╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 ━━ ❝All these worries about villains and heroes... about quirks and the quirkless... when they should be worried about something far worse... me.❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you, the once powerful and feared Control Devil, find your...
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Mei hummed a gentle tune as she washed the dishes, the warm soapy water swirling around her hands. The sound of a sports commentary played softly from the living room television, a mundane background noise that filled the small but cozy kitchen. Wino was sprawled on the couch, half-watching the game, half-lost in his own thoughts.
It was just another quiet evening—or so it seemed.
Dinner had been subdued, the air heavy with a quiet tension Mei couldn't quite shake. Her thoughts repeatedly drifted to you, her daughter, as they often did when you weren't home. She'd caught herself checking her phone several times during the meal, as if willing an update to come through, but it remained silent.
She told herself not to worry—it was just a training camp, after all. But the gnawing unease in her chest was persistent, a quiet voice whispering, "What if something happens?"
Wino, noticing her distant gaze earlier, had grumbled for her to relax, calling her overprotective. But Mei simply smiled and waved off his comment, masking the bubbling worry that lurked beneath the surface. It wasn't the first time she'd felt this way, and she doubted it would be the last.
The quiet moments without you at home always felt too loud, too empty.
She sighed as she rinsed the last plate, her hands lingering in the warm water as her mind wandered. Were you eating enough? Were you staying warm? Was the camp safe? Mei found herself imagining you surrounded by your classmates, smiling, thriving—but the image was fragile, fleeting, easily replaced by her darker thoughts.
Suddenly, the shrill ring of the telephone cut through the calm.
Mei jumped, nearly dropping the plate in her hand. "Could you get that, dear?" she called over her shoulder, trying to steady her breath as she nodded toward the phone. Her hands trembled slightly as she placed the plate in the drying rack, her heart already beating faster.
Wino grumbled under his breath but heaved himself off the couch and shuffled to the phone. He picked up the receiver with a resigned sigh, "Hello?"
There was a moment of silence as he listened, and then—"What?" he barked into the phone, his voice harsh, demanding an explanation.
Mei froze, her heart stopping mid-beat as she turned to watch her husband's expression shift. His body tensed, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the phone tighter. Whatever was being said, it wasn't good.
