Miss Rebel

《24》Here we Go!

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"WHAT?? I don't believe any of this nonsense--!!" 

Tsukauchi, a dear old friend of Toshinori, lets out an audible sigh as he peered over at the distressed blonde hero, all too familiar with the look in his eyes. It was an expected reaction coming from him, heck, even he would have reacted the same. 
"So you're telling me that Shigaraki is aware of Alma's existence? How can that be? We made sure to make up a piece of believable background information about her!" Toshinori argues, unable to understand any of the words Tsukauchi was telling him. How was it possible that he already knew that Alma was All Might's secret daughter? That information was erased from Alma's profile, and it would take a genius for someone to hack through the system. 

 "I know we did...no mere hacker can have access to this information. So whoever dealt with this must be extremely talented," Tsukauchi proceeds to rummage through his folder he had lying around, and taking out a picture in which Alma recognized. 
"We found this picture inside Stain's pocket..."

Toshinori swore his blood ran cold at the sight, recognizing the picture of his daughter,  "And since Stain had connections with the League, we speculate that they might have been the ones who gave this picture to him,"
Alma peered away from them and towards the open window, her mind lingering back on a rainy day. Her eyes narrow at the brief memory and encounter, 'Could that really be the case...?'

"Peaches?"

Alma quickly snaps from her thoughts and looks back where her father sat beside her, recognizing his worried blue eyes. She watches in silence when his slim hand reaches over to gently rub the slight chubb of her cheeks. She eased by his touch, somewhat leaning since his touch was soothing. 

"Don't worry Dad...I'm sure Tsukauchi and his team will figure this all out," Alma reassures, now reaching over her hand to gently overlap her father's bony hand. A small smile escapes Toshinori, he too trying to find reassurance in her words. He then looks back at his friend, giving him a small nod of his, "I'm counting on you Tsukauchi,"

 The detective could only smile at the rather warm sight of his dear friend and his daughter. He really wanted to protect these two no matter what.

"Of course..."
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The Summer Camp was taking place in June...around the same time as her father's birthday. The Yagi family wasn't much when it came to celebrating birthdays, especially since Alma's birthday was technically when her mother passed away. But since Alma was not going to be present at her father's birthday due to a training camp, she decided to make something special.

That is why she refused to attend the invitation of Hagakure to shop at the mall with everyone else. She had to make special preparations for the weekend.

"Hmm...this should be everything..." Alma mused, peering inside the 2 rather large shopping back, once more counting the number of items she has gotten for the preparations. With one final scan inside, she lets out a small hum of satisfaction, urging her hazel eyes to slightly flicker yellow.

   "Perfect~" She smiled, now heading towards the familiar path to home. The sky was being to taint with a pink hue, indicating that it has become late in the day. She halted her steps, quietly admiring the beautiful sky above. It has been quite a while since she stopped and admired her surroundings, just like in the good old times. She peered beside her, seeing a pathway of a nearby park that was occasionally empty around this time of day.
'Hmm...a small break wouldn't hurt me...'