A part of me didn't want to believe it, but the other knew how bad he had been. Nighteye was dead. I knew it, Eijiro now knew it, and Dad just watched him pass. Fuck.
I sat there, unmoving as my brain computed just what that meant. "Lily?" I heard a redhead call for me. I looked up at him with a reserve to not let my emotions get out of control. "Are you okay?" Dad leaves us, probably to go morn.
"I'm... fine," I lied poorly.
Eijiro frowned but didn't ask much more of me. He reached out for my hand, and I gladly took his, needing the initial support but hating the bandages wrapped around his arms and hands. As it only reminded me of all the sacrifices made.
I didn't move. I just felt... nothing. Maybe I was in shock? Or I needed time to grieve, either way, it forced me to only appear fine when in reality I felt as though someone had punched me right in the lungs.
In all, the entire battle was 45 minutes. Everything that seemed like forever, was a few minutes long at best. Putting that in perspective, my suffering was minuscule compared to those who did the major fighting.
"One of them... had..." I started, Eijiro looked over to me in surprise. Only I looked down at my arms and avoided his gaze. "Never mind." Eijiro's eyes trailed down to my arms, scars that I had made myself were fading but still there, and then back up to me.
He looked sad and empathetic.
"Don't be so sad about them." He said quietly. My heart lurches into my throat at his voice.
"Why shouldn't I? They're ugly. I'm littered in scars." I confessed. Tears starting in my eyes, blurring the world around me.
I hugged my arms closer to myself and pulled away from his soft touch. His warmth leaving as I did so.
"Because I'd rather you be scared of them than dead..." He said firmly, all of his will and faith going into that one sentence. "I'd rather you be fighting still than living a boring life and wishing you'd done something."
I looked up to him, tears rolling down my cheeks silently. His eyes were sharp but once they saw my expression they softened remarkably.
"You'd..." I echoed softly, finding it difficult to believe that he was saying all this stuff right now.
"Yes..." He pulls his hand through his hair, "I don't know what I'd do with myself if you died during the USJ attack and that dang Nomu. What I would've done if you hadn't survived that encounter with Dabi. What I would've done now if you had gotten much more hurt than I thought you did."
I soak up his words, staring at him incredulously.
"Am I dreaming?" I asked, choking back a sob. He simply smiles and shakes his head.
"Not in the slightest. What... do you dream of me?" He says cheekily.
My face explodes in a sea of red. "No!" I said immediately. Eijiros facade deflates and I certainly feel guilty immediately. "Why..." I started looking at his curiously.
"Why did you ask that?"
"Because I could."
"Another reason dummy."
"Because I wanted to see how red your face would get."
"Asshole!" I yelled, making him grin cheekily. I lightly hit his shoulder. And before I knew it I was smiling along with him.
"Not so much... just curious." He laughed before his face darkened. "Though... I don't see you much as a sister anymore..." No, we aren't going to have this conversation right now are we?! Fuck!

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