Expect the Unexpected: Mei Hatsume x reader (BOOK 2)

Chapter 39: Here we Go!

You returned to the run down shack quickly, the funeral still etched freshly in your mind, as well as the advice Jeanist had given you.

Truth be told, you didn't regret faking your death. It was a catalyst to a movement that would reform the hero society.

'Come back home,' Mei whispered, handing you her knife.

'Promise,' you smiled, taking it from her, a shadow being cast onto your ring by the surroundings.

You regretted hurting others in the process. Mei, Denki, Kirishima, Bakugo - none of them could ever know that you were alive until they found out, or unless the war was over.

'Broken promises,' the ring read, mangled as the grime refused to remove itself after the war.

"Y/N," Jeanist called, concern visible on his face. "When was the last time you slept?"

'My health is not of your concern,' your assistant stated, familiar words that Aizawa had droned into your mind whenever you'd asked him about his wellbeing. 'It's more important that we get Izuku out safely, and convince him to go home.'

"And you?" He asked, to which you turned and gave a sad smile.

'What good is a hero who can't even walk?' You asked, tears pricking at your eyes as the exhaustion from the memorial service began kicking in. 'I'll stay if it means he's safe, then I'll resign.'

"Y/N you have 5 years of experience on the field and got your license with ease, you're smart and know how all the heroes around you tick," Jeanist sighed. "Is it that hard to understand how you tick?"

You pursed your lips, memories of your childhood flashing in front of your eyes as you remembered one common pattern. A happy smile ruined to trauma, eyes gone mad as the person went limp.

You'd seen it in your mother, in Aizawa, and now in Midoriya. Sure, you looked the same right now, but you were already legally dead. The two that were still alive were in critical condition.

'Understanding how I tick means looking further into my past,' you sighed. 'I can't do that.'

Jeanist nodded, though squatted in front of your wheelchair so that you'd roughly meet each other at eye level.

"Bakugo-kun spoke about you quite a bit when he interned with me, said you were someone he wanted to defeat," he began. "He looked up to you almost, always watching the recap of your duel from the sports festival to see where he went wrong. I thought you were much like him when I saw how intrigued he was by you, though now I understand why he was intrigued."

Your eyes widened as you looked at him, remembering your blonde friend speaking about you at your service. He had never been one to admit it, though you sensed his brotherly love from light years away, keeping it close while you could.

'Katsuki and I were similar people,' your assistant voiced. 'We got angry easily, we were both strong and fought with our hearts. But our personalities were on opposite ends of the spectrum.'

You sighed as you remembered his words at the funeral, words you'd told him that winter.

'She told me she didn't have ambition, couldn't hold a grudge.'

Smiling, you wiped the corners of your eyes to get the tears out.

'Thank you, Best Jeanist, for being someone Izuku and I can rely on,' you smiled, acknowledging all his efforts so far. 'It means a lot to me.'

He nodded and stood up to meet Hawks and Endeavour for another mission, something their days were filled with now.

You pursed your lips as he left, though turned and decided to take his advice and sleep. It couldn't do you any harm.

Your mind raced as you relaxed in your wheelchair, worry over all of your other friends and former classmates overcoming your mind.

'General Shirakumo Y/N' you mused, thinking about the war and the toll it took on all families involved.

'You just... reminded me of someone I know,' Bakugo mumbled, trying to cover his shock due to your empathy.

It was no secret that you became more empathetic when you understood that the issue was larger, often when you'd have to sacrifice yourself or your own happiness for someone else's benefit.

This phenomenon had happened soon after the scandal, though no one noticed as you weren't speaking with anyone, and now as well.

You sighed, twirling your ring around inbetween your fingers, watching the grime show up disgustingly every time.

A permanent reminder of your failure.

A permanent reminder of how you, someone who was supposed to keep the mood up and keep the death toll low, ended up messing up both.

"Aizawa," you mumbled, tears pricking at your eyes as you pocketed the ring.

The man had nearly died twice, only to be pushed away by one of the Shirakumo siblings as they continued to look over him in the afterlife. What would he do when he realised that only one was dead?

'Shirakumo Y/N what did I tell you about getting into dangerous situations?' Aizawa scolded as you looked down at the cat in your arms.

You'd ran into the road to pick up the cat and scrambled away before the oncoming car could hit it. However, as a result, you had scratches all over your arms.

For a young child it wasn't naive thinking, though the fact that it never developed into something more meaningful concerned you.

You sighed and shook your head, closing your eyes for a few seconds. A brief power nap couldn't hurt, it might actually be able to help you regain your leg strength faster.

However, for that you needed a doctor to confirm that your legs would even recover well enough to do hero work, and something told you that you wouldn't get the opportunity to consult one for a while.

Whether it was the nagging concern you felt for Midoriya or even his sudden escape, you weren't sure, though you were sure that you relied on each other more than ever now.

With that you dozed off, the last glimpse of the real world being that of your mangled ring.

'Broken Promises'

A/N: filler part 2, but we're getting there.

Thoughts on Dad Jeanist?

Have a great day/night!