KLEXOS ≽⁺. [ My Hero Academia ]

Absence

'Finally back...' Miku thought, as she pushed her backpack off her shoulder and onto the floor by her square wooden coffee table. Immediately and lazily she used the soles of her foot to remove her shoes and kick them near the shoe rack by her dorm's door. Once feeling the shiver-causing wooden floor beneath her stocking covered feet, the coldness pierced through the small gaps of thread from the stretched and worn fabric; she dived straight into her bed. The soft and fluffy throw blanket swallowed her face, engulfing her in safety and warmth. The fabric gently brushed her cheeks, forehead, nose, chin. Buried into the blanket, she groaned. After another day of catching up in her studies. While Miku didn't hate the so-called 'normal' school subjects, the pressure and expectation to keep up with her studies on top of her placement and maintaining her physical fitness was reaching a new level of exhaustion.

Finally at rest, Miku tossed over to her back, staring up at the ceiling. Mini beams of light were caught in her vision, etching semi-permanent dots into her sight when she cast her focus away. She was in silence. A moment to rest. And while she would love to cherish the break, she had to keep going. Arduously, she bolstered her upper body up to her elbows, glancing across from her bed at the bookcase that held her work. She still needed to study for Vlad King's Heroics exam.

'What chapter was I last on?' She questioned. Lazily propping back to her feet, she walked her way to the bookcase. Scanning through her bookcase, her hand brushed the file she hadn't opened in months. She still couldn't bring herself to open it after she mourned and mourned. The black plastic binding that was roughened up, creased at the edges. The folder that contained everything she had learned in the first half of the school year all wrapped up in one binder.

As her hand barely traced the edge, she felt her chest become weak. A dull ache echoed out from the arm to the tip of her finger. The pain from the work study resurfaced again and she felt like she was back in that cold hospital room clinging onto the metal railing. She held back the tears she had previously shed before.

Latching her finger onto the top of the spine, she pulled out the black folder out into her hands. But as she dragged it out, there was a slight plop on the floor - like paper hitting the ground.

'Hmm...?' She thought, as she cast her gaze down, seeing a folded piece of lined paper near her feet. Bending down, she picked up the fallen paper and placed down the binder onto her desk.

"It's from... Sir!" She gasped, as she recognised the handwriting on the top left corner of the white paper with her name written. Exactly the same as how he labelled her folder. 'What even is this?' She questioned, taking a few steps to the edge of her bed and comfortably sitting down, cross-legged.

As her finger traced the edge, she contemplated on whether she wanted to open it. Not because she didn't want to, but rather, she wasn't at all too sure if she was prepared too. As her eyes continued to scan her name, the strokes on the paper played those moments from the past. Last autumn felt like years ago, while only five months had actually passed. Her head couldn't wrap that fact around.

It read: 'Dear Miku, I hope this reaches you safe. Being truthful, when I first met you, I did look into your future. I saw you shine bright, and more. While I won't outline what I saw, I can safely say that you're stronger than you think. You have a lot of heart. I hope this folder does you well for the rest of your studies and for your blossoming future and remind you that you're always welcome here at Nighteye Agency, even when I'm not there. I look forward to the future you carve, Aizawa Miku. Don't forget to smile! – Sir Nighteye'

"Sir..." Miku pouted, as tear filled the brim of her eyes. Using her sweater's sleeve to wipe the tears away, she shook her head and smiled. "How have I never seen this? Gosh..."