Clipped Wings Of A Baby Angel

Cursed

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Chapter

52

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Pink petals fell, withering ends drooping as they wilted, falling in twirling dances as they met sleek dark wood, their beautiful glass enclosure doing little to preserve their beauty as their bodies no longer connected to the dirt networking beneath the ground to help them flourish. They were plucked, and despite their meager life they sparked joy in tiny round faces.

Grins never pulled at their taught lips, but their shiny eyes and yammering words helped uplift the flowers that tried to hold on, that tried to bloom beautifully if only to let the onlookers babble in delight for a little longer as they recounted their mundane days between mouthfuls of rice.

They tried to hold on, keep vibrant in their colour, but as the door slid open they knew that they could finally lay to rest, no longer needing to fight to produce mirthful glances as blonde and green popped inside the door, eliciting nervous gasps accompanied with joyful eyes.

Bright yellow sunflowers stood tall, and the pink flowers let out a sigh, the stunning home of a molded glass vase would soon evict them to welcome new vivacious petals to paint their faces with jubilation.

Eri stood stagnant, feet glued to tile as she stared at them, tall and looming, but their grins repelled any shadows as comfort fought over her fear, shuffling feet carried her, sliding against cleansed white as sock clad toes slipped forward, eyes trained on gleeful lips and hopeful eyes. A stuttered "hello," greeted her as she glanced upon his freckle dotted skin, bright puff of green complimenting his exuberant smile.

"D-Deku," she murmured silently, as though she was scared she had got it incorrect but his nod dispelled her worries.

"Eri," his lips spelled and she nodded, pushing into his arms that parted, molding herself into his grasp as she fell into his hold, letting warm arms envelope her, gracing her with a long needed hug.

Her eyes were clear, no longer loitered with tear drops that streamed down her cheeks in salty rivulets as her quirk reduced him to nothing. She gripped his shirt, holding him tight.

Tiny eyes watched, examining the scene with intrigue as she fiddled with the pant leg of black sweats, gentle hand brushing away her stray strands of hair as she waited.

"H-Hero," she finally coughed out, eying Aizawa as he nodded.

"You can go say hi," and she shook her head, merely nuzzling closer to him as she watched small droplets gloss over Eri's eyes, tears of sorrow purged as she now cried in relief. The realization of her quirk not ripping him to shreds bringing a swarm of contentment upon her guilt ridden chest.

"Not even to Mirio?" he offered, pressing a comforting hand on her back as he crouched to her level, guiding her gaze to the blonde who waited patiently, big toothy grin never faltering as he swayed on the balls of his feet, big hand waving as she met his eyes.

"Hero," she mumbled, eyes downcast before she finally let go of Aizawa, carefully padding over to the large man who awaited her with a silent invitation of open arms.

She could feel that fluttering bird tickle her heart, telling her to be wary with each step despite knowing his face and knowing his kindness. Bits of her told her to run forward and jump into a hug but her feet kept her rooted to small steps, anxiousness biting at her toes.