The week passed almost instantly, and it's now Friday once again, with you in your mother's confinement room, sketching some random doodle that just suddenly came in your mind-- this time, no one else came to visit, but you. It was relaxing, really. With your mother reading some book, and you doing your own thing, you could say that this is some kind of mother-daughter bonding; sharing the same peace and silence.
"I really like that hairstyle I gave you," Your mother chuckled, as you just silently smiled back. Earlier, she just arranged your hair into messy twin buns-- a failed attempt to create clean pig buns from a magazine she read at some point. "It's messy, but you somehow pulled it off," She remarked, as you snickered.
"Puh-lease, I can pull anything off," You joked, feigning arrogance.
"So, Sports Festival is just around the corner. Got the training you need?" Your mother inquired, her eyes not moving away from the novel she's so invested in.
"Yeah. I guess so," You shrugged, trying to ignore the anxiety and nervousness creeping up from the depths of your mind.
She just hummed back in response before adding: "If you're not well-prepared, then you're wasting a big chance here," To which you just replied back with a lazy but quick "I know."
"... What do you plan on doing once you meet your father?" The question was quite unexpected, making you pause your sketch and look back at her with a curious stare.
"I..." You... haven't actually thought that through. Should you be happy? Sad? Angry?... All..? "I'm not sure yet," You sighed, glancing back at your drawing. "But I... It depends. But what I do know is once he knows I'm about to be a hero, he should recognize me as his equal, and wouldn't have to protect me anymore. He'll know in the Sports Festival. He has to. That's why I'm about to do my best!" You declared, grinning at your mother as she just stared back at you with both worry and awe. Such naive thinking...
'But what if he already knew the moment he stepped into your life..?', your mother thought, worried of what the possible outcome might be. After all, she wasn't fully aware of what Yagi might be telling or hinting you. As much as she wants to tell you, herself-- Yagi should be prepared enough to tell you, himself. Otherwise, a fight might break between you, and may cause permanent damage to both parties; something she'd like to avoid.
"Good luck..!" She can only wait for All Might's next move.
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After bidding your mother farewell, you then exited the building, thinking of practicing your quirk once you get home. After all, you no longer wanted to bother anyone, since the Sports Festival is nearing, and they ought to be in their best. You, too, should be one of them.
Once you the automatic hospital doors sensed your presence, it opened, revealing a girl of your age on one of the hospital's front benches, just outside the asphalt street leading to the hospital.
She has blonde hair tied into a ponytail-- her face, clear of any hair strands, as to while she was wearing some unidentified school uniform underneath her khaki-colored sweater. She was just sitting there, staring off at some unknown distance, resulting for you to be curious on what she could possibly be looking at. Additionally, you questioned on why she'd be here-- a relative from the hospital, perhaps? Whatever the reason, it didn't stop you from approaching her.
"E-excuse me," You called out, letting her to be aware of your presence. Once she did, she tilted her head towards your direction, before looking back at whatever she was looking at earlier.
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DISCONTINUED!(Various!BNHA x Reader) Given Chance
Fanfiction"Why do you want to be a hero?" Usually, you'd hear noble responses like: "To save people", "To help those in need", "To be a good person", and so on and so forth with those other common answers from those who aspire to be one . In the end, you'd kn...
