𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐔, 𝐉𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐍, 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄.

He sat alone on an old, rickety chair that creaked whenever it moved. The cracked screen in front of him showed the image of a girl locking a door. He clicked through the collection of images, making blue light dance on his face.

She locked the door, she turned, she pocketed her keys. She began walking away, so he went back to the very first photo, starting to click through again. He smiled at her, stopping at a photo that showed her face.

It was taken from an angle that looked down on her, but she had her head raised to look up at the sky. Her eyes glittered in the light, shadows bringing out the detail of her figure. The crinkles in her suit, the stray baby hairs that framed her face, the creases in her dress shoes.

She was stunning in the light, just as she was stunning anytime. The man had watched her mature into a woman, and loved every second. He used his power (which grew and grew over the years), to watch her from every angle.

"I miss you." He whispers the screen, dragging his fingers across it.

"Boss, come here." A voice says from out in the hallway.

"What do you want, I'm busy!" The man shouts back, eyes set on the screen.

"It's about her." The voice says simply, sending the man flying out of his chair.

"What about her?" He exclaims once he's reached the main room.

"Look." The man belonging to the voice pointed towards a screen mounted on the wall, showing a picture of a group of pro hero's, accompanied by a woman. His woman.

"What is she doing with them?" The man growls out, furious.

"We're not sure. This was posted on Chargebolt's InstantGram forty-five minutes ago."

"This can't be happening." The man starts to panic. "This can't be happening!" He exclaims, forcing his fists down on the table in front of him.

A hand is placed on his shoulder.

"We are loyal to you. Whatever you need us to do, we shall." The figure says. "Anything at all,

Tomura Shigaraki."

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𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄, 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔.𝐀. 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄.

I laughed at something Nejire said, throwing my head back.

"So what do you guys teach? What classes?" I ask the three before me.

"I teach Heroics!" Mirio says. "You should stay and watch some of my classes! Maybe even give some tips!"

"I'm not sure what tips I could give, in the eyes of many of your students, I'm practically quirkless." I explain.

"Don't say that! Every student loved your seminar, and I'm sure they would love to hear what fighting advice you have! Many of them are very quirk oriented, and need to learn to not focus so much on their quirks." Mirio says, and I instantly feel all gushy inside. He's too sweet.

"Maybe I will." I smile, Mirio beaming back at me.

"Well, I teach mathematics. Nothing to flashy really, but I enjoy it." Nejire informs me.

"I-I'm just a teachers assistant. I do anything the other teachers need done and sometimes
c-consult on classes." Tamaki stammers out.

"Well that's pretty rad! You get to see all of the classes grow and develop."

"It is pretty cool." He says, looking down and blushing.

"(Y/N)? Is that you darling?" A woman's voice says from behind me. Turning, I find Midnight in the doorway. Her hero costume hasn't changed, and frankly, she looks exactly the same.

"Midnight!" I get up and hug the woman, her grip tight as always. Pressed up against her, I kept my eyes and mind on a cat poster behind her, mostly likely the work of Aizawa.

"How are you sweetie? I watched your seminar, absolutely brilliant!" She exclaims, leading me back over to where I was sitting.

"I'm pretty good, how are you?" I ask politely.

"I'm wonderful dear, and glad to see you." We talked for a bit before Cementoss entered, giving me a warm greeting along with Vlad King. I sat down for a while longer, catching up and eating my Chinese.

"(Y/N)?" Shrieks a voice from behind me. I beam, swirling up towards him, and doing our special handshake. Present Mic and I made this handshake up after I finished a test he gave me half way through my first year. We ended as we always did; hugging.

My lunch that day was pleasant and calm. I was happy to be back where I felt was my home for so long. After lunch, I walked to Nezu's office.

Knocking on the door, I hear a faint, "Come in!" from inside. I poke my head in.

"Nezu sir?"

"(Y/N), come in and hold the mouse man." I chuckle, walking over to where Nezu was standing on his desk. I wrap him up in my arms and he places his around my neck.

Once I put it down, he scurried over to a teapot on the corner of his office. 

"Tea?" He asks simply.

"Oh yes please." I respond, knowing I would still get one if I said no. He climbs up on the couch beside me, handing me a cup of tea.

"Your seminar was marvelous. Better than anything I expected." He compliments me, and I look down in embarrassment.

"Thank you." I say simply.

"I hope your agency is doing well. Nothing bad that I haven't heard about?" He asks.

"No sir, nothing. How are things here?"

"Absolutely wonderful. This years first years are brilliant, just as our graduating classes are." I smile, eyes drifting to his desk. My eyes land on a picture of a girl in U.A. uniform.

"You still have it?" I ask him, staring at the picture.

"Of course. It's my favorite picture." In the picture, I stand tall, smoke whipping away in the wind behind me. I wear the U.A. sports uniform, but it's charred and burned in some places. I'm smiling in the picture. I remember that day.

"And who's this? Who is that coming from the smoke? It's... it's (L/N) (Y/N) from General Studies! She comes out first place on the second round on the Sports Festival!"

I smile.

"Thank you for remembering me. I know when I was enrolled, I caused you and the staff a lot of trouble. Yet you all stayed with me. Determined to protect me." I say, eyes still on the picture.

"I would have protected you till your graduation. But (Y/N), you have to understand, my hands—"

"Your hands were tied. I know Nezu. I don't blame you for anything. I'm not upset anymore. Besides, I like what I do now better than what pros do. I'm happy." I look at the mouse-man, and he beams at me, looking like he's about to cry.

"You were always so understanding."

"I learned it from you."

We sat in each other's presence a while, making small talk.

"Have you gotten one as of late?" Nezu asks, staring at my picture. I know what he's thinking. He's thinking of the better days, before letters and expulsion and lawyers. So am I. We both long for those days. I know I do.

"No, not lately. But yet I never feel alone." I stare out the window in his office at a cherry tree. I studied under that cherry tree. I loved that cherry tree.

"Alone?"

"I feel like someone is watching me. Always. It's... unnerving." I respond, eyes trailing to my tea mug. "I just want my life to be... normal for once. Where there's not a surprise around every corner."

"Then you would be bored. I know you. You would bored out of your mind if your life were any different."

I laugh. "Your right Nezu. You've always been right."

I kinda like the "SOMEWHERE..." thing I added. Should I add it to the rest of the chapters?

Over and out.