Kaito found himself in a vast fiery landscape. The sky was ablaze with rich orange and red hues as if the sun had exploded and engulfed the heavens in flames. He stood in the middle of a burning field, the heat was oppressive and stifling. Thick smoke hung in the air, making it difficult to breathe. In the distance, he could see the silhouette of a house, barely visible through the flames.

He sprinted toward the house, his legs moving easily despite the chaos around him. As he got closer, he could make out the details of the house more and more clearly. It was old, with wooden beams that were charred and cracked. Flames licked the walls, threatening to consume everything around it. From inside came desperate, frightened screams.

Haunted by a sense of deja vu, Kaito pushed through the burning door, and the heat scorched his skin. Inside, he found a maze of flames and collapsing beams. He waded through the inferno, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew those screams, knew the fear behind them. He'd been through this nightmare before.

Climbing the cracking stairs, he walked to the door where the screams came from.

"Save me, please save me," a woman's cry pleaded.

He grabbed the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge.

"So hurts, please save me, save me, save me, I'm begging you, I'm in so much pain," the woman continued to scream.

Kaito kicked at the door with all his might, trying to open it, but all was to no avail.

"Aaaaaaah!" - came a terrifying scream.

Tears pooled lightly in his eyes as he exerted even more effort to break down the door, now completely engulfed in flames. Finally, he broke it open and rushed inside, but there was nothing there - no fire, no one else but Kaito.

"It's your fault," a voice whispered behind his back.

He turned his head sharply.

With a sharp intake of breath, Kaito woke up. He was in a hospital room, the white walls a stark contrast to the dream he had just left. The beeping broke the silence of medical machines. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting shadows on the sterile floor.

Kaito circled the room with his eyes, noticing the clinical furniture and the steady rhythm of the heart monitor. Afterward, he exhaled heavily and closed his eyes. He finally remembered the reason he was in this position - he had lost.

With a blank stare, he stared at the white ceiling, thinking about what had happened. His thoughts were filled with self-criticism, he could die, again. Suddenly the door swung open and a man in a white robe descending below his feet, with black hair slicked back and wearing unassuming glasses walked into the room.

"How are you feeling?" the doctor addressed the boy.

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Kaito looked down at his body, his arm, and leg were bandaged, an IV was connected to his right arm through a thin-walled needle. Then he also noticed that his head was also wrapped in something.

"Well, it's not as bad as I thought."

"Any pain sensations present?"

"No."

The doctor moved closer to Kaito's bed, opened the medical records and began to study the notes, occasionally looking up at his patient.

"That's good. However, your injuries are quite serious," he said, softly but with professional firmness in his voice.

"We have performed several surgeries to stabilize your condition. Your body is severely depleted, and you will need time to recover."

Kaito nodded silently, feeling the weight of his thoughts. His face darkened, his foolish arrogance had put him in such a bad state, and with the surgery bill, he didn't want to think about the figures it would cost him.

The doctor looked at him carefully, noting his low spirits. "Kaito, I know this isn't easy. You've been through a lot. But your recovery is the priority right now. Your strength will return, give yourself time."

Kaito only nodded lightly.

"You shouldn't be so upset, in our examinations we noticed that you have strong regeneration, so the time for full recovery won't be long, three to five weeks to heal.."

"What day is it today?"

"Monday, you've been in a coma for four days."

Kaito looked away from the doctor to the ceiling, his face expressing sadness. In a muffled voice, he asked: "Do you know the approximate amount of my treatment?"

"You don't have to worry about that. All the treatment has already been paid for."

The boy looked at the doctor in surprise.

"Who?"

"That I don't know."

After a few seconds, Kaito guessed who probably helped him. Although he was grateful, the feeling of discomfort didn't leave him. The doctor closed the medical file and, holding it to his chest, said "You are on the road to recovery, but try not to use the quirk until you are discharged, your brain is still recovering."

Kaito nodded to the doctor and he left the room. When the sound of the door slamming shut was heard, Kaito exhaled heavily. His gaze drifted to the white ceiling, and thoughts of the experience raced through his mind. He was drowning in self-condemnation, and his thoughts grew darker and darker. Suddenly he heard the sound of the door again - someone had opened it.

Kaito shifted his gaze in her direction and saw the silhouette of a woman, elegant and beautiful, dressed in a soft, flesh-colored outfit. It was his aunt, Aki. She was holding a white bag in her hands. Kaito glanced at the clock next to the door: it had been over an hour.

Aki entered the room and looked at the boy lying on the bunk, a worried expression on her face.

"Oh my god, are you okay? What happened? “ She asked, walking over to Kaito.

He replied with a slight smile:

"I'm fine. "

As she came closer, she examined him: his leg and arm were in a cast, his voice was also bandaged, with an IV hooked up to it, and a distressed, weak expression on his face.

"What's happened? "

"It's... " Kaito at first wanted to come up with some excuse, trying to hide the truth, but he didn't know what information his friends had told him, so he decided not to risk it "I, I don't remember. "

She lifted her hand with the bag and placed it on the nightstand beside him.

"I brought you a couple things: fruits, toothpaste, and other things. "

"Thank you."

"I'm sorry, I can't stay here long," Aki said.

"I understand," Kaito replied. He knew exactly how busy she was, and the fact that she could find half an hour to visit him showed how much she cared about him.

She stepped closer and reached out to touch his face. Her delicate fingers touched his cheek, and she leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"Get well," she said.

"Of course."

Saying goodbye, she left the room, and now Kaito was alone again. He was feeling a little weak, and between self-deprecation and sleep, he chose the latter. That was how his first day at the hospital ended.