Lenora never met her real parents and the family that adopted her died in a terrible accident, leaving her to grow up with the sweet old couple who lived next door, who were more than happy to have the little 6 years girl to raise.
Despite her new...
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For the second day of training camp, Aizawa and the Wild Wild Pussycats established that the kids must be up by five and be ready to sweat in thirty minutes, so when he stepped in the kitchen at half past four with the moon still half up in the sky and just a little light moving around, he was about to attack.
That class already faced lots of villains and it was just their first year, he didn't need any more problems right now. With the scarf in his hands, he took some steps closer, remaining in the dark, analyzing the situation.
It looked like there was just one person, a woman, with a black hoodie covering her face. She was moving in front of the stove, a knife in her hands.
"Oi, who the hell are..."
"I believe in angels, something good in everything I see, I believe in angels, when I know the time is right for me, I'll cross the stream! I have a dream!"
Aizawa blinked. The villain was singing...ABBA? Very badly, also.
He dropped the scarf, placing a hand on the person's shoulder, stopping the horrible singing and replacing it with a scream.
"MR. AIZAWA!"
"Shimizu?"
The hood fell from her head, revealing Lenora under it, a hand on her chest, trying to calm her thundering heart.
The girl had dropped the knife but her runes were on so it was now floating near her ankles, not a bit of it touched the floor.
"Sir, I'mma be brutal, you scared the shit out of me right now", Len took a deep breath, leaning on the kitchen counter behind her.
"I did? It's four in the morning, and your sleeping habits don't picture you as an early bird, so you scared me. I was about to attack you, kid", the teacher tiredly scolded her.
Realizing he was indeed right, Len bowed her head, "Sorry, sir. You're right. But when I sleep out, far away from my oldies, I get a bit worried about them, so I woke up pretty early and...well, I didn't want to disturb my friends so I thought coming here and starting to prepare breakfast could be a good idea."
Lenora used her light rune to permit Aizawa to take a better look, surprising the man with all the tables already sets, baskets of fruits here and there, delicious-looking pancakes, the rice ready in the pot, enough tamagoyaki for everyone, ogura toast and she was chopping green onions for some miso oats.
"This is hard work, Shimizu," he praised her, "what time did you get up?"
"At four I was already cooking," picking up her knife, she returned to her job, "Mandalay told me I could do whatever I wanted as long as I was silent so I put my headphones on with questionable songs and started preparing."
Aizawa sighed, putting his hands on the pockets of his pants, "By any chance did you prepare also coffee?"
Lenora chuckled and raised her arm, moving her finger toward the teacher; in the corner of the room, Aizawa saw a floating mug being filled with the black, hot drink, coming right in front of him once full.
