"It's ok, honey. Everything is ok."

Gentle, soothing words from a hazy past sighed in her ear. Repeating over and over again, it soothed the dull pounding of her headache, nostalgic and echoing with so much warmth. Her chest ached as she soaked it in, her voice. Her mother's voice.

After all, it was all she had left. All she could remember of her mother. "It's ok, honey. Everything is ok," she had said. Words filled with so much warmth and confidence that she hadn't a shred of doubt.

It repeated, a broken cycle over and over in her head, those last words her mother had ever spoken to her. Her mother's very last lie. Because her words of comfort be damned. Her face, she couldn't really remember. Her eyes, her nose, she couldn't recall. But she remembered her smile. The corners of her mouth curling upwards in a playful sort of way that only she ever did.

And her smiling visage warped, blood pouring out of her mouth. In that one and only memory of her mother, her mother had smiled so ever warmly as she welcomed death.

Screaming. She was screaming. Screaming at the smiling visage of her mother as blood dribbled from her every pore. The ugly nightmare ripped to shreds as strong arms snaked around her back, stroking it gently and calmly. The familiar smell of her father wafted through her nose and without opening her eyes, she snuggled further into his embrace.

"It's ok. Everything's ok." Aizawa Shota said. Words so similar echoed from a distant past and Aizawa Kurumi dug herself deeper into him, drowning out the echoes of her dead mother.

This is my very first fanfic. I'm kinda nervous and my skills are probably really rough around the edges. But hey, I definitely feel like I'll improve as I continue to write. Thanks for dropping by and any feedback will be greatly appreciated!