My Hero [My Hero Academia]

Chapter Three

"Hey, Ghost Girl, can you print this picture for me, I want it blown up and framed in my living room." Yami called into my closet of a bedroom startling me from my slumber.

               I fell out of my bed and nearly cracked my skull open on my nightstand. I'd completely forgotten I wasn't alone and slept in a tank top and a pair of panties, what if I'd gone sleep walking? Not that I was normally a sleep walker. I tugged on a pair of shorts and scrambled out into the living room to see what he was talking about.

               I found Yami, dressed head to toe in black, his long dark hair swept into a ponytail with a few shorter spikey bits framing his dark make-up bedecked face. It wasn't even six in the morning and he was rocking the guyliner and black lipstick. Did he carry spares on his person? I didn't own any makeup.

               A yawn escaped me as I crossed the room and leaned over him from behind to get a look at my small laptop screen. It was one of the pictures I'd taken with my flash to blind Blaine. His nose was broken and bloody, his face scrunched up in the process of being blinded, it was NOT an attractive photo, but it made me feel a lot better to look at it.

               "Sure, why not. Any other winners?" I smiled as I swiped the other half of his toaster pop pastry. He caught my hand in his and stared in awe at my bare arm and wrist, they'd gotten a lot darker overnight, the entirety of my right arm from wrist to shoulder was black and blue, my left arm was luckily only from elbow to shoulder.

               "I'll kill those bastards." Yami snarled, he was shaking in rage.

               "I'd be happier if we never saw them again." I said meekly as I pulled my hand free and popped the toaster pastry into my mouth.

               My phone buzzed from atop the kitchen counter causing me to jump. Yami frowned noticing my jumpiness. I was worried, before Yami had mentioned anything, the idea of Blaine seeking revenge for getting him expelled never crossed my mind. Now it was all I could think about. He haunted my dreams. I'd woken up more tired than when I'd gone to bed which made me believe I'd spent the entire night fighting Blaine and his goons all night long in my dreams.

               I looked to the caller ID, it was Stacey from the newspaper. I scrambled to answer before it could go to voicemail. "Good Morning, Stacey. Is everything alright?"

               "Good Morning Tara." Stacey who was usually all smiles, sounded nervous, "So, our main photographer is out sick today and...this is going to sound awful...we're horrible adults...would you be able to skip school today? Oh god it sounds worse out loud." She groaned, "Normally we'd let it go, no big, there's always news, but we heard All Might, the number one hero and UA's newest faculty member is going to be training first years at their off campus USJ facility. You always get the greatest pictures and get right in the action; do you think you could scope it out and try to get some shots? Please."

               UA? "Is that allowed?"

               "Oh honey, we're journalists, we go where there's a story, if you get busted, we'll get you out of it, don't worry." Stacey reassured me. "Please, you're our only hope."

               My stomach churned unpleasantly at the thought of breaking into a UA facility, again. However, the thought of possibly seeing Iida again made my heart feel lighter. "O-Okay, I'll do it."

               "You're the best! Thanks Tara! Kisses!" Stacey hung up.

               Yami looked to me curiously, "You look a little pale, who was that?"