The Fallen and The Deranged [BNHA]

Chapter Five: The Intruder

"Eggs or toast?" Kiho mused as Mai waltzed into the kitchen, dressed in her UA uniform and bag in tow.

"Can't I have both?" Mai asked, running a hand through her silver hair.

Today was Mai and Kiho's first day back to school since the Sports Festival.

Kiho was overly excited, buzzing with energy.

Mai was not.

Ultimately, Kiho forgave Mai for to the whole ordeal. As soon as Mai dragged herself home after the incident with the League of Villains Kiho was waiting by the door, tears in her brown eyes.

"You look like you slept in a gutter." Her sister had whispered as she embraced her, "I can't believe you didn't come home."

Mai had a nightmare last night. There was still sweat on her neck and her voice was still hoarse. Her eyes were still red from the tears.

Her whole body hurt. Her soul hurt.

"I only made enough for one, I would have made some for you if id know you were running late getting ready."

Showering. She had been showering and scrubbing her skin until the feeling of thick red blood washed away and the only thing she felt on her skin was raw pain.

"I'm sorry, I slept in. The inn bed was too soft. I didn't sleep much the night before."

Lies.

She had lied and told her sister she slept at some inn across town.

"Mom and dad already left for work. You missed seeing them off." Kiho said as she handed Mai the plate of toast.

She looked around, her mothers purse and fathers bag gone from the table.

Mai's adoptive mother was a stock broker, born with a low power prediction quirk. She couldn't predict when someone would die or how the world will end. But she was great at numbers and telling if a car will switch lanes. She was right about 75 percent of the time.

Her father was one of the few quirkless in their society, a member of the less that twenty percent. He worked as hero support, building technology and suits for heroes.

Both with fabulous minds.
Both she loved dearly.

Guilt racked over her with a burn down her cheeks.

She had a loving family now.
So why did it matter about her past?

Mai didn't talk much the way to school.
Or at school.
Or after as she packed her things to leave and her younger sister cane running down the hall and into her classroom, followed by a group of unfamiliar students.

"I am staying after school to talk to my friends about the internship! I'll be home after dinner!"
She hadn't even waited for Mai to say anything at all.

In fact, she hadn't talked to a single person all day besides the mumbling answers she gave her sister that morning until a boy with floppy green and black hair bumped into her as she was leaving, slamming right into her wings.

She swiveled on the balls of her feet.

"Oh! oh! I'm sorry miss." He raised his hands up defensively, a streak of blush falling upon his freckled cheeks.

She recognized the first year- Midoriya Izuku.

Mai had seen replays of his work in the sport festival. How he fought, how his limbs broke as he fought.

Something in her flinched at the thought.

Nothing of that boy in the Festival was staring before her now, no grit or perseverance.