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In which (Y/n) (L/n) gets adopted by an underground hero- Eraserhead. The plan was to become a hero, get her license, easy and simple, but eventual...
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—translation, "weak thorns" "What do you think Lucerito? Should we? Or should we not?" (Y/n) and Lucero were parked in front of a five story building, her heart was beating so loud and hardly that she could feel it thump against her chest as she scratched her collar bones. The grey cat meowed at her, "Don't tell me to calm down." She bounced her leg up and down repeatedly, 'Dammit, am i even sure that he wants to see me? What if he doesn't and i'm just wasting his time?' She leaned her forehead on the steering wheel and covered her face with her hands. "Maybe he left for a reason."
The cat meowed again and something landed on her thigh—it clattered to the floor of the car. She peeked at it through a gap in her hand, it was a vibrant red cassette tape. Cherry Bomb, The Runaways..."Are you sure you want to give me this Mirai? I mean—it looks expensive, plus uh, it's just a pen." A younger (Y/n) held a black box in her hand, inside, it contained a black pen. "No (Y/n), it's a weapon that you'll use against villains from this point—on." A man with three yellow stripes in his hair corrected the blue haired girl. "Okay, when do we start?"
"Start what?" He sipped his cup of tea, "Training, you're gonna train me to use the weapon aren't you?" He shook his head—making her deadpan. "Huh?! How am i supposed to learn how to use it then?" She followed after him—they were in an abandoned cassette warehouse. "You will teach yourself how to use it, one day in the future, i might not be here, with you. You have to learn and survive without the help of anyone. Go on." She frowned, "What do you mean by that? You're gonna leave?"
"The balance we have in this society is hanging (Y/n), i'm All Might's trusty sidekick. I simply cannot avoid my duties as such to teach you something you can teach yourself. There's been some things going on and one day i may not return." (Y/n) reached out and snatched his arm, "You better return! No matter what, okay?! You can't just leave me here without you. Wherever you're going, take me with you, please?" He sighed and etched his hand out—the man pat her head. "I promise (Y/n)."
The latter held up her pinky, "Swear?" He linked his with hers, "Swear." In the next few months—"Swear? I should've never believed you." The vigilante gripped her black metal mask as she watched the green haired man frantically pack his things—she knew where he was heading. America, and out of everyone, he was leaving for All Might. "I screwed it all up didn't i? I should've done more for him, otherwise he wouldn't be leaving so hurriedly." Her lips pursed into a wobbly line, "As you wish."
