Not As It Seems (MHA Fanfic)

~* Chapter One *~

(Quick Note: Italic words when speaking are in English, the rest is supposed to be "Japanese" it will be this way for the entire story)

The bright sun streaming through my curtains wakes me up long before my alarm ever does. I roll over, my silk sheets tangling around my legs as I do. A sound of surprise shouting from my mouth into the morning air. I can't believe I woke up before my alarms.

Again.

And yes alarms as in plural. Usually it take at least 3 alarms to wake my ass up but the last few days it seems the sun is up and then I am up. I think it may just be from excitement but I really don't want to admit that even to myself. It's embarrassing why....

Sigh.

Today is a big day for my aunt and her little Inn hidden in the mountainside. She has been counting down the days since the reservation was made exactly 3 weeks ago; which has felt like forever to me.

A bunch of pro hero's are coming for a two day retreat here at our little Inn. From what I put together from just hearing my aunts side of the phone call, it seems that they needed somewhere away from the city and the reporters to have a work retreat. I'm not exactly sure of all the details; as all I do is run the front desk and my aunt never writes down anything other names and dates; but as the day has gotten closer and closer, I have gotten more and more excited. Ever since I was little I have always admired pro-hero's.

    When I was a child I used to sit in front of the bright TV, my little eyes glued to hero's like All Might, Endevour and Midnight. They were inspiring to me and always made me feel safe.

Growing up it was just my mom and me, so sometimes the nighttime could feel a little too dark, scary and very lonely. The hero's brave faces lighting up my television or my computer screen always made me feel better. After my mom died and I was sent to live with my aunt I was very withdrawn and even my longtime hero's could no longer make me smile.

    But as I worked through my grief and bonded with my aunt as my new caregiver/mother, I began to smile again and felt safe once again. My hero's were once again a shining part of my life.

And then suddenly 4 years ago new hero's popped onto the scene, fresh from U.A and I was love stricken almost immediately. I couldn't believe that someone so brave, sweet and heroic could exist.

That hero was none other than a hero named Deku. He was inspiring and became #1 hero within 3 years. He is slowly becoming the symbol of peace to the world and makes me feel safe again since All Might retired 5 years ago. Also the fact that he is an omega is also very inspiring. Omegas are treated fairly and the same as alphas now but some alphas still have the frame of mind that we belong at home in the kitchen and with the pups. He showed that omegas can be strong, brave, heroic and for lack of a better word, Heroes!

So to say I'm a big fan is putting it mildly. So to hear that he would be at the Inn for two whole days kinda made me giddy with excitement. I wasn't like a stalker fan like I don't know anything about his normal non-hero life I'm just glad we, as in our world, have him to protect us.

With my daily morning overthinking done with I decide to just get up and embrace the day.

     They have check in at noon and I might as well get started on my chores for the day so I can be unoccupied to help with the influx of guests. Well I guess more like spying/ running the desk.

    Rolling to the side I try to gracefully untangle myself from my sheets and fail miserably. I fall to the floor, hard, with a thump coming from the floor and an oomph shooting from my mouth. And of course at that moment someone just has to walk past my bedroom door. "You okay Violet?" I hear my aunt say from outside my door. I groan but sit up pain shooting through my back. "Yeah, I'm okay Auntie" I reply gruffly as I rub the sore muscles in my back. I hear her footsteps recede and I slowly stand up. I throw my sheet and comforter back onto my bed with a glare in its direction deciding to make my bed later, holding a personal grudge.