Mha Bnha Anime One Shots

Happiness is a Butterfly - Shoto Todoroki

Ten years. It was hard to believe a whole decade had passed since my time in UA.

Today just like most of my other Saturdays, I found myself pushing the cart through the same aisles of the supermarket. It wasn't my favourite chore but healthy meals didn't magically appear in my fridge. I scanned the overflowing bins of fruits and vegetables first. Most looked of them looked a little worse for wear, slightly bruised apples, limp broccoli, and strawberries past that were past their prime. I picked up a tomato, its skin was an unnatural shade of red. It felt off. Like it had been ripened under some harsh factory light instead of being grown in the sun.

As I rounded the corner into the next next, I reached for a bag of brown rice and my hand brushed against someone else's. I glanced up and saw a familiar head of brown bent over, carefully examining a bag of quinoa. My breath hitched for a moment and a jolt of surprise shot through me. But then, she straightened, pushing her cart that was practically overflowing with a dozen of fruits and vegetables. I realised I didn't know her.

She gave me a polite smile, there were crinkles around her eyes and continued on her way forward . Shrugging off the feeling, I grabbed the rice and continued through my shopping.

Pushing my crazy thoughts away I went on with my business too.

I loaded my bags into the car. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, a wave of uneasiness cane over me. I should've asked for her name. I should've said atleast a hi to the stranger. Anything to hear her voice. It was kinda funny how she was struggling to push her cart. It was packed, yes, but not with the usual processed stuff that everyone here seemed to buy. There were eggplants, plump green bell peppers, and a bunch of red cherries that were practically overflowing. It felt like a burst of colour in the sea of beige.

Maybe I was just tired. All this hero work, it takes a lot out of you. Not just the flashy fights and the near death experiences but the constant vigilance, the hair trigger alertness. Maybe my brain was just used to over analysing everything, conjuring up memories from thin air.

But even as I tried to dismiss it, I had this feeling. Tomorrow was Sunday and the store is usually less crowded then. Maybe... just maybe, I'd run into that woman again. It was a ridiculous thought, I know but I didn't care.

The next morning, I found myself parked in the same spot at the supermarket. The familiar hum of fluorescent lights greeted me as I entered, the air was pleasantly cool. I pushed my cart down the familiar aisles, my usual routine taking over. But this time, my eyes were scanning not just for groceries, but for a splash of brown amongst the crowd.

And then, I saw it. The same red peeking out from behind a mountain of watermelons. It was a cart overflowing with just as much things as I remembered. How many things can one buy in a matter of just two days? My heart was beating rapidly as I rounded the corner.

And there she was. Standing right there, inspecting a bunch of bananas. It was her. The woman from yesterday. Only this time, I recognized her.

Ten years.

It felt both like yesterday and a lifetime ago. It had been ten years since we last spoke, a decade since that awkward goodbye after graduation. The memory played on repeat in my mind.

But before I could even process it all, she turned, as if she felt my presence. Our eyes met across the aisle.

There was a flicker of recognition in her gaze too, a flicker that quickly morphed into surprise. Then a smile broke out on her face, a smile that lit up my entire universe, erasing all the years that had gone by in a flash.

"Todoroki?" She said, her voice a melody I hadn't heard in far too long. "Is that you?"

I smiled. "It's good to see you, y/n."