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.
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When the first drop of rain hit her burning skin, Lenora felt at peace.
She was comfortably lying in the middle of an unknown forest, her breath was slow, her heart felt serene, and her eyes couldn't close. The lids seemed glued to stay open, to let her watch the sky till the very last moment.
She was never a fan of rainy days like Izuku, but neither hated them like Katsuki. She knew that after a storm the sun would come out and the majestic colors the world cried after the grey clouds were what she lived for. A happy ever after.
A great end to all the people she loved during her sixteen years.
For Izuku, who struggled all the way up the mountain but never neglected giving help to those who was suffering more.
For Katsuki, whose heart was too big and chained to a rock, a rock he pulled and pulled between lands, rivers, and sea, just to walk side by side with his friends.
For Mariko, who loved and lost as much as Len did, but never showed up her pain.
For Tadashi, whose last words were for his light, the only thing that was keeping him alive.
For Tenko, whose life never gave him the chance to win a battle. He lost, again and again, until he lost himself.
For Aizawa, whose best friend died too young doing what he loved, who's scared to don't be a teacher strong enough to protect his students, who hate media but exposed himself to stick up for his class, who always wanted to be a father but never succeeded.
For Mic, who had to carry the cast of two of his best friends but never let a single tear fall, just to be strong for his lover, who had the hardest time coping with death.
For Mina, whose cheerful personality hid all her doubts and insecurities for too much time.
For Eijiro, who had to play tough even when he was crumbling apart.
For Denki, who was always misunderstood by the people he cared most.
For Kyoka, who had to hide her emotions, scared someone would make fun of her just for feeling something and being sensitive.
For Hanta, who never opened up completely, afraid to be seen as strange, awkward, an outcast among outcasts.
For Ochaco, who never once asked something for herself and gave everything she had to the one who needed it the most.
For Shoto, who grew up in an abusive household, whose father never showed him love, whose mother was far away, whose brothers didn't interact with him, whose kindness was infinite.
For Tenya, who almost lost his brother, whose strict parents made him the perfectionist he was but also created the strong shoulders of a true hero.
For Momo, who never truly believed in herself and her brain.
