MHA: Harbinger of Fear - Male Reader x Midnight

Part 70

The moon wasn't necessarily owned by anyone. The people of the world could plant as many flags as they wanted, but none of them could dispute something such as property damage.

Their little neighbor would be scarred for life, yet many claim it was scarred already. It made little difference at the end of the day. A portion of it looked different, and that was that.

It was an interesting discussion that Samantha couldn't debate with any of her peers. Although if she had to bet it would be a hero or something else just as reckless or uncaring.

She looked it over from home after a brief moment of study and a snack. The topic itself was interesting to watch unfold. But at the moment there were no witnesses or suspects. That got a little laugh out of her.

"Hey."

She blinked and readjusted her glasses. Her father, as imposing as ever, seemed sheepish. The question of worry was at the back of her throat, itching to let itself be known.

"I got you something." He murmured with a glance at her computer. "I think you'll like it."

He laid a paper box before her. It was small, about the same size as his hand. Curiosity got the better of her and she opened it, revealing the gleaming silver and shimmering surface of a molten rock.

"Take a guess at where I got it from." He said. She looked at him, clueless. Then he looked at her monitor, earning a gasp.

"Was that you??" She hissed and he shrugged. She wanted to scream at him, shout something, anything. Then it all came back to her, her humor at a pointless outrage.

She lifted the box to the light, showing a healthy amount of metals and minerals permanently burnt into the stone. She couldn't exactly be mad.

"These carry sand like razor blades." She told him bluntly.

"I know." He huffed with a hand brushing through his hair. "It's a little itchy."

A smile pulled at the corner of her lips, threatening to show the joy she felt glowing in her chest. Y/N took notice and spoke.

"Me and your mother had a busy past few days." He sighed. "Boring work stuff. You wouldn't like it."

"Is that why you quit your job?" She asked with a small bite to her words.

"No." He chuckled. The sound should have been taunting but she noticed it quickly eased her worries. "I put in a two-week notice, for the record. It just means I'll be home more often than not."

"And mom?" She asked, swallowing. "She's just supposed to work?"

"If she wants." He shrugged again. "You probably know already, but they started selling my toys again. I'm pretty much a millionaire."

"You're joking."

"Exaggerating." He nodded. "It's a lot. We could start going on vacations. You could go to any school you want. And your sisters won't starve at school anymore."

"They never starved."

"I know." He chirped. He sat on her bed, deflating the lavender covers until he sat comfortably. "Come on."

With a begrudging step, she sat at his side to feel his hand gently wrap over her shoulder. It was obvious he had taken notice to her behavior and drop in mood. She didn't know how but it was a stark difference to her usual energy. By now he knew that her condition mirrored his own.

"I saw you talking to Mirko. What did you think of her?"

"She's awkward." Samantha muttered, earning a small laugh.