My Hero Academia: Unsaved

Chapter 10: Of Violet Pictures

My leg twitched, and in a fit of anxiety I rubbed my hands together as I sat in the passenger seat of the sedan.

It was the first time I had been out past the perimeter of the hospital since I got there. My body lurched with every alley that we passed, a fit of nausea threatening to spew out everywhere.

"Are you doing alright?" Priority looked at me through his periphery, his eyes staying primarily on the road ahead.

I swallowed, nodding my head slightly. "Yea. I'm okay."

He looked at me again briefly, verifying what he already knew, that I was lying.

"Well, we're almost there."

I took a deep breath, counting in the 8-4-8 manner that Dr. Marshal had taught me. A few breaths later, I noticed the car had stopped and pulled into a garage of a medium sized house.

It was all so overwhelming. My muscles tightened. Maybe this was a mistake. I shouldn't be here. I should go back to the hospital.

"Hey." I was dragged out of my thoughts with a thud, as Priority let his hand fall on top of my brown hair. "We're home."

It was the first time I had seen him without his hero costume on. Truthfully, it was moderately unsettling seeing him in a plain brown sweater and jeans.

He pulled the silver handle, opening the door to exit the vehicle. I followed suit.

There was a light pop as he opened the trunk pulling out the thin suitcase that held what little belongings I had. It was mainly just a few clothes.

Priority had apologized profusely when he showed me, under the impression that he missed certain valuables that were important memories for me. Apparently, he had gone to the house to collect some things, but he couldn't find anything that really indicated that I lived there outside of my clothes.

I reassured him as best as I could numerous times that it was okay. But I don't think my words came out right again. It truly was okay because I didn't live there. Not really. So it would make sense that there wouldn't be anything there for me. Plus, I really didn't need or want anything from back then. Those memories didn't matter now. I was fighting so hard to move forward, so what mattered now was the future, and the memories I would make here. In this new and strange house.

We walked up to a white door, and it looked so clean I thought it might be new. Priority was the first to go through, holding the door open for me as I slowly stepped through after him.

The house almost seemed to sparkle. I looked to my right as the shining wood floors opened up into a living room space. The small couch was comfortably positioned to have a good view of the small T.V that sat there near the wall.

"Tiva! We're home!" Priority's voice echoed in the house.

I looked to the left towards the kitchen, and what instantly caught my eye was a vase that rested on the table. The vase itself was a simple white, but in it was a bouquet of beautiful light purple flowers.

"I was hoping you might like them." He looked at me, a slight smile lighting his face.

I fidgeted, slightly embarrassed that I needed confirmation. "Violets?"

"That's right!" His smile widened in affirmation.

There was a light thudding as someone descended the staircase ahead. Looking up, I saw her. She seemed to me to be quite beautiful. Her hair was a jet black, which she had pulled into a high neat ponytail, which served as a stark contrast to her piercing green eyes. Her physique was incredibly toned to where she could probably do some serious damage if she tried.