sincerely, you | bnha, mp100

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREE — good soup

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As she looked around, she noticed the diverse range of people bustling around her. Some had unhuman-like features and abilities, yet they seemed to blend seamlessly into the busy crowd. Y/n took in the rustling of the leaves, the honking of cars, and the murmurs of people passing by. Each sound was vivid and lifelike, adding to the overwhelming sense of reality that surrounded her.

Y/n sat on a bench, gazing at the endless expanse of blue above. She couldn't help but feel disoriented.

Progress Towards Y/n's Explosion: 34%

The sensation wasn't unfamiliar to Y/n. She had experienced something similar before, in the clutches of the cruel and bitter former psychic, Mogami Keiji.

Mogami had crafted a world just for her, a world devoid of her powers, her friends, and her family. It was a desolate wasteland of loneliness, and Mogami reveled in her pain. For six long months, he had tormented and tortured her, waiting for the moment when she would shatter under the weight of her isolation.

But this time, it was different.

Different in a way she couldn't quite place.

Her stomach growled loudly, a reminder that she hadn't eaten anything since morning. Energy quickly dwindling. her legs felt like lead as she dragged them down the pavement, searching for a place to rest and refuel.

Eventually, she stumbled upon a closed restaurant and collapsed on a bench beside it.

She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing ache in her feet and the hunger pangs in her stomach.

Suddenly, she heard a voice.

"Are you hungry?" the voice asked.

She looked up and saw a man standing in front of her. He was wearing a chef's hat and a white apron. Its fabric seemed to be connected along with a ventilation system for a mask.

Y/n nodded weakly, unable to find the energy to speak.

The man grinned and gestured for her to follow him inside the restaurant. He welcomed her in and turned on the lights, illuminating the cozy atmosphere of the restaurant. The smell of food wafted through the air, making her mouth water.

As she sat down at a small table, the man brought over a steaming bowl of soup and a plate of rice. Y/n dug in eagerly, savoring the warm, comforting flavors. He sat across from her, watching her eat with a gentle smile.

He introduced himself as Yoshihiro Nakajima. A simple cook that also happened to be the famed pro-hero: Lunch Rush.

As Y/n finished her meal, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the kind gesture of Lunch Rush. She hadn't expected to receive such kindness from a stranger, but it felt like a warm embrace on a chilly day.

"Thank you so much for the food," she said with a small smile, still feeling a bit shy.

"It's no problem at all," Lunch Rush replied with a friendly grin. "I couldn't just let you go hungry."

"Are you lost?" he suddenly asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

The question surfaced once again.

Y/n wondered if her being lost was obvious enough to be written all over her face.

She paused and looked up, unsure of how to answer. "I think so," she said finally, her voice quiet. "I don't know how I got here."

Without another word, the man handed her his phone. "Here, call whoever you need to call," he said with a warm smile. "Let them know where you are and that you're safe."