A Delicate Art (A My Hero Academia Fanfiction)

5. Preparations

"Senki, are we almost there?"

I twirl my pen with my fingers, as I stare at the worksheets, flyers, and journals spread across the backseat. I figured I should use the car ride to organize my paperwork, but I have only made a mess, which is stressing me out. To make matters worse, I am starting to feel light headed from reading in the car. 

"Yes, Young Tamura. We should arrive in two minutes."

"Thank you Senki!"

I quickly begin to gather my things, which are all spread across the backseat. Luckily, I am able to return everything in my backpack once Senki pulls up to the hospital entrance.

"Give me a call when you're done, and I will pull up to the main entrance," Senki says as I begin to step out of the car.

"Of course! Thank you once again, Senki!"

I quickly make my way to the lobby of the hospital. I check in with the secretary at the main desk, then make my way to the elevator.

It has been a week since the incident, and everything has, for the most part, returned to normal. My wound has healed up well,  leaving a small scar on my side.

It bothers me. It is ugly and a permanent reminder of the incident. However, I am fortunate enough that it is located somewhere it will be hidden underneath my clothing. 

The bell of the elevator brings me back to reality, and I walk into the hallway. I give a few polite smiles to the nurses I come across before I arrive at room 619. Despite the door being open, I knock to announce my arrival.

"Come on in!"

Auntie Ami lays in bed, with her laptop in her lap. A mug with steam still rising from it sits on the counter, with a half eaten croissant next to it.  

"Good afternoon Auntie Ami," I respond with a smile. 

"Suki! How was school kiddo?"

"School went well. I got a perfect score on my math exam."

Auntie Ami smiles as she opens her arms.

"Great job!"

I quickly dive into her arms, careful not to knock her out of bed.

"I'm so proud of you Suki! You always work so hard, and that is something to be proud of," Auntie Ami says, giving me a kiss on my forehead before letting go.

"Thank you for the praise Auntie Ami. How is the apartment search coming along?"

Auntie Ami sighs.

It has been a frustrating transition for Auntie Ami. Not only does she now rely on a wheelchair to move around, but her house is not wheelchair friendly. Which is why she is searching for a new home. Father offered to pay for a nurse in the meantime, but Auntie Ami declined, saying she did not need anyone to take care of her before, she does not need anyone now. Thus the search began.

"Not as well as I hoped. Many of the places I'm looking at are worse than my current home! Which is awkward, considering I put up my current house for rent. But anyways, take a seat Suki! We have tons to talk about."

I pull a chair closer to Auntie Ami's bed as she pulls her laptop out of her bag. I carefully pull out my binder and planner, placing them on my lap.

"Are you still sure you want to do this honey? I began doing some research, and it isn't going to be easy. You're gonna have a jam-packed schedule up until the entrance exams. Not to mention you have only recently discovered your quirk."

A soft sigh escapes my lips as my hands ball up into fists.

I know it is not going to be easy, but I need to do this. Otherwise, who will protect people like Auntie Ami from attacks like the one on the museum? Take preventive measures to ensure nothing like this never happens again? There is no guarantee anyone will do these things.