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Dear Diary - Daddy's Home

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Dear Diary

"He's... back," I spoke quietly, my voice barely audible. Aoyama stood in front of me, his delicate hands cupping his face. Startled by his sudden presence, I perked up, momentarily forgetting my troubled thoughts. "Who's back from where, Mon Cheri?" he questioned "Ah, nobody," I mumbled, averting my gaze. But his empathetic gaze lingered, emanating a sense of sorrow and understanding. "Mon Cheri, if you need to talk, I'm here, okay?" His voice softened, reaching out to me. I looked up, mustering a grateful smile. "Thank you, Aoyama."

As I looked around the classroom, I couldn't help but notice how it was gradually emptying out, students dispersing for the day. An idea struck me, and I turned to Aoyama, determination flashing in my eyes. "Aoyama, can I fight you?" The color drained from his face, and he stumbled over his words in shock. "I mean, practice! With the sports event approaching, I need someone to train with." I jumped to my feet, stretching my arms and feeling a surge of energy. Aoyama hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a cautious smile. "Alright, Mon Cheri, let's make this quick."

Aoyama and I dedicated a few hours to intense training after the conclusion of our classes, seeking to refine our combat skills and learn new techniques. As the sun began its descent, we decided to relocate to a more secluded area, away from prying eyes. Nestling into a cozy patch of grass, I turned my gaze towards Aoyama, my expression serious.

"Hey, Aoyama..." I began, my voice laced with uncertainty. He shifted his gaze towards me, curiosity etched on his face. "Yes, Cheri?" he responded, his tone gentle and attentive. We both laid down, staring up at the sky, a sense of calm enveloping us.

"I... I don't think I'm normal," I confessed, my words hanging in the air between us. Aoyama's face paled slightly, clearly taken aback. "What do you mean, Cheri?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I let out a heavy sigh, turning my head away.

"I have two... two quirks, I think," I admitted, finally sharing this secret burden with someone, but in detail. Aoyama's initial apprehension melted away, replaced by a warm smile. "Hmm. Really, Mon Cheri? I've only seen your angelic side," he remarked, sitting up and mirroring my movements. Intrigued, he tilted his head, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity. "What can you do?"

I raised my hand, as my face started to water, tears came from my hands, and eye's,. Aoyama's eyes widened in astonishment, his eyes locking onto the ethereal display. "Well..." I began, explaining the nature of my dual quirks, sharing the intricacies of my abilities. Just as I was about to delve deeper, a distinct snapping sound pierced the tranquility of our training grounds. The liquid fell to the ground.

Startled, both Aoyama and I instinctively stood up, our attention drawn towards the source of the disturbance. We cautiously approached the nearby tree where the broken twig lay, searching for the intruder. But to our bewilderment, there was no one to be found. Confusion knitted our brows, and a lingering sense of unease settled upon us. Who had been spying on us, and why?