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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"Pss, Aizawa."
No response.
"Aizawa, sir."
Nothing.
"Eraser, pleeease!"
Not a single movement.
"Shota, hey! Hey, hey, hey..."
"For the love of God, Lenora, what? What now?", the man stretched on the bed, his hand hitting the bed table, searching for the clock. He wanted to see what time it was, 'cause he had the very bad feeling it was late at night or really early in the morning.
Three o'clock.
Three.
"Jesus Christ", he mumbled, his only good eye fixed on the girl that was playing with her magic on the futon down the right side of his bed, aiming the pillow he had in hand at her face.
Lenora was hit and the pretty light card castle she was making was destroyed, "HEY!"
"Don't scream at me in the middle of the night!", he whispered-yelled at her, "What do you want? I was sleeping."
"You always sleep."
"And I'm always tired, so I need more sleep."
"Boring."
"Lenora."
"Boooring."
"Oh my, I'mma go back to sleep, go into your room."
"No, wait, wait!", Lenora raised her torso from the soft mattress, "Please, I...", the words remained stuck in her throat.
That was the night after the shocking revelation about Aoyama's true nature. They had their meeting that morning and since Len didn't want to sleep alone in Ines' guest room, they moved together an old futon and placed it in there. She had to fight against Aizawa to convince him to take the bed, since his poor condition and the fact that he slept on a couch for three days, and in the end, she won the discussion, taking the futon while he had the soft bed.
The man fell asleep pretty fast, exhausted from that long day, but Lenora couldn't close her eyes. She kept thinking and thinking and thinking to the point her mind alone couldn't bare it anymore. She felt the urge to talk with someone, to express her feelings, her doubts, her fears: she needed to.
"What's wrong?", Aizawa's tone was softer now and Lenora saw him plopping on his elbows. She wanted to laugh at how his hairs were all over the place, the black locks sprawled on his head like a birds nest.
"Can't sleep, too many thoughts", she sincerely replied, sending strands of magic toward the man's hair, helping them untangle, him shaking his head to try to avoid it, failing completely.
She smiled in the dark, "Now you're pretty!"
He sighed, scooping on the left and patting the right side of the bed, "C'mon, take the pillow with you and place it near my feet."
