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miss kiyomi

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"what will you do with her?"

unfortunately, your week long stay with shota aizawa had come to an abrupt end. you kissed your beautiful room goodbye that morning and found yourself seated in the principals office across from nezu, aizawa had long since left to teach his class. there was something about his attitude today that threw you off, though. he was a bit overbearing, asking you things like are you gonna be okay? and are you sure you have everything you need? as if he wasn't the one who made it so obvious that you weren't welcome to stay.

you silently enjoyed the candy nezu had given you, feeling a bit like a kid being bribed at the dentist. he assured you there would be someone here soon, so now you were simply waiting. there was apparently an arranged family for you, but they were running a little late.

as if on cue, there was a knock at the door. you turned to face it as nezu beckoned them in. it was a woman with short shoulder length black hair and dark blue eyes. from just a glance, she reminded you of senior himeno. but upon further inspection you quickly realized they looked nothing alike, and this woman was obviously much older. "ah, miss kiyomi! glad to see you've arrived." your blood ran a bit cold as you paled. that name, surely just a coincidence. still, you couldn't trust anyone that reminded you of that witch. against your better judgement, you suppressed a glare and smiled at her warmly. you didn't wanna make anymore trouble than you already had. you weren't gonna be a brat and toss the opportunity just because of a grudge you had against a person who didn't even exist in this world. she smiled back at you.

"yes. i'm sorry, principal." she bowed, full 90° angle. "there was some traffic, some crazy guy yelling in the streets about how hell is coming and some other nonsense." you shared a knowing glance with nezu before he laughed it off. "of course, you know how people are these days. anyhow, this is our dear yurēi y/n. she prefers y/n and she's definitely well behaved. we only ask that you house her while she attends U.A. high school when the new term starts in the coming months." the woman nodded in understanding, smiling warmly. you felt a bit at peace when the smile didn't reach her ears. "of course, it's not a problem at all. my son has been asking me when his big sister will be home for days now!" your eyebrows raised in surprise. "you have a son? how old is he?" she turned to you. "he's only 9!"

you smiled. "i love kids.." she smiled even wider, hands covering her mouth in excitement. "that's just wonderful! i was quite nervous you wouldn't." to be quite honest, you didn't. kids were cruel, and they all reminded you of the orphan home. but this was a new world, with better people. so you could learn to love, even if it went against your initial walls you put up for protection.

after the brief introductions and some paperwork signing from both ends, you were in the car with miss kiyomi being led home. when you arrived, you were happy to meet her son. his name was shoya, and he was one of the sweetest kids you ever had the pleasure of meeting. much to miss kiyomi's pleasure, you spent the whole day hanging out with him and playing games. she appreciated the well deserved break she got.

shortly after his first break, aizawa visited the principals office and when he didn't see you there, there was an unfamiliar weight in his chest. for some inexplicable reason, he had been hoping things wouldn't work out, and you'd end up staying with him until further notice. he couldn't tell you why, he just appreciated your presence. it was just like midnight had said, it was more like having a roommate than a child. you cooked and were mature with your own actions and responsibilities. he couldn't explain why, but there was an aura to you that was vividly like shirakumo's. a blatant desire to save with zero regard for your wellbeing and personal safety. not to mention the fact that her tutoring had gone extraordinarily well. according to their agreement, you were supposed to have stayed. for some reason, though. he couldn't kick his ego to the curb in time to ask you to stay, and now you were someone else's problem.

a bitter part of him said to be grateful, that he didn't have the time for you anyway and that life would be better, be simpler this way. but maybe he appreciated the complexity that came alongside your troubles. he did want to help you along with your inter-dimensional issues and your devil crisis. not as a teacher but as a.. as something else. something he couldn't quite name. and he'd eat his own fist before he said "father".

meanwhile, during kiyomi's long needed break. a pair of suited men showed up at the door, asking to speak to her. she invited them in and nervously boiled some tea, yourself and shoya busy playing around upstairs which was evident from the thumps of your feet on the floor above them.

"there you are, sir." she said, handing the second man his coffee since he had asked for something other than tea. she sat in-front of the cup she had placed for herself in the vacant seat. "is there something i can help you with?"

"you've just adopted a girl named y/n yurēi, haven't you?" she swallowed thickly and nodded. "we understand your financial situation isn't great." the man flashed a badge, notifying her of his status in the hero safety commission. "we offer to solve all those problems in exchange that you keep quiet about this and hand her over to us." she blinked in rapid succession. "is there.. a reason for this?" the woman fiddled nervously with her fingers. sure, you were a decent kid. but shoya was her son, her priority. you had only been around for a day, and this money would guarantee him a good life in a good school. she could do without you.

"there have been reports of a woman who was hit by a moving vehicle and died on impact. we believe that person to be yurēi and we intend to find out how exactly she is still alive." the woman smiled nervously. "what will you do with her?"

"she will be taken care of."

the rest of the details of their agreement consisted mostly of how they would extract her, how much money they'd provide each month, and what to tell the school when it was time. they claimed they'd handle that, and the deal was far too good for kiyomi to turn it down. against her moral judgement, she agreed and the men left. shortly after you came downstairs to see the woman at the dinner table, head in her hands as she sniffled softly.

your eyes softened at the sight as you approached, putting a hand on the center of her back as you rubbed it gently. "you okay, miss kiyomi?" she flinched and looked up at you with horror. your brows furrowed in confusion, but the horror seemed to be within herself. she couldn't muster a reply, she only cried more. holding your free hand in hers as she pressed it to her forehead. muttering mantras of apologies through choked sobs. you leaned down, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as she cried harder. biting down on her lips till it bled until she had no more tears to cry. she looked up at you, eyes bloodshot and wet with tears.

"go on up to your room, hun. we'll sort out your furniture situation tomorrow." you nodded, giving her a final back rub before turning to face the stairwell. "and, y/n?" you turned to face her as she fought an internal conflict while looking at you. "hm?" you asked after she stared for so long you grew a bit uncomfortable.

"leave your window open, it gets real hot in that room at night." you nodded in understanding. "oh, thanks. i hate sleeping in a hot room. goodnight, miss kiyomi."

"goodbye, y/n."

that's a weird response to saying goodnight..

"she will be taken care of."
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