Friend of the Enemy | MHA Fanfic | OC insert

000: Before the Sun Rises

Seishin's pov

"Shimura! It's good to see you." My mother hugged our neighbor, who'd over the past few weeks, became her best friend. Ms. Shimura came over at least twice a week, occasionally bringing dinner for us when my mother was away at work. Mr. Shimura never visited though. He didn't wave back when we'd collect our mail, his skin seethed with hatred when he'd run into my mother.

My mother was the Pro Hero, Avian. Her parents believed she was quirkless most of her life, It wasn't until my mother's shoulders and temples began to grow that she realized she had a quirk. During her father's attempt to remove the growths, they sprung from her body.

She told me many people didn't like her, but that didn't always mean they were bad guys. "Some people just see the things we break, not the many people we help."

I always thought this was dumb. If they help so many people, who cares about broken things?

"Hi Mrs. Bashira." She stared down at her feet. "Can- can I come in?"

My mom seemed taken aback by the request. Before Ms. Shimura would just waltz on in with drama from work or a story about her two kids. But now, she's cowering.

"Of course, you know you don't have to ask." My mother took her hand and guided her in, leaning down in order to read her face. "What's wrong? You never ask tha..."

My mother froze. Ms. Shimura trembled in front of her.

"Oh-oh goodness. Shimura, what happened?" My mother let go of her hand and shut the door.

"My husband..." She mumbled.

My father's head peeked out of the kitchen. "What's going on?"

"We should call someone. The police." My mother carefully inspected her friend's face and neck.

Ms. Shimura had a large bruise on her jaw, blending into her neck. She leaned into my mother's embrace, still shaking.

"No!" She shot up and cleared her throat. "No, I have a plan to leave but please don't call anyone."

"And what's this plan exactly?" My father folded his arms, wincing when he noticed her injuries.

"Well, that's why I'm here." Ms. Shimura smiled anxiously, "Could me and the kids stay with you for just a while? I just need a little more money to afford this apartment."

"I'm sure we could make room for you all." My father looked around the living room, trying to visualize an extra three people living with us.

"Yes, yes." My mother insisted, "You pack up while he's at work and head over. We'll tell him you skipped town or something."

Ms. Shimura nodded profusely, "Thank you Bashira. Thank you so much."

"Of course honey." My mother hugged her tightly again. "Everything will be okay."

In the past, my mother wasn't a very good liar. She always looked to her feet when she didn't tell the truth. I knew that since I was young. And that night, after she told Ms. Shimura that they'd be okay, she didn't look back up again.

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My mother paced back and forth in her bedroom, her phone in her hand, checking every thirty seconds for something.

"What is taking her so long?" She chewed on the thin flesh of her lips, nearly drawing blood.

"Bashira, I'm sure she is fine. It's a lot to pack." My father tried to calm her down.

"But she would've texted me back."

"I'll stop by and check on her when I leave for work." He grabs her hand before she can take her fifteenth lap around the room. "Just take it easy okay?"