Summer Birdie

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The scorching heat can be seen on the black tarmac as you wish your father a lovely day at work, his car slowly reversing out of the driveway. You keep waving to him until the car disappears around the bend. There wasn't a cloud in sight today. Just clear blue skies.

"You're up early today." Your mother says hanging out the laundry, the lovely smell of lavender and honey lingering in the air as you walk past.

"I know! It's too hot to sleep in." You groan, going over to the cabinets and taking out a tupperware container and your old 'neko' tumbler bottle and begin packing up your breakfast and orange juice away. "Heading out!"

"Before you go, remember to bring back your flask!" Your mother calls to you from the pile of laundry. "Don't leave your things at other people's houses, it's not polite! Oh! And-"

"Come home for before dinner- I got it!" You call back, sneaking some snacks into your bag along with some of your savings from your piggybank. "Love you, see you later!"

"Love you too, sweetie, have a great day!"

Taking the trek up the hill felt steeper and more tiresome with the morning heat scorching your back. You never felt so weak before as your knees buckle and wobble, your palms sweaty and beads of it dripped off your chin as you climb what you thought was now a mountain, but you persist to climb it as fast as you can, taking little to no breaks knowing that someone was waiting for you at the top, and as promised, you'd be there. 

As you bend down the road to the empty row of houses, you spot an ominous white van parked in front of the house at the end of the street. You quickly duck into a nearby bush, making sure to hide yourself using your quirk to change your hair the same shade of green as the bush and your arms to look like the branches. Even in the summer heat, the men from the van were all dressed in black; black suit, black tie, black shirt and black shoes. The heat eminating from all the black they were wearing. It wasn't long until they were finished and as silently as they appeared, they all cramped themselves into the van and drove quietly away.

Woddling inside the bush, you continue in your new disguise and proceeded to roll your way down the street and to the rondevu point. Getting there, you peel back the wooden panel and find your flask and a neatly folded wrapper inside, you put them into your bag and wait on the otherside. Too afraid that if you knocked you would alert one of the adults and get the boy into trouble. You sit inside the shrub out of the blazing sunshine and wait.

An hour later, you hear the door gently creak open and the small pit-a-patter of feet tiptoeing down the porch steps. As you see the door open, the boy jumps backwards shielding himself with his toy as he points at you from the other side, hissing "who are you?!"

"Shush!" You exclaim through gritted teeth, jumping out of the shrubbery, "it's me!" You turn off your quirk letting your skin and hair go back to normal. You hear a small "wow" escape the boy's lips watching you in amazement. You giggle at the expression on his face. "You should see what me brother can do, he can turn into all kinds of things!"

"That's so cool!" The boy hushly yelps, "I wish my quirk was that cool."

"It's not like we can choose, dummy!" You giggle, but instantly regret calling him a dummy as his smile fades, awkwardly shuffling on his feet, his fingers fiddling with the flames on the toy hero. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." You say quickly, "my brother calls it banter, but I guess it is a little bit hurtful...here." You say, laying out a handkerchief and the tupperware container on top. "The toast's a little soggy," you say placing the orange juice next to it "I hope you don't mind."