My Hero Academia: Central America, Tale of Two Heroes

Chapter 21: The Calm Before the Storm

"Hello sweetheart~ How has work been going lately?"

"Exhausting. I'm so sorry sweetie. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it home tonight."

"Aw~ it feels like we haven't seen you in so long."

"I-I'm sorry. I promise, we'll go out on a wonderful date, wherever you want."

"Huh~? Don't you mean we? Or have you forgotten you little boy?"

"I-I didn't. It's just weird how you refer to him and yourself."

"Hehe~ We are still sharing the same body you know~ He's been getting rowdier lately. He's so strong like his father."

"I wish I was there to see it. I promise, once he's born, things are going to change. Just you watch."

"I'm holding you to it! Say bye bye to daddy~ Oh-! That was a strong one. Hehe~ I guess he heard me."

"Hehe. Bye, Daddy loves you~"

"Hrm. No answer. Someone's giving you the silent treatment~"

"I guess I deserve it. Love you."

"Love you too~"

Morning:

Damn it. I can't believe I'm still remembering that memory. It's been almost eleven years and it still haunts me to this day. My name is Rojo Santo. I'm a police officer in the Zacatecas police department. I used to be a detective, but those days are long behind me. Now, I'm just some low level beat cop struggling to keep the streets clean of all the trash that's littering the city.

The morning is as shitty as it always is. I haven't slept in so long, the days feel the same. Waking up to the shitty apartment I've now found myself in. Pizza boxes and take out bags filling my home as I shuffle through the room. My bed is barely a bed, almost all the fluff is ripped out, ketchup and sauce stains all over it. Tossing the old uniform onto my back, I've been unable to distract myself enough in these ten years.

Hitting the gym, sometimes from morning to night. Then perpetuating my existence in fatty foods hoping a stroke will do me in. At least, hoping it'll do me in until that faithful day arrives. The day, I enact my revenge. For ten years ago, my beloved wife, my closest friend, died pregnant with our first child. The person responsible wasn't some random thug, or a punk with a knife. Hell it wasn't even a villain. It was some stupid child fucking around his quirk.

I'm still pissed about what happened back then. My wife is dead along with our child, on top of all that, dozens others were killed and injured. Even still, the kid was allowed to walk away from the cuffs of our justice system and live his normal life. What do I get? Some life insurance money and a broken home.

My life is ruined, I have nothing else to live for. But I'll be sure to make that bastard pay! Until then, I'm need in the force. My wife loved my drive to protect the weak and innocent, I'll keep doing it, until the day I die.

Meanwhile at ZHA:

[Lexi's POV]

Aw~ Earlier morning routines. Getting up from my comfortable Matador blanket, I hopped out of bed and skipped on over to the shower. After making sure I was presentable, I headed on down to the kitchen to prep something for lunch. I know Dona Maurice's food is to die for, it doesn't mean I'm willing to offer up my wallet for the sacrifice. Seeing how most of the food in the dorm is free, I usually make something to compensate for the fact I'm very poor.

I can't believe it's been a week since the internships have ended. For everything that happened back then, living life right now is kind of disturbing for me. So many people are in constant danger everyday, and here I am getting ready to make a sandwich without a care in the world.