It didn't happen all at once.Peace, I mean.
It came in fragments. In the quiet between breaths. In mornings where I didn't wake up braced for impact. In the silence between alarms, when no one was yelling, when no one needed saving.
At first, I didn't trust it.
How could I?
For so long, life had been chaos. Training. Attacks. Losses. Victories. And more loss. There was always something coming. Always something to brace for. We were always a heartbeat away from the next villain, the next fight, the next moment we might not walk away from.
So when the world finally stopped, I didn't know what to do with myself.
But time has a way of softening even the hardest things.
It started with the quiet.
I stopped checking my phone first thing in the morning. Stopped waiting for the sirens. I let myself sleep past sunrise. I let my muscles rest. I let myself stop running.
There was no final battle. No announcement. No news flash that screamed "It's over!"
Just a slow unraveling of fear.
And then... rebuilding.
We rebuilt the city. Our school. Our hero system.
But more importantly—we rebuilt ourselves.
I watched my classmates grow into heroes who didn't just fight with power, but with compassion. I watched people who had once been broken find their way back to joy. I saw the cracks in our society filled not with force, but with kindness.
I found something like happiness.
It wasn't loud. It wasn't perfect.
But it was real.
I woke up to the sound of rain tapping gently on the window.
The kind of rain that smelled clean. Like renewal. The kind of morning that made you want to pull the blanket over your head and fall back asleep.
But I didn't.
I sat up slowly, stretching beneath the soft comforter, my eyes adjusting to the dim morning light slipping through the curtains.
The apartment was quiet. Familiar. My mug of tea sat beside the bed, still warm—someone had made it for me.
I smiled before I even looked at it.
They always did that.
The smell of something cooking drifted from the kitchen down the hall—eggs, maybe toast. A soft humming wove through the air. Off-key. A little dorky.
Comforting.
I didn't get up right away.
I just sat there, wrapped in the blankets, watching the steam rise from the mug and breathing in the moment.
Because I could.
Because I was safe.
Because I was home.
When I finally wandered down the hall—barefoot, still drowsy, wrapped in one of their hoodies—the world felt like it had shrunk into something manageable.
Not smaller. Not less meaningful.
Just... quieter.
More mine.
The living room was scattered with familiar mess: books on the coffee table, a half-solved puzzle, hero magazines stacked out of order. A throw blanket hung half-off the couch where we'd collapsed last night after watching something we both pretended wasn't a tearjerker.

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Fanfictioncomplete [F/N] [L/N] is an incredibly powerful young woman, living with one of the most powerful quirks known to man. She wants to become a hero to honor her parents, who were murdered by villains when she was four years old. After the accident...