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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A knock on the door.
Aizawa placed down the paperwork, "Who is it?"
"Lenora!"
"Go away."
"No intention of!"
"I'm working."
"Pleeease! I bet you need a pause!"
"I don't."
"But I made cupcakes! And boba!"
Yamada snickered from the couch, "She won't accept a no as an answer."
Aizawa tied up his hair, tiredly getting up from the chair, shutting down his computer before making his way to the front door.
He twisted the doorknob, "Lenora."
The girl was standing on his door with baggy jeans, what he was sure was Bakugou's sweater, a white turtleneck shirt under it, her unmissable platformed shoes, a plastic bag in one hand and three boba floating near her head. She smiled brightly.
"Picnic time!", she announced, moving her chin to Aizawa's feet, "Shoes on and also a jacket, we're going on the roof!"
It wasn't like he could say no and close the door on her face, mostly because she would ripped off the door from its hinges if he did that. He kicked off his slippers and slid inside his shoes, putting on his coat.
"I'll be back for dinner", he waved at Yamada. Present Mic turned his head, weaving at the duo.
Lenora sent one of the drinks toward Hizashi, who gladly accepted it along with a cupcake.
"Thanks, honey."
"No prob, Mr. Mic!"
Aizawa and Lenora walked silently to the roof, with the girl humming all the way in. Despite her apparently cheerful mood, he felt something was wrong.
"Lucky us! The sun is still up!", she commented after pushing the door open. Lenora took a seat at the edge of the roof, her legs dangling in the emptiness. Aizawa sat beside her, taking the floating boba and snatching a chocolate frosted cupcake from the bag.
They ate in silence for the first minutes, lulled by the cold December breeze and the rays of sunshine that were lighting up the city. From up there they had the perfect view of the entire facility.
"Lately I distracted myself by working so hard that I ended up vomit at least twice a week after every training," she suddenly confessed, "I vomited because I pushed my body over my limits and also because I felt guilty."
"Guilty?"
"Yes. I feel like I moved on from Tadashi's death too soon. I went on with my life almost immediately, going back to train and classes and being...well, being me," she played with the straw of her drink, "and also...I feel guilty because of Tenko. I think about him every day. You have no idea how many nights Katsuki had to stay up with me 'cause I keep dreaming of my brother. The worst part? In every of them he hurts someone I love and I can't do nothing to stop him. I try to talk to him, to make him remember who we were once, but nothing helped."
