[Minato hasn't figured out by now what his triggers are for his memories being shared.
Which makes it really unfortunate that his trigger for his memories is legitimately just greeting someone. Sorry, Izuku. You're not getting much of a warning before you're getting plunged into a memory.
It's of Minato, Minato in bed, waking up very, very slowly. He's groggy, though Izuku will only be able to feel his emotions--his sleepy contentedness, peaceful and warm and--
Suddenly, fear and shock and alarm, as Minato bolts upright in bed, eyes flying open.
He looks around his room almost wildly, breath hitching. From the calendar to the sunlight streaming through the window, heart hammering in his chest as he's almost disbelieving--
And then he reaches out for his phone, fumblingly, and checks the date.
February 1st....
His emotions are still in disarray, shock and amazement far too strong for it to be just another day... and slowly, he laughs, disbelievingly, burying his face in his hands as his shoulders shake. In truth, the laughter is...desperate, almost, and definitely entirely disbelieving, his emotions in turmoil...
But soon enough, there's a knock at his door, and Minato blearily lifts his head to look as Yukari comes in.
"Minato-kun, are you okay...? You've been kind of out of it--oh, you're awake!" She smiles, but there's something off about it, something different, and his brow furrows a little.
Before he can respond, she continues, "I'll go grab you some breakfast, okay? Take it easy!"
She turns to go, and Minato reaches out a little, throat hoarse, "Wait--is everyone else okay? Did everyone make it?"
The look she gives him is funny. "Make it through what...? ...Whatever, anyway, just stay there. I'll be right back."
The shock runs through Minato, sharp and intense, as Yukari leaves his room--shock and then fear, worry, concern. They don't remember, do they...?
A moment later, he breathes out a soft sigh. He expected that. They all expected that... he'd have to just hope that they'll remember by March 5th. A stretch, and slowly Minato shifts as if to get up--
And then he chokes, hand coming to his chest to grasp at his shirt as he does, wincing as his head throbs. The sudden pain and exhaustion takes his breath away, enough so that he stumbles and falls to his hands and knees... and then, staring at the floor, his eyes slide shut as it all sinks in, his every feeling just utterly exhausted and utterly resigned, and to himself, softly, he breathes, "Oh..."
Now he understands.
... And quietly, Minato's hands clench into fists as he comes back to himself, teeth grit. Dammit--!]
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[Minato hasn't figured out by now what his triggers are for his memories being shared.
Which makes it really unfortunate that his trigger for his memories is legitimately just greeting someone. Sorry, Izuku. You're not getting much of a warning before you're getting plunged into a memory.
It's of Minato, Minato in bed, waking up very, very slowly. He's groggy, though Izuku will only be able to feel his emotions--his sleepy contentedness, peaceful and warm and--
Suddenly, fear and shock and alarm, as Minato bolts upright in bed, eyes flying open.
He looks around his room almost wildly, breath hitching. From the calendar to the sunlight streaming through the window, heart hammering in his chest as he's almost disbelieving--
And then he reaches out for his phone, fumblingly, and checks the date.
February 1st....
His emotions are still in disarray, shock and amazement far too strong for it to be just another day... and slowly, he laughs, disbelievingly, burying his face in his hands as his shoulders shake. In truth, the laughter is...desperate, almost, and definitely entirely disbelieving, his emotions in turmoil...
But soon enough, there's a knock at his door, and Minato blearily lifts his head to look as Yukari comes in.
"Minato-kun, are you okay...? You've been kind of out of it--oh, you're awake!" She smiles, but there's something off about it, something different, and his brow furrows a little.
Before he can respond, she continues, "I'll go grab you some breakfast, okay? Take it easy!"
She turns to go, and Minato reaches out a little, throat hoarse, "Wait--is everyone else okay? Did everyone make it?"
The look she gives him is funny. "Make it through what...? ...Whatever, anyway, just stay there. I'll be right back."
The shock runs through Minato, sharp and intense, as Yukari leaves his room--shock and then fear, worry, concern. They don't remember, do they...?
A moment later, he breathes out a soft sigh. He expected that. They all expected that... he'd have to just hope that they'll remember by March 5th. A stretch, and slowly Minato shifts as if to get up--
And then he chokes, hand coming to his chest to grasp at his shirt as he does, wincing as his head throbs. The sudden pain and exhaustion takes his breath away, enough so that he stumbles and falls to his hands and knees... and then, staring at the floor, his eyes slide shut as it all sinks in, his every feeling just utterly exhausted and utterly resigned, and to himself, softly, he breathes, "Oh..."
Now he understands.
... And quietly, Minato's hands clench into fists as he comes back to himself, teeth grit. Dammit--!]