Lenora never met her real parents and the family that adopted her died in a terrible accident, leaving her to grow up with the sweet old couple who lived next door, who were more than happy to have the little 6 years girl to raise.
Despite her new...
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"And now it's almost a month since I left U.A. and, y'know, I'm stronger. Maybe even a bit wiser. I don't know about the wise part, to be honest," she sighed, ripping the grass from the ground, "I can control a powerful rune, kinda, but I wasn't there for Kat's birthday so it's not a very wise thing to put aside your friends and family for power, right?", Len waited for an answer that never came, "I wish you'd be there to tell me what to do. Also, I never had the chance to tell you but, I forgive you. It wasn't your fault. Now I get you were just worried about me. I should've been the one apologizing, not you," she touched the cold tombstone, caressing the name carved on it, "I miss you, Nemuri."
It was the morning after her talk with Hawks, so it was Katsuki's birthday and she was spending her time talking with a piece of stone, seated on the wet ground, a bouquet of blue and white flowers she personally grew resting on her side.
She hated graveyards; they were terrible places and despised thinking about her loved ones resting there. She also hated funerals. She attended too many already. She never once went on Tadashi or her first adoptive family's tomb, but with Nemuri was different. She felt deeply guilty for her death, and she had things to tell her before they could eat her out from the inside. And so, two hours, four meltdowns, and a long-ass speech later, she was there, crunched on what was left of Nemuri, hating herself a little less.
She dreamed every night about what could've happened if she just stayed there with her teacher. They would be able to save each other, or they would end up dead? If she was killed before confronting her brother she would've cursed him from hell, she knew it. But what if Nemuri was saved?
Yeah, and what if Aizawa died instead?, a voice in her head reminded her.
The truth was that whatever Len could think, in the end, someone would eventually die in that battle. As Yamada said, it wasn't fair, but it was war.
They were Heroes, they knew the risks that life carried, but that didn't mean she had to accept it so easily.
"Maybe I'm not suited to be a hero", she pondered out loud, hiding her face in her knees.
Her sixth sense hit her, and she rapidly hid in the shadows, slipping under a tree and waiting. She recognized the presence coming and from her position, she peeked at the blonde man placing flowers on Nemuri's grave. He took off his sunglasses, fixing the nice plants one beside the other, sighing.
Just as she thought about Yamada, where he was appearing from nowhere.
Well, not exactly from nowhere; he was probably on his way to school and decided to take a moment to say hello to a dear friend.
She watched him gripping the bridge of his nose, repressing a sob.
"I don't know what to do without you here, Nemuri", he whispered, closing his eyes and standing up again.
Lenora decided to stop overhearing, feeling she was invading Yamada's presence.
"Dark Matter", she spoke so lowly that it sounded like a wind breeze, and Present Mic didn't even realize his kid was standing behind him. A familiar scent reached him, and some purple petals floated around, but he couldn't see them.
