chapter 23

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With my earphones plugged in and lost deep in thought, I absent-mindedly wandered the halls of 1A Heights scrolling through my phone's limited playlist, unsure of what song I wanted, until I finally landed on Babymetal's Karate. It's not my favourite song but it'll help me focus.

School had ended a while ago but I have yet been able to confront Kaminari for what he pulled at lunch. It was beyond humiliating; I can't believe I had let my guard down long enough for him to kiss me. He had lulled me into a false sense of security before striking up his old games. I will admit it bruised my pride for him to be able to pull the rug from underneath me so easily. It seems I've gotten rusty.

Back in the Slums we were constantly making bets, challenging each other and trying to outsmart one another, much to Prism's entertainment - I need to inform her about the recent developments - which usually ended up with one of us in a comprising situation, sometimes even together. It was all in the name of fun and proving ourselves to each other in some twisted way of getting each others attention. I smile fondly as memories of our antics invaded my thoughts.

Humming along to the music I unlock my door, flick the lights on and dump my bag on to the floor as soon as I step into my room. Shock runs through me as I look around, who cleaned my room! Normally there were pieces of appliances and unfinished gadgets on the floor, plastic water-bottles and paper overflowing from the small trash can and piling up in the corner and notebooks and exam pads of all kind and purpose stacked next to my desk. Usually there was a drawer worth of clothes chucked on my chair and bed which is always hastily made or not made at all.

The only thing I bothered to keep even remotely tidy was my desk as that is where I spend most of my time. I get in a fighting stance ready to sock the person who had broken into my room.

"You know you could at least bother to tidy up your room once in a while."

I swivel around to find Lucifer emerging from behind the curtain I used to separate my 'bathroom' wearing an apron and casual clothes.

"Dad!?" I splutter, even though he was no threat I didn't loosen my tense stance.

'What is he doing here! I haven't see since chapter 6.' (A/N noooo my fourth wall!)

I scanned his form for any weapons: he was wearing worn black jeans, a white T-shirt, grey tennis shoes and an old red checkered apron. On top of his tousled auburn hair sat some aviator sunglasses and his emerald green eyes spoke of his muddled emotions and fear; it was unlike him to display his emotions so clearly, even to me.

"Hey Izuku." He casually waves his scarred hand and sends me a crooked smile, his pointed teeth peeking over his lips.

"Uh...thank you." I try to think of a conversation starter but everything that comes to mind is not something I'm ready to ask or hear the answer of. 
For so long I thought he was out of the picture, told by my mother that he works abroad ( I never believed her), but instead he had been planning an uprising which failed and landed him in prison, he escaped, partnered with the oldest and most dangerous being known to man - All For One - and then shot up to the most wanted Villain spot in a matter of two years.

Then our paths cross and I'm not to sure what I'm supposed to think. Deep down I want to rekindle our Father-Son relationship but on the other hand I also want to throttle him and chuck him out a window while screaming questions at him. I was at an impasse so I decided on silence for now.

His nevous chuckle broke me out of my thoughts - tendrils of smoke escaping his mouth - and he cleared his throat and started the speech he had been practicing in his mind since he arrived an hour ago.

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