a home.

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Imizo entered the home she shared with the hero who saved her nine years prior, that she admired and loved dearly, Present Mic. Or as she called him away from others, Hizashi. The once frightened girl had been happily adopted by Hizashi after she recovered from the hospital. She had nowhere else to go, Yuka's family had disowned and abandoned the child and Ryu's family was scarce and dangerous. Hizashi visited Imizo every day until she had recovered from her injuries.

She had gradually grown close to him and reluctantly accepted the adoption, though he had saved her, she didn't quite know if she could trust him. When Imizo finally moved into the small apartment, she had hidden away in her new room for weeks. Hizashi had to slide meals into her room until she became more comfortable.

Now, Imizo casually removed her shoes and set her keys on the kitchen island. She walked to her room and threw herself onto her bed and looked up at the pastel yellow walls. Nine years, she had stared at these same walls, she couldn't even remember what her old room looked like. Her memory had blocked out most of the childhood spent with her parents. She wasn't unhappy, until the incident. But she couldn't allow herself to remember or she would see the trauma of nine years ago.

To this day, Imizo cannot sleep without lights on in her room, she feared her father's shadow manipulation would catch her in her sleep. So she never left a shadow in her room. Hizashi didn't mind, which made Imizo feel less like a nuisance, but she knew it was still a burden. More bills to pay and still Imizo had nightmares, waking up her guardian with a scream as she sat up covered in sweat. But nonetheless, Imizo knew Hizashi loved her and she dearly loved him.

As the girl was lost in thought, time passed quickly. Hizashi had entered the home with a bag in hand. Imizo poked her head out of her open door to greet him.

"Welcome home, Hizashi!" She chirped, "Is that dinner?"

"It is, I bought your favorite udon from the restaurant at the corner! Sorry for the long wait, but dinner is served!"

Imizo smiled gently, something she only ever did for Hizashi and sat at the kitchen island with him. They dug into their meal and silently enjoyed each other's company. Imizo felt bad from time to time at her lack of words, she had always been more reserve since she could remember but after her father, she closed herself off much more. The girl knew full well that Hizashi was a lively man, who enjoyed small talk and the company of others, but she rarely could bring herself to talk. Today, she decided, she would try for her idol.

"About my hero costume, assuming I get accepted, I wanted to have you and maybe Shota help me with the design?" Imizo spoke softly.

"IMIZO OF COURSE I WOULD LOVE TO HELP," Hizashi's loud voice cheered with a fatherly pride.

"Hizashi, there's no need to shout," Imizo chuckled before continuing, "I don't want anything too fancy like your costume but nothing as casual as Shota's something in the middle that I can be comfortable in."

"I have some ideas for you, you've always been more practical and reserved so your costume should have those same qualities, we'll have Shota come by tomorrow and discuss the details then!"

"Thank you, Hizashi, I can't wait."

Imizo finished her meal and smiled at her caretaker, she was forever in debt to this man. He would never truly realize just how much he meant to Imizo, but she was going to make him proud. She was going to make her father proud.

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