Ethereal | hawks

four - 問題

"Hey, Dad. I'm already at the airport, going to be boarding the plane in a couple minutes." Fumiko informed her father who was on the other line of the phone. She sat on an empty bench, pulling the hood of her jacket down and revealing her masked face.

Fumiko didn't want anyone to recognize her, especially when she was at the airport. People might surround her and make her miss her flight. Another reason was that the public did not know of her departure.

"Alright, stay safe Fumi. I really wish I can pick you up from the airport but I have a rescue training class in UA by the time your plane lands." Toshinori sighed, feeling bad for not getting to pick up his daughter after two years of not seeing each other.

"Dad, I already told you. It's fine." Fumiko chuckled as her hand went to touch her hair that was kept in a bun, making sure that the tie was not messed up.

"By the way, shouldn't you be asleep? Isn't it like midnight in Japan right now?" The woman asked, raising a brow, even though Toshinori cannot see her expression.

Toshinori laughed, before glancing towards the clock on his bedside table. It was indeed a few minutes past midnight and he should really sleep considering he had a whole class of rowdy kids to teach tomorrow. "Do you really expect I'd sleep before I get to wish my favorite daughter a safe trip? I will do no such thing!"

"Dad, I'm your only daughter." Fumiko chuckled.

Toshinori hummed. "You never know, Fumi." He laughed.

"I don't want to find out that you cheated on Mom and somehow have another child somewhere." Fumiko teased, her nose scruncing at the thought. Nevertheless, All Might was too much of a good guy to commit the act of cheating.

"What?! No!" Her father explained with a nervous laugh. "I meant adoption, Fumiko. You never know if I had adopted a kid."

"Really, huh?"

"Well, I guess I really should sleep. It's getting late." Toshinori said, coincidentally yawning right after.

"Sure, Dad. Good night, love you."

"Love you too, Fumi. Bye!"

Fumiko sighed, leaning further into her chair as she waited for an announcement to finally board the plane. She crossed her arms, about to take a short nap until a certain face on the television above caught her attention.

It was her own.

On the television were couple photographs of her wearing a suit. A black coat was draped over a shoulder, revealing a tight crimson corset that hugged her torso tightly. Her muscular arms were displayed and her waist was one many would die for. On the photograph, Fumiko was looking at the camera with a fierce gaze. Her eyes held a confident look that is sure to intimidate most who saw the picture.

Under the photos was a headline that read: 'Young Heroes who Continue to Change the World.' A news lady was then shown, her mouth moving as she spoke. However, the television was too far for Fumiko to hear. Fumiko came to a conclusion that a broadcast of a hero showbiz channel was being aired.

Fumiko remembered that the photos were from her photoshoot with Rogue, a magazine company, a couple weeks ago. Fumiko had shots from different angles. She remembered there was one that went trending online: it was the one where she was sitting on an elegant chair decorated with countless shimmering gems.

She was sitting in a position that screamed confidence. Her body was leaned forwards, her legs were spread open, her elbows perched on top of her knees as she held her chin within her palm, her lips curved into a smirk.