I was sitting in the hospital waiting room, after all the police questioning, a reassuring pat on the back from Aizawa, and too much time in my own head I saw a familiar face. With familar eyes.

I saw him before he saw me, worry painted his face as he looked around the waiting room, hoping I was there instead of hurt. When he saw me sitting in the corner with a trauma blanket the nice police man gave me, at least he knew I wasn't dead.

He made a B-line in my direction as I stood up, slowly, I felt nauseous even hours later. He didn't bother saying 'hello' he just pulled me into a hug murmuring, "Idiot."

I knew he didn't mean it he never did.

"I'm sorry." The sob that came with the apology was pitiful at best.

"Will you stop fucking thinking for a few seconds and let yourself rest." His hold stayed tight. So did mine. I was afraid if I let go I'd be driving away again.

"I was so horrible to you, I kept brushing you off and told you I didn't need you when I did." The guilt wouldn't leave me as I separated from the hug enough to look at him in the eyes. They were softer then when I last saw them, I was glad they weren't laced with pity.

"You didn't need me but you did need someone, and you were a dumbass for going alone, you could've been fucking killed." His words were different than his tone and actions. His words said 'I told you so.' But his tone was kind, caring even. I must have really worried him.

"No, I just needed you. I was an idiot for pushing you away like I did. I was an idiot for leaving after you asked me not to." I started to cry again, I couldn't help it.

he sighed with some sort of comfort.

"Don't be sorry for that, be sorry for not taking care of this wound like I told you to, now it's a scar." He traced his thumb over the scar on my head, from the day we escaped, I was an idiot and forgot my seatbelt.

"Bakugo, she's dead." I sobbed again.

I didn't have to specify who 'she' was. With those words he squeezed me tighter.

"She died saving me, I was so angry at her Bakugo I wish I said sorry." I confessed.

I didn't have much to be sorry for, but I think my heart deserved the closure. Now I won't get it.

He let me cry there for a while, eventually he made me say how much of a badass I was out loud. I laughed for the first time in a bit.

I guess I got what I wanted?

Maybe that's anticlimactic. I went on an action hero's adventure, saving my kidnapped father from my crime lord mother.

How come I didn't feel better? I felt more lost then I started. I felt like I was left again.

I know there's no such thing as a fur filling ending, since there really won't be an end. Nothings closing or starting. The same loop of regret, misery, and unknown x's and y's.

I know I don't have to do it alone anymore, though.