Simple things

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We got tired of doing the same things in quarantine, so we brainstormed ideas for something to do. We finally settled on painting the walls. All we have to do now, is get the ok from Aizawa. Me, Shoto, and our children went to bug him for permission. He might say no a few times, but we have a solution for that minor problem.

Mina.

She can be one of the pushiest people on earth if you aren't careful. Poor Aizawa. When he said he wouldn't give in Mina didn't leave him alone for three hours straight. He finally caved and I made paint. Eventually everyone joined in, even Bakugo. He mostly painted explosions though..

"Hey love, it's getting late." Shoto says, putting his arms on mine. I checked my phone and saw he was right, it was 8:17. We all went to bed and I woke up early the next day. Nobody else was awake yet, at least no one was in the common room. I looked at the clock and frowned a bit. 6:58. I took out my notebook and doodled a bit before getting bored. So I started singing the song that was stuck in my head.

"With a bold and sudden calling,

Western revolution's starting,

Let our hearts be open to it,

Pacifist nation.

Ridding on a penny farthing,

It's the flag of our sun rising,

Warding evil spirits like an ICBM.

On the train tracks, running along the line,

Let us move forward,

Don't look behind.

Boys and girls becoming like samurai,

Just like those from our previous life.

Thousands of cherry blossoms,

Dwindling in the light.

Though I can't hear your voice,

Keep what I say in mind.

This bouquet that surrounds,

Is iron poison see,

Looking down at us from that big guillotine.

Darkness has just engulfed the universe we know,

The lament that you sing can't reach ears anymore.

We are still far away,

From reaching clear blue skies.

Go ahead keep shooting,

With that ray gun fight!

Veterans who've trained through struggles,

Are now officers in battle,

Here and there we see the harlots in procession.

This one, that one doesn't matter,

Every single person gathers,

March unto our saintly deaths now,

One,

Two,

Three,

Four.

Passing through the gates on mountain peaks,

Escaping this world, kill all the evil fiends.

Surely this will end in a denouement,

Among the crowds giving their applause.

Thousands of cherry blossoms,

Dwindling in the light.

Though I can't hear your voice,

Keep what I say in mind.

This bouquet that surrounds,

Is iron poison see,

Looking down at us from that big guillotine.

Darkness has just engulfed the universe we know,

The lament that you sing can't reach ears anymore.

We are still far away,

From reaching peeks of hope.

Go ahead keep shooting,

Use that flashing bolt!

On the train tracks, running along the line,

Let us move forward,

Don't look behind.

Boys and girls becoming like samurai,

Just like those from our previous life.

Thousands of cherry blossoms,

Dwindling in the light.

Though I can't hear your voice,

Keep what I say in mind.

That bouquet that surrounds,

Is iron poison see,

Leaping down to us from that big guillotine.

Thousands of cherry blossoms,

Dwindling in the light.

Once your song can be heard,

We'll dance with all our might.

This bouquet that surrounds,

Is iron poison see.

Go ahead keep shooting,

With that ray gun lead!" I finished the song with tears in my eyes. I felt three sets of arms put themselves around me and looked down to see the sleepy faces of Mina, Uraraka and Tsu.

"Morning mom." Uraraka yawned, giving me a sleepy smile.

"That was really pretty." Mina says as she cuddles my arm. Tsu nodded in agreement.

"Why don't you sing for us more, kero?" She asked. I blushed a bit out of embarrassment.

"You girls are the best. If you want I guess I could sing for y'all..." They lit up.

"Yes please!" They sang in unison, Tsu including her usual 'kero'.

"I love my family." I smiled.


//Heyo fam! If you haven't noticed, I love music. So I might add more chapters like this. Also, I love hearing from you guys! Your comments make my day, even if I don't reply.\\

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