Memories

Nickname-Theodora Flint

I woke up around eight in one of the most comfortable beds I've even been in. It wasn't the kind of comfortable that I felt safe in, but it was soft and I could sleep easy in it. I noticed I accidently fell asleep in my jeans, sweater and glasses.

I also saw that, at the end of the bed, clothes were laid out for me. Once I got up, I saw they were much too big for me. The shirt that was laid out was a red polo shirt and looked big enough to reach my knees. The pants, I knew, I could probably fit my whole body in. I changed into the shirt and kept my jeans on.

I padded down the stairs, sighing and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The images of what happened last night flew through my head like flash cards. My stomach had a bruise from where she kicked me and I felt like hell had taken over my body.

God...it really was all my fault. I had murdered my mom and now Rika is going to be fired because he tried to protect me, I guess. I'm sure Ground Zero had soaked up all the bullshit Elise spit out at him and thinks we're both devil incarnates.

With that though in my head, I wondered to the living room, where the fire place was lit. I watched as the flame danced and swirled with its wooden partner. I also saw that it was pouring outside. The rain painted the windows and it's music bounced off of the roof.

"Oh, you're awake."
I jumped, twirling around to see Rika, in his new outfit. It wasn't as big as it was on me, but still didn't fit right. He did the same thing as me. He wore a new grey button-up, with the pants he had wore yesterday.

"Oh...yes. Good morning," I spoke quietly, feeling guilty.
"Come into the kitchen, Tenya made breakfast and I think you're going to enjoy Grandpa Iida," Rika smiled softly and lead me down the hall.

The kitchen had black marble counters and was connected to a small dinning room. Tenya stood at the stove, making bacon, eggs and some kind of japanese dish I didn't know. In the dinning room, there was a smaller, box-shaped man who looked much older then anyone else in the room. He had the blue hair and glasses, but he...was American! I wasn't expecting that. He also wore green eyes and a bath robe, which I could see a grey sleep-shirt poke out of.

"Ah! So this is the little visitor we got yesterday," Grandpa Iida gleamed.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry for the intrusion," I bowed slightly and sat down.
"No need, no need! I'm always glad to have company," he smiled a boyish smile and asked me my name. I answered and he glowed. "A 'Flint'! I knew the Flints growing in America. I think I went out with one before coming here," he thought for a moment. "Her name was...Samatha Flint?" he raised a brow at me.
"My grandmother is named that, sir," I nodded.
"Yes, she was a sour girl from what I remember?"
"Yes. My mother got pregnant with me at a young age and Grandma Sam forced her from the house," I told him. Grandpa Iida groaned and said, "Stupid woman," in english, which made me giggle.

We had breakfast together, like a family would. The meals at Bakugou's were stiff and quiet...Here talked or listened. Tenya would talk with Rika about politics or anything else while Grandpa Iida told me stories of his youth or his hero days. His name was Quick Feet, which he regrets because he thought it was stupid. When I told him that in America there was a super hero named 'Flash' with a speed power too, he laughed and felt better about his name.

When breakfast ended, the Iidas and Rika sat in the living room while I went out to let the two german shepherds Grandpa Iida owned inside. I dressed in an old raincoat and rainboots much too big for me, and walked into the yard to look for the house the dogs had to themselves.

While in the yard, a red truck pulled into the driveway and a red-haired man got out and ran over to me. He wasn't dressed for the rain at all, but he bolted to me and nearly killed me in a back-breaking hug.

Looking at him better, his red hair was long and in a ponytail. He was built like a bulldozer and only wore a tanktop and jeans with black boots. He let go off me after what felt like hours, and looked at me.

"You really do look like Bakugou!" he grinned and his teeth were sharp, like a sharks. "Oh! Wait," he jumped. "Why are you in the rain?"
"I......was going to let Grandpa Iida's d-dogs inside..." I told him, hesitant.
"I'll help!" he almost bolted across the yard, getting soaked to the bone with water. I sighed deeply, was he another friend of Bakugou's?

After we let the dogs inside, I sat in front of the door, trying to keep the wet dogs from tracking water into the house. The red haired man shook his body like a dog and called, "Hey! Tenya! Mind gettin' a towel?"

Iida came to us a minute later, towels in hand. "Kirishima? When did you get here?"
"A second ago! I helped Tiny Blasty with the puppies!" he beamed.

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...Tiny Blasty...