Fucking Fates | My Hero Academia [1]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗: 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

    Watching as her raven and its team came in fourth place, Midoriya's team were all carried, Ochokoa, Hatsume, and Tokoyami. Sadly the ten million point was taken from them but no one had harmed Faera in trying to win...well Bakugou almost had but Midoriya had protected her. She would have to thank him some time. What did he like?

   She made it to the final round. The final tournament.

    Recovery Girl turns to her once they announced that a lunch break was in order. "You should eat, young girl." Silver eyes looking down at her small figure. She must have been the same height as Mineta, only a little taller than him. "And once you start feeling anxious just come here and rest."

    Standing up, she nods. Her heels clicked against the ground. Without a word she leaves the make-shift nurses office and makes her way towards Faera who was following after Midoriya.

    A small hum left her and Lysandra lifted a wrist in front of her face, her raven flying and landing on it. A small proud look filling her eyes. "Good job, darling," A croak leaves Faera. Moving her wrists to her shoulder, she tilts it looking at the freckled boy who was quickly making his way towards her.

    "Is everything alright? I heard that you had some medical emergency and that..." Green eyes flickering to the raven, he hadn't known her name. No one did. "Y-Your raven was taking your spot," he stammers out. Lifting a hand to the nape of his neck he began scratching at it. "I'm sorry I lost your ten million points. If only I had—"

    "We came in fourth didn't we?" Lysandra speaks up. She didn't beat her twin this time, that was for sure. Midoriya lips parts, his head nodding. Slipping her hands into her front pockets. "My raven appreciates your...defense against Bakugou's blast." A loud chirp was heard from her end. "And allowing her to join your team."

    "Oh, of course, it was my pleasure to have her." He smiles widely.

    "You like All Might right?" His eyes widens and he stares at her slightly horrid. Yeah this boy didn't know how to keep things subtle for the life of him. She should tell All Might that. "I mean based around your costume and similar quirks, right? You idolize him?" She saved him the trouble of babbling incoherently.

    Midoriya quickly nods, "I've always looked up to him, even as a kid. He seemed so—"

    He stops talking when Leonarda jumps towards Lysandra with glee. "I almost won!" Wren lands on Lysandra's other shoulder. "Did you see?" She waves a pointer finger. She was on Tesutesu's team. 

    Lysandra nods. "You kept fighting the entire time," she recalls. Turns back to Midoriya to bid him byes but he isn't there anymore. As if he vanished out of thin air. Strange. At least she figured out one thing he liked. "Did I mention, your raven killed it!" Leonarda jumps up and around. "Oh, also Dad said to meet him in the school."

    "I'll be over there in a moment, I just have to grab one thing," Lysandra says before walking away.

    Leonarda calls out, "Okay! Mind telling me?!"

    "It won't take me long, just go ahead," Lysandra waves off heading towards where the booths lie.

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    After finishing with lunch she was walking alongside her biological brother and father the two were most extremely worried about her and made known of their views on her continuing on with this but her father allowed her. It wasn't like he was going to stop her. When that girl had her mind set on something it was hard getting off that mindset.

    Leonarda and Nyra had split a little before as the two hadn't talked much during school hours.

    "Seriously, what if you had a panic attack right in the middle of the battlefield?" Maren brings up. But the same like her, he was just as stubborn. "Then you would be left super vulnerable and not to mention the nasty punch they might throw your way!"

    She had gotten used to him, everyone in that house actually, yells. So she wasn't flinching. Breathing out, "Can you be any louder?" This was the most she's talked the entire day it feels like.

    "Yes!" Maren screams even louder.

    Rolling her eyes, "Wow and you're the pro-hero Reverb? That's really spectacular." Dusting off her sweats.

    "Oh my god!" A girl shrilled.

    Kier instinctively pulls out his thin metal necklace that holds a gold wedding band. She was buried with a similar necklace. "Shit," Maren curses under his breath, regretting his decision on yelling.

    "You didn't tell me you knew Reverb and Knight!" Mina jumps in front of Lysandra. Her face morphing into one of thinking. "Well actually, I should have guessed that, considering Miss Kamari is your sister." Tapping her lip. "So it checks out that your Reverb's sister too, and Knight's daughter."

    Maren looks down at his sister, lips sewing together as he thinks to himself. His stare matched with his youngest sibling and it didn't help that they shared eye colors.

    Maren leans down, talking, asking, "A friend of yours Lys?"

    Opening her mouth, Ashido beats her to it, "The bestest!"

    Maren raises an eyebrow, "Really? Wow." Pulling himself back up straight. "My little sister has friends? That's new. I thought you would have never made one."

    "Fucking bastard," Lysandra growls out.

    "Enough you two," Kier pips in. "Can I get at least a second of peace."

    The two siblings stared at him for a singular second before turning back to the other. "What is it that emos like yourself attract bubbly people like her?"

    Lysandra snips out, "Actually die." She then points at the glass windows. "There's the window."

    Kier rolls his eyes, sighing heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why do I even try."

    Mina stands there looking in between them. "We should get going, Kamari."

    "Lysandra, Ashido" the two-colored haired girl correct.

    "Right, Lysandra. Then you can call me Mina. It's only fair, right."  Mina offers an arm to her.

    To which Lysandra moves towards her side, and turns to her biological family. "Bye."

    "You really should just opt out now," Maren calls after her.

    "Let her be," Kier gives his son a stern look. "If she thinks she can handle this, then she can. We can't always keep holding her down because we're scared for her."

    "She's going to get seriously injured, or worse," Maren adds.

    "Then we'll be there to help her recover," his dark eyes slice into his son's light ones. "Like we've always had."