LOST // BAKUGO X OC

You've Got This

Estelle slumped against the tree trunk as she took a moment to relax. She had been fighting spirits and villains constantly the last few days. She was thankful there weren't large-scale attacks like the previous event, but the number of hoards prowling the woods was at an all-time high.

There must have been something that caused these spirits to leave the comfort of the woods, but Estelle could not figure it out. Whatever it was, it seemed to have stood down for the time being. She felt on edge with it all; there was just so many of them.

Unfortunately, the class had to deal with a frustrated Estelle, who accidentally snapped more often than they were comfortable with. It was only after a few days that Estelle started to finally settle slightly at the thought that the trampling hoards wouldn't continue running over civilians. Granted, their numbers are significant but as long as they stayed in the woods. The people would be fine.

The main troubles Estelle was dealing with now; was the meaning behind the change in spirits and the goddamn media. They surrounded her in public, shouting and screaming questions that she would mostly dismiss. She would let her actions do the talking, and they were talking loud and clear. Estelle needed to keep her presence in the media in good light, so taking down villains on the street corner was the first step.

Estelle wasn't in an agency, so it was a surprise that she was offered places in multiple agencies around Japan when she returned to heights alliance. She hadn't decided on anything yet as she had more important things to think about, like the portal and spirits.

Estelle was exhausted. She had been pouring over any research she could think of, searching through any ounce of knowledge that could help. But there was little they could tell her. This world knew nothing of spirits and the abilities that come with them, so how would they ever be able to tell her anything? Nevertheless, she didn't let that stop her. Sometimes help can come from the unlikeliest places - Pirate Pete, for one.

It was too quiet outside the spirit activity. If someone was behind this, wouldn't they make themselves known? Was this just a fluke occurrence? Was something else at force causing the spirits to ban together?

Estelle didn't know, and it was driving her crazy.

Hoping to give herself a break from her overworked mind. Estelle visited Nona at the cafe. She held onto the older woman tightly as she took in the comfort that was, the older woman. Estelle missed her.

Estelle had managed to visit briefly whenever she could, but she was usually so busy that she couldn't be there for Nona like she was previously. She missed working at the cafe, taking orders, smelling the coffee and just taking in Nona's outward energy.

Nodding to the male behind the counter, Estelle smiled at the thought that at least Nona wasn't alone anymore now that she could afford to have someone by her side. After being ushered to her seat, Estelle and Nona conversed for hours. She couldn't hold anything back; Nona already knew it all, and Estelle felt safe that anything she said would remain with her.

It was a wonderful feeling.

"Oh, my dear. Things are defiantly difficult at the moment. You look exhausted!"

"I am, but that matters little when there's so much to do."

"You can't take care of anyone else without taking care of yourself first, dearie."

"But, I have before. I just need to sort out this mess, and I'll have the rest of my days to relax."

"Just don't kill yourself before you get to that point. How has the class been?"

"They are okay. It's defiantly still a strange experience living with a large group of people. But, they are lively, and they seem to be more considerate of me."