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"Is this really the path you want to take, Margo?"
"Yes. No turning back now."
~Margo Kimika is a girl with a complicated past, and an even more complicated present. She simply wants to li...
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A/N: (What do you mean this isn't how it ended?)
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I lazily turned over in the bed, not feeling tired in the slightest.
I was currently recovering in the hospital at the moment. This was only made possible, thanks to the pro heroes who originally knew my situation. Ryukyu and, to my surprise...Rock Lock, convinced the officials that, for ethical and moral reasons, I should be allowed to rest and recover, before my future is decided.
All talk of my possible jail sentence, or my possible re-admission into Nyushin labs, has been temporarily put on hold.
For how long? I'm not sure.
I was still reeling from the events of the past 24 hours. I couldn't wrap my head around most of it. Eijirou was taken to the hospital, too. So, I'm sure he's in here somewhere.
But, my room was heavily guarded, in order to make sure I don't escape. So, I'm sure there's no way I'd be allowed to see him.
I looked over at the door, hearing someone faintly talking behind it.
There was a person outside....talking to the guards.
In the next instant, my door abruptly opened, revealing someone I was so incredibly happy and relieved to see.
"Mr. Aizawa!!" I exclaimed, sitting up in the bed excitedly.
He quickly closed the door, before coming over to me. I noticed he was also in a hospital gown.
"Are you hurt?" I asked him in concern.
He scoffed lightly, sitting on the edge of my bed.
"No. I got scuffed up a bit during the Overhaul mission, and when I came in for a check up, the hospital staff insisted I stay over night to make sure I heal appropriately." He shrugged, handing me a letter.
I took the letter....feeling something hard in the envelope, some type of object.
I furrowed my brows, about to open the letter, before Mr. Aizawa stopped me.
"Don't open it yet. It's from Sir Nighteye. He told me he didn't want you to open it, until you feel you're in a good place. I'm advising you...I don't think that time is now." Aizawa said gently, placing the letter on my side table.
My eyes lit up, upon hearing the name.
"S-So, Sir Nighteye is okay!?" I asked hopefully, seeing Aizawa's face cloud with soft pity.
He was quiet for a moment, letting out a tired sigh.
"Sir Nighteye.....passed on. This morning. He went peacefully though. I told him you accomplished his foresight. He was very happy to hear. Very proud of you. Mirio was by his side." Aizawa tried to reassure, already seeing the tears cloud my eyes.
