm being a burden.. My intrusive thoughts made me want to cry more.

"I'm pretty sure she had a PTSD attack on top of an anxiety attack." Someone piped up from the doorway. My head snapped up so fast my vision was blurred for a second. Tamaki walked in, and handed me a blanket and a glass of water.

"Its okay to have those. Especially after what you went through. We will try to help you through it." He added, I could feel his anxiety flooding off of him.

"Thank you.. for putting up with me." I murmured. Fatgum hugged me and Tamaki put a hand on my shoulder.

"You're welcome. Don't worry, we won't let anything happen to you." Tamaki replied, he had a slight smile on his face. I could tell he was trying to put up a confident front for me, to make me feel better. My eyes felt heavy, and I leaned onto Fatgum. I felt safe. My eyes fluttered shut and everything went dark.

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