The Little Sunflower

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>>>> 3yrs after that>>>>
A five year old child is suddenly jerked from their sleep at the sound of explosions, alarms and shouting. They rub their eyes with their hands and step toward the 'transparent' glass that has held them captive for their whole life.
Tilting their head in confusion, they try to listen to see if there are any explosions nearby... a yank on their arm pulling them out of their reverie as they turn to look at the midnight haired woman who was grasping their arm as if it was the end of the world.
"Come. We need to-", before she could even finish the sentence a particularly loud explosion made the place where they were standing shake and she stopped stock still in her sentence.
Taking their hand, the woman looks backwards to see their exit blocked by rubble. She pulls the child towards the door that leads to the hallway and stretches her other hand out, a purplish glow forming on her hands as she chants something underneath her breath.
The device explodes shortly after, the child making mental notes of that fact with a rising suspicions that her quirk was.... strange... to say the least.
Their eyes widened when they just took note of the woman Using Her Quirk.
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The midnight haired woman never ever used her quirk. So much to the fact that the child was unsure as to whether the woman had one or not. That means that this must be serious then.
Their eyes dart towards the rubble all around. They could vaguely hear light footsteps coming this way.
They tug the woman's hand who was dragging them through the hallway seemingly close to where the 'man'- if to go by a quirk of theirs called thermo-sight - was running towards.
He was fast, but out of breath.
The child quickly wonders at the rate of speed the man ran at and his stamina.
However, the woman comes to a sudden halt, beside a wall. The child's eyes widen.
The man was coming right this way and the woman was busy typing as quick as she can into a keyboard that appeared on the wall.
"E.9-", before the child could say anymore, another terrible explosion happened. They could see the man running in their direction from their peripheral and their hand is forcefully yanked away from the woman's from the magnitude of the explosion, just as a door opens up in the wall and the woman falls into it, losing her balance, the door immediately closing afterwards.
He could never forget her terrified face as her midnight-black hair whipped around her face, eyes showing more emotions than he has ever seen her show.
A warm pair of arms are suddenly under the child's pits as they were carried up all of a sudden, letting a surprised squeal come out from their mouth.

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Holding the child who was the only other being he had seen in the building in his hands, the man runs backwards to where he had come from, the building crumbling behind him as he runs. He put his all into it and tumbles out of an exit, just as the rubble was about to fall on both him and the young child he carries. Child held securely to his chest, he rolls to a stop; doing a perfectly balanced crouch and stands up careful not to lose his balance and drop the...
...he looks towards the child noticing that they - he wasn't sure whether the child was a boy or girl - were not looking the slightest bit afraid and the literal twinkle of awe and curiosity the child had in their eyes seems like a confirmation.
As if they had never been outside before.
They look down at the grass in awe and slowly and carefully, the man drops down the child onto the grass. He watches as they take some grass into their fingertips and as a nearby butterfly lands on their nose and the child giggles.
Not that he'll ever admit this to anyone, but the image of the child looking so carefree playing with grass with the butterfly on their nose was indeed a very cute sight to behold.

Their heterochromic eyes looking so.....happy....