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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Lenora and Shigaraki woke up at the same moment, two days after their encounter in their old household, one in a comfy bed stuffed with pillows and the other in a cold naked room surrounded by darkness. They both screamed an atrocious noise, scaring the shit out of the people they lived with.
Ines came running inside Len's room, almost breaking down the door.
"What happened?!"
Spinner busted inside Shigaraki's, "Boss...!"
"TENKO!"
"LENNIE!"
They simultaneously yelled the name of the person they dreamed of. Well, Lenora was still debating about who she actually spoke to.
"Calm down, Len," Ines sat on the edge of the bed, pressing a cold cloth on her kid's forehead, "you burned with fever all these days, I was very close to calling an ambulance."
"You didn't, did you?", Lenora panted, her torso half raised, sweat dripping on the back of her shirt. She was feeling like she ran two whole marathons, then climbed Mount Fuji back and forth and at the same time someone kept hitting her with arrows all over her body, not missing once.
"Well, I did call a hospital," Ines sighed, patting her face with the wet cloth, passing it over her neck too, "but that's because you were repeating a name over and over."
Lenora weakly raised her eyes to the woman, a question mark written on her face, "Who was I calling?"
"Me."
She recognized the voice immediately.
Leaning on the doorframe, a bit unstable on his prosthetic leg, was standing Aizawa, his arms crossed on his chest, his hair always messy and longer than the last time she saw him.
Her eyes widened, "Eraser...", she wanted to stand up and run to him, but she couldn't feel her legs and her body was too sore and tired. She fell on Ines, her right hand stretched toward the man who rapidly gripped it. Len was able to pull the teacher toward her and Ines moved out of the way, leaving him to take her place, the kid clinging on the man for dear life. Her hands were on his back, nails embedded on the black shirt, nose pressed on the crack of his neck, big tears wetting all his left shoulder.
Aizawa pressed his hands one on the back of Len's hair and the other around her shoulders, keeping her still in his embrace; he couldn't imagine how badly he could've missed her until she was gone. He lost a limb but losing Lenora was worse than that: it felt a piece of his heart left with her and was returning now at its place.
Ines watched the scene from the corner of the room, gripping harder the cloth in her hands more; her eyes were watering up, imagines of Hideo overlapping Aizawa'a figure. His long hair, the baggy pants, and shirt, his way to hug people, everything she learned in those two days about the Pro was dangerously similar to Hideo's habits.
