Chapter 21-Eri

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It was Wednesday morning. Most people should be coming back to the dorms either tonight or tomorrow intime for our Christmas celebrations. Also, Eri was coming to stay for the day, which I was excited about. Yesterday, Nana was teaching me some pretty cool stuff. She taught me the basics in coding on a laptop, helped me with catch up with my physics schoolwork, and she taught me a couple of dance moves that I was 'encouraged' to upload onto the internet. I have been noticing that every time Nana comes to see me, she appears more and more like she would if she were alive. As in, not like some sort of force ghost, and more like a person. I'm not sure why, but I think meditating is helping my connection. But yesterday evening when she came to me, she was completely normal. As in she was able to interact with things in this world. She was able to be seen by other people, which we found out when I went out to the shop to get the ingredients of candy apples. It felt weird, that she could come in two forms now. One in which she can be a person, and one where she can continue to annoy me when I'm around other people without them knowing she's there. Again, the perfect thing for someone as nosy and crazy as she is. But I find it weirdly heartwarming every time she trespasses into my privacy. She's like the big sister I never had, with all the maturity of a younger sibling. I get up slowly, Mr. Aizawa didn't specify what time, so I thought I should just wake up early and prepare for things. I wanted Eri to have a good time, so I got some ingredients for some candy apples. I remembered how much she like it the last time I made it for her. I've been seeing her a lot more often since she moved into the teacher's dorm, with Mr. Aizawa as her guardian, but I never really got to spend time with her since the festival, which felt like forever ago. So, I too was pretty excited.

About half an hour had passed since I had eaten breakfast, I sense someone trying to open the door of the dorms, but I only sensed one person, so I'm assuming it's not Mr. Aizawa with Eri. I recognize the person as Momo and go into the lobby to greet her. After exchanging pleasantries, I said,

"So, how was your work study?"

"It was really helpful. I was working with Majestic, and I've learnt a lot about how to think quickly and strategically. How about you? I saw so many articles about you and Mirko taking down multiple criminal groups and gangs."

"Well yeah..." I say rather embarrassedly, I'm still not used to praise, and I don't really know how to react to it, "Mirko's hunger for fighting was really what I needed to improve both my fighting skills and my danger sense quirk."

"Were you able to use it as a sort of sensory quirk as you theorized?"

"Yeah, it's getting a lot better. Erm, do you need help carrying your stuff to your dorm?" I ask. She kindly declines my offer before heading over to her room. A few seconds pass, I was midway to the kitchen and I heard someone else trying to open the door. This time it was Mr. Aizawa and Eri. Sensei opens the door, and an excited girl runs in to hug me. She slumps her hands around my waist and I pat her head,

"Hey Eri. How are you? And sir, you alright?" the blue haired girl continued to hug me, while Mr. Aizawa gently drops a bag on the floor,

"I'm alright, thanks for asking," he starts saying in his usual monotone voice "there's everything you should need in her bag, and eerrr, I can't thank you enough for this..."

"It's no problem." I say while lifting Eri up into my arms. She sits on my forearm as we both say bye to Mr. Aizawa. I close the door and grab the bag before gently sitting Eri down on the sofa and setting the bag on the floor next to her.

"So, was there anything you wanted to do today?"

"I don't know..." She says while looking around, taking in her new environment.

"I have some ingredients in the kitchen, if you wanna make some candy apples?" Her head instantly turns to face mine; her eyes light up. I can't help but smile at her when she's this happy.

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