Fucking Fates | My Hero Academia [1]

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍

𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜

    "The two went by codenames," The officer states. "Shadow Weaver and Pain." Crossing his arms in front of All Might. "But we now learn through fingerprints that they're names are Deimos and Shivani Keres."

    Plopping a file onto the table. "With another witness finally coming fourth and telling us what she went through. We can attest that they were indeed trying to form a child army with powerful quirks. One of them being the nomu that attacked the USJ."

    All Might sighs heavily, dragging a hand over his head. "I should've known. The place we saved them from...had other people inside."

    "We couldn't have known, All Might," the officer assures him to the best of his abilities. "The girls are still trying to remember what happened to them." Settling on a chair. "But now it makes sense why they were calling themselves Keres instead of Kamari." Scratching his beard. The man sighs, "All we can do is wait for them to tell us more of what happened to them and who they can remember was abducted like them."

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    Hearing a knock, Lysandra sat up turning to the door honestly expecting her family to have entered. To hear Maren's worry complaints and trying to persuade her to stop being a hero.

    But instead entered her class with the exception of Bakugo and a taller pale skinned man that was her father holding her mother's favorite flowers: aster, in a bouquet of Lysandra's favorite color: purple.

    Keir had been here before she awoke, had only gone out to get her a bouquet and had seen her fellow classmates trying to see her. He had originally made it where only him and his family could see her considering the reporters trying to always get some sort of news out of her.

    "They wanted to see you," Keir informs the girl, moving to her and placing the flowers into the vase, making sure they were seen in the sunlight. "Are you sure you still want to be a hero?" He asks not caring if anyone else overheard him.

    Sitting there, eyes staying stuck on her father who wore modern clothing. "My goal's haven't changed," she looks down at Faera who nuzzles against her lap. A small smile twitching at the corners of her lips. "It just grew more."

    Keir sits at the edge of her bed, staring at his daughter. He was still afraid of losing her, but she couldn't be more in her element of a job. She looked exactly like her mother in this instance. So soft and so full of life wanting to bring that to individuals that desperately needed it.

    That was the kind of woman he knew he would marry, to live the rest of his life with, to create a family to cherish and love and support the rest of their life. Yet things changed. He was raising them on his own without her. Trying his best to be there for him and balance his work.

    He felt like he was failing as a parent.

    Pressing a kiss to her head, he whispers underneath his breath so his daughter could only hear him, "You've changed, for the better. Maybe I was wrong about this not being the right profession for you." Standing up, he smiles brightly, "I'll leave you with your class."

    "Checking up on Starfire and Nyra?" Lysandra asks.

    Keir assures her, "I'll come back and tell you how they're doing, just rest for now."

    Leaving the room, Mina rushes forwards wrapping her arms around the girl. "I was so worried about you!" She gushes out.

    Feeling her skin against hers, she closes her eyes knowing it wouldn't hurt her. But still feeling it would. Drawing away she doesn't say any assuring words. Doesn't say anything to ease their minds. Just smile softly.

    Compared to a year ago where she wanted people to know the suffering she and her twin had to endure. Yet never letting out the words for the world to hear. She only had three people in her corner and police officers and two pro heroes trying to interrogate her. And now...

    But now she was in a room with so many more people that cared about her and worried about her even if she hardly knew some of them. They were there for her. No one was there trying to get answers out of her as she had already told them what had happened to her.

    "Are you okay?" Jiro asks.

    Lysandra nods, "I'm fine."

    Looking out of the window seeing the morning blues and flying birds. Back then she was a child that knew nothing and he took her innocence. But now...she had something to thank him.