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 today's class is all. See you tomorrow. Kaminari, I expect your assignment ready on my desk by the end of the day, clear?"
Denki gulped, Aizawa's death glare was staring back at him, "Cristal clear, sir."
The teacher motioned to Lenora to wait in class a bit more than the rest of her friends, so she said her goodbyes and patiently remained inside the room until only Aizawa was left.
"What's wrong?", she asked him, tapping her nails on the desk.
Aizawa shook his head, "Not here. I need to show you something", nudging his head to the door, Len stood up, her bag slumped on her shoulders as she followed the man to the school's hallways.
They walked in silence, a bizarre fact for Lenora since the girl always found weird stuff to say. She would comment on the weather, the colors of the walls, how she decided on the unmatched socks of the morning, a strange dream she made the night before, or the latest book she was reading – which was 'Pride and Prejudice', Aizawa already knew that, but he would've listened to her talking about it again if that could ease up the tension.
"Are you okay, kid?", he fixed his papers under his arm, using a pair of keys to open his office door.
Lenora watched him plopping down the paper on the desk and coming out again, re-locking the room, "Not at all", she wasn't a good liar so it was better to speak her truth soon before feeling even worse.
Aizawa stopped in his track, but Len gave his back a little push, signaling they could've gone on.
"I still have the same nightmares again and again," her eyes drifted to the big windows of the school, reflections of Tenko as a kid and Shigaraki Tomura as an adult mixed, both memories fighting in her head, "he's everywhere in my mind, occupying my thoughts with violence I couldn't even imagine. Also, I started to have flashbacks from that night."
Aizawa side-eyed her, "Recovery Girl said it was better if you remembered it yourself or the shock would be too much to bear. It was a matter of time."
"Yeah, I figured it out," she could almost smell the bloodshed she was in that night, their home collapsed to the ground, Tenko's light blue hair and trembling hands, the same hands that didn't want to touch her nor hurt her, "I feel Shigaraki had remembered it too."
"What do you mean?"
"The first time I saw him at the USJ he called me Lennie, but inside me, only anger and sadness were triggered. The second time his given name set an alarm in my head. 'Mourn', what meaning behind a kid's name. And then time passed and I constantly thought about him, his face, his eyes, his scratches marks, and how he said 'Lennie' at the mall. Inside him, something was blocked. He couldn't see the full picture, just like me. But in these months, right when Daika's incident was all over the tabloids, I've felt like a wound reopened. And I know Shigaraki felt it too. He's now a mix of who he was and who's he now. I'll face Shigaraki watching straight into Tenko's eyes", she did her best to explain her sensations, but it was a hard task. How could someone understand what you feel when it's based on a theory and emotions? It was rather odd and not clear for a normal human being, though Lenora was far from being part of that category.
