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You could hear a storm rumbling in the distance; you quickening your pace as you move past the casual ongoers and citizens. You sigh from how crowded the city has become wishing for much needed personal space, but you try not to dwell on it as you finally find yourself in a clearing. As you come upon a park, your hand slips into your hoodie pocket revealing a desolate pack of cigarettes; you giving your feet a break as you find yourself to a bench. You watching the ember flare the tobacco up as you watch the children scurry about giving it a light atmosphere.

Your eyes light up then at the sight of purple hair, and you leaned forward propping your arms on your knees. You called out Sakura's name; you searching about for her mother, Yuka. She doesn't hear you, but you still bask in the joy across her face. This perfect little girl goes down the slide giggling about; you feeling at ease at her happiness. As she's now standing again, she finally turns her head; her eyes lighting up at the sight of you instantly being filled with excitement.

Bang.

Your blood runs cold as you drop your cigarette. You hear more shots ring out though your eyes were trained on the fallen child that brought so much peace in your life; you slowly standing as screaming fills the air along with the parents scattering with their own children. Crystal tears fall from your eye sockets  as you're finally running towards Sakura in hope there's a fighting chance. When your gaze landed on her face though, you knew it was all over causing you to collapse beside her limp body. Her mother was there soon after shrieking with pure grief; you couldn't find yourself to utter a single sound.

Slowly, you stand from the two and noticed a man being apprehended about a block away. He was laughing hysterically at the chaos he just created, and you couldn't control your body. You transfused into a frequency zipping you across within seconds, and next thing you know, you're face to face with the culprit. Your eye twitched as you burned with this inner fury, and the police try to push you back from the suspect as he just smirked at you.

" Everything is alright mam. He'll be going to jail for a long time."

Your eyes skid over to the hero; his blonde hair all over the place, his eyes tired, and clothes undesirable. You keep your trance upon him as something sharp suddenly shoots from the ground, and you tightly grip it to the point you bled. You grit your teeth about to raise your hand until someone pinned it against your back harshly. You yelled as the red eyed boy kicks at your legs bringing you to your knees, and All Might looks down at you with such pity. You further your attack though with your free hands, and the man yelps at the feel of three crystallized spikes entering his backside.

" You killed her you son of a bitch!"

You're now forced to lay on your belly; you feeling the cuffs wind tightly around your wrists. You were crying again as your drug away with the man now being out of your sight. Yuka was now screeching to let you go; that the man deserved to be punished even worse. You look at the widow seeing she has nothing left now, and you shake your head at this cruel world.

" Let her go."

" Mr. Yagi-."

" Please."

You turned around shocked by the hero; the police complying with his order. Yuka hugs you as you rub circles in her back; you wishing this day wasn't filled with so much sorrow. Toshinori puts a hand on her shoulder in comfort, but nothing can relieve this pain. Eventually, you two leave the hero to say your final goodbye to Sakura.

.....

Yuka kneeled before the shrine as she can't bare the idea of leaving the picture. You stand at her side; you staring at her favorite teddy bear. You had given it to her on her fifth birthday; it instantly bringing her so much happiness. She brought it everywhere she went for two years; your hands trembled at the blood stain.

" I'm sorry for your loss Miss Yuko-."

" Mrs. Yuko. My husband might be dead, but he's still apart of me. Just like Sakura."

The mother stands to greet Toshinori while your back remain turned. You know you should be grateful due to him releasing you that day, but this wasn't the time for that for you were mourning for lost innocence today.

" I don't recall your name. If you don't mind me asking, what is it?"

You sigh finally turning to Mr. Yagi, but you soften to see true sorrow on his face. You presented your hand to him which he firmly shakes; you could tell he had something on his mind. A question perhaps? Whatever it was, you didn't particularly care for it. Not right now anyway.

" Y/n. Y/n L/n."

You see his blue eyes widen, and you don't understand why. Maybe he's heard of your small business? You are quite popular with your customers afterall. He finally just gives a slight nod of acknowledgment, and you turn back to the impictment of your dear Sakura.

.....

You watch as the gathering disperse; you popping a lorcet to end your dreary state. You had stopped using pills and drugs for their intoxication soon after you became a God mother; you finding no reason to continue your clean streak. You leaned against the hallway as All Might made his exit, and sadly, he noticed you. You give a wave hoping it would end this interaction, but the old man of course stands around hoping to gather closure you suppose.

" I'm sincerely sorry for you loss. I just figured out you were the God mother."

You nod as you stared at the door opposite of Yuka's; it being purely owned by you. You desperately wanted to enter it and leave this all behind, but this man of course was currently anchoring you to this spot.

" I was."

You said bluntly not sure what else to say on the topic, but he just sticks his hands in his pocket slightly shifting his weight. You looked him in the eye finally wondering what he truly wanted, and he just appeared to scan your features as if looking for something. He finally speaks again; his reply catching you off guard.

" Are you hungry?"

" What-... No. I'm fine. Thank you."

With that, you said farewell and shut yourself in your home.

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