who's afraid of little old me? | mha x oc

chapter nine

As Fuyumi led me into the room, a pang of nostalgia washed over me at the sight of my old surroundings, stripped bare of the colorful toys and dolls that once adorned it. It was a stark reminder of how much had changed in my absence, how I had become little more than a forgotten memory in my own home.

"Dad kinda tried to erase you after you were sent away," Fuyumi had said, "We were all so little, and he just wanted to contain the scandal."

Whatever.

"Where do I stay though?"

Fuyumi lit up, "We get to have a sleepover together! Is that okay?"

"It's fine," I said.

So she led me to her room.

I laid on a cot on the floor, staring at the ceiling fan, watching it spin over and over again.

"Fuyumi?" I said quietly.

She sat up abruptly, "Did I forget something? What do you need?"

"No, everything's perfect," I said, reassuring her, "I just wanted to say thank you."

I could see her visibly relax even though it was dark. Before a soft, "Good."

I could feel the warmth beginning to return to my heart.

Not again.

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The next day, I awoke and relaxed. It was the most amazing feeling ever.

Fuyumi's clock said that it was a few minutes past six, but she said that it was an hour early.

That sleep had been the most restless sleep of my life.

My heart had refused to stop the thudding from all of  the excitement of the day before.

I pinched myself to make sure everything was real, a mark was starting to form.

Fuyumi was already out of her bed though, but she had always been the earliest riser in my family.

I got up, yawning as I went to go find my sister.

However, whenever I walked into the living room, the only person in there was Shoto.

All of us were early risers due to the fact that Enji had awoken us early ever since we were little to train. It seemed like Shoto was about to begin his training lesson.

"Morning," I said.

"Morning," Shoto said, he was on his phone playing some sort of game.

That reminded me.

"Do you know if I'll be getting a phone?" I asked. It looked really fun, and I remember how amazing they had seemed when I was younger.

Shoto shrugged, "I dunno."

He clearly didn't want to be interrupted, so I left the room. I needed to talk to Enji anyway.

I made my way around the house, and even though I hadn't been here in years, I still knew where everything was. It was a strange feeling, but almost instinctual.

When I was younger, I had spent nearly all of my time either training or begging my dad to teach me more. I used to sit outside of this door, waiting for him to come home.

Even in the corner, there was an artwork that my mom had many years ago. I lifted it up. There had been a reason that it had been placed right there. Even now, the scratch from whenever Shoto and I had ran into was still there. A faint smile grew on my face.

Suddenly, the door opened, and I quickly moved away from the scratch.

"What were you doing?" Enji said, an accusation in his voice that I wasn't a fan of.

"Reminiscing on happier times," I replied, narrowing my eyes at him, "I need to talk to you."

He grumbled, "Can we do this later?"

I shook my head, "Right now works for me. It's only two things and it'll be fast."

"Fine," Enji muttered, "What do you need?"

"I need a phone and I want to apply to UA?"

He paused, "You're not going to be a hero. You were declared too unstable for society, and you are lucky you managed to get out of that place with the little amount of control you have. You can get a phone, but you aren't going to that school."

I tensed, "That's harsh, and I appreciate your concern, but I'm not asking. How do you think the public will feel when I go to them and told them how I've been treated?"

It was a risky card to play, but I knew it was the right one whenever I saw the panic in his eyes. He cared way too much about his reputation, and if I said something, then everything he had built up to would come tumbling down.

"If you ever use this against me again, I will send you right back to that hospital. However, you may go to the hero school, but I won't be recommending you like I recommended Shoto. You'll have to get in on your own."

I grinned, "That's fine. Game on."