Chapter 91

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Author's note: Hey, dear readers. I could use some love if you have any to spare. Just feeling down on myself for some reason and questioning if this story is even good. It truly means so much to me if you're still here and invested in this story. Writing this has carried me through some of the most difficult months of my life if I'm being honest. I naturally write a lot of myself into the MC, so when I read the comments attacking her for being too weak or crying too much it really sucks. Also, I feel like those people are missing the point or not seeing the bigger picture which I'm not going to argue every time a comment like that is made. Heroes struggle too. Especially heroes in training but for God's sake can we please talk about Thor for a moment when he loses his confidence and has to go on his own self journey to realize his worth? Those are the fuckin hero stories that I want to hear and that's the fuckin hero story that I am writing. That was a bit of a rant. Thanks for listening. I appreciate you, dear reader. 

"Just because my expression doesn't change it doesn't mean you're not affecting me with your quirk."

"Huh?" I mumbled, looking up to find Ectoplasm staring at me expectantly.

I had been spacing out again without realizing it. It had been three days since my father had gone missing. The initial fear I had felt at finding out had slowly morphed into an overwhelming panic at times that had me constantly looking over my shoulder. How the hell does a grown ass man just disappear from his normal, every day life? And yet that's exactly what happened, as though I was in the Avengers movie and Thanos had made him simply evaporate into dust with the snap of a finger. As much as I wished that to be the case, it was completely unrealistic.

The police had ordered me to stay on school grounds for the time being unless I was off campus with my mom. She was currently staying with family and although I knew she wanted me to stay with her, she confessed that she felt it was safest for me to continue on at school, in an environment where pro heroes were within arms reach if needed. Mr. Aizawa had assured me that they would keep me safe, especially since I was primarily the school's responsibility at this point due to living on campus.

It was a welcome distraction to focus on the upcoming provisional hero license exam, which I was currently training for. I'd been waffling on my hero costume design but I had finally been forced to turn in my ideas after missing the deadline I'd been given initially. Mr. Aizawa had threatened that he would make my gym uniform my official hero costume if I didn't get my shit together and turn something in, so I'd frantically put something together over the break during one long, sleepless night. He'd told me before class started that Mei Hatsume, a student in the support department, wanted to me to stop by after class to try on the hero costume so she could describe some modifications she'd already made.

"Nakano." The grisly voice brought me back to attention.

"Yeah, yes, I'm here," I said, shifting my thoughts from my hero costume to the task at hand, which was figuring out my ultimate moves.

"Hey there, how's it going over here?" A familiar voice called out and I turned to find All Might walking towards us, waving with his free hand while his other arm sat trapped in the sling hanging around his neck. I sucked in a breath at the unexpected sight. It was the first time I'd seen him since his battle with the villain that had forced him into retirement and he looked far more frail in person than I could have imagined.

"Hey All Might," I said, trying to avoid his sunken in eyes.

"It seems like what you're lacking here is confidence. But you've already got one ultimate move figured out, right? The ability to project pain onto others without even touching them is huge. And from what I've heard, you're getting better at controlling it?"

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