Butterfly [ ON HIATUS/MIDORIYA ]

003. wada.

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FIGHTING crime and protecting civilians from evil were at the top of my list. But, the streets were strangely quiet. My patrols were more about speaking to civilians and ensuring them that 'justice would be served!' My mind, though, was elsewhere.

I became a regular visitor at the hospital. Every day, if my time would allow me. Nishimara's younger brother finally worked up the courage to speak to me more openly, and even though he was nineteen, he had brought me a poster of his. With a glittering look in his eye, he asked me to sign it.

I couldn't help but remember my mentor and predecessor, All Might. I had finally learned his name, Michi, and he told me tidbits about his sister here and there. Every time he spoke about her, there was so much love and admiration in his voice. And pain. Lots of pain.

But, when everyone else was asleep, and Michi had fallen asleep on his bench, I spoke with Nishimara (y/n).

She was a great listener, even if she couldn't respond. I spoke quietly about everything on my mind. My fears for my mom, who now lived alone in that treacherous condo. My friends, who I hadn't spoken to in a long time. And, my disbelief at becoming the youngest number one hero. My insecurity.

A couple of days had passed and I was sitting with Michi, who was busy with some sort of computer code. He tried to show me it but I honestly had no idea what he was doing.

"And that's the input. I'm creating a calculator for a specific amount of rocket fuel in a fixed container."

"Wow— that's incredible! I—"

I heard footsteps at the door. Michi peaked out from behind his computer, his eyes narrowing. He groaned loudly, muttering a 'shit' under his breath. Then, the door opened.

A man who looked to be around my age entered the room. He was wearing sunglasses, rings decorating his fingers, and an extremely nice suit. I felt extremely under dressed in my casual wear. He looked at the girl in the bed, remorse filling his expression.

"I didn't realize it was that bad," he said to himself. I still had no idea who he was. "When I got your text, I figured you were just being dramatic— Michi."

Michi's lips tightened and he glared at the man standing above her. "You don't give a single shit, do you Wada?!"

Wada— where did I know that name? Of course, Wada Industrial Creation Corporation. That was him?!

"Come on, don't be like that. She would hate to see you so angry at me, wouldn't she?" Wada said.

Michi threw down his laptop and deliberately knocked into him, brushing him with his shoulder on the way out of the room. The man looked at his watch. Then his eyes reached mine.

"I know who you are," he said. "Why are you here?"

"I'm here for support. She was a victim during the fire storm attack," I said without thinking, leaning forward in my chair. "Who are you to her, Wada?"

Michi has reacted so violently to his presence I couldn't imagine what this man could've done. Was he an estranged brother? A boss? I didn't know.

"That's rather bold, coming from someone who's never even met her," he folded his sunglasses. "I'm her boyfriend."

It all came flooding to my mind. I had been invited to several events as a special guest, where Wada had been present. The girl on his arm was always beautiful and kind to everyone. Long (h/c) hair that fell delicately beyond her shoulders. She wore the most beautiful dresses that really accentuated her figure, but it was her smile that lit up any room.