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By the and end of the day, the group had probably gotten a few stuffs and had probably eaten a whole buffet. Raikou bought a few action figures of some heroes he hadn't collected yet, and a small magazine all about U.A, while Kazuma git a few pets stuff, like some toy mice for Yuzu. Mirako got herself some pet stuff, to cure her boredom. Hawks bought himself some clothes, with preferable holes on them for his wings. It was all just a playful memory once the day had come to an end.

"Cya tomorrow, Raikou! Cya Mr Hawks!"
Kazuma called out, as they departed at the opposite direction, headed towards his mother's rented house just a few blocks away from their penthouse. Apparently, Kyoka, his mother rented several in case of any more tragic emergencies, probably already too much to keep a handle on. (Mostly likely forced by his Aunt Yaomomo, since she had a lot of superstitions.)

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"Welcome home! Not home, but it's alright! Welcome back!"

Raikou arrived back home, greeted by his mother while Hawks took the chance to quickly fly away. The house was as average as the many houses you'd see on the way to Tokyo. Nothing really special like their hold penthouse or at least a mansion like where uncle Dynamight lived. It was normal, and average, and not out of the ordinary. At least it wasn't almost burnt to a crisp.

The kitchen was right beside his bedroom. Very unusual, but it meant he'd be able to sneak out anytime for a midnight snack. His bedroom was also beside the bathroom. Very unusual again, but it meant he'd be able to have more midnight trips than normal.

He'd make his way towards the empty shelves across his bedside, wondering why it was empty, the way he'd store all his action figures, especially his favourites. Why was it empty? He needed to fill it, the multiple layers of which the wood of the veneers held it up, as a thin pane of glass displayed bare caves, naked from the many doubles of figures he'd have of his father and of Hawks.

It was dusty, but also quite clean that it felt as if someone had previously lived here for a few days. The room arrangement was also pretty unusual, his bed was right under the window, where it would be previously placed beside the window, where stood a little space in between to look outside, or just spread your legs. There also wasn't a desk at all, just a small treasure box, the same wooden texture that the shelves were made of. The walls didn't contain any posters of his favourite rock band or hero's, just scratches at maybe a few drawings, that probably came from some kid that used this room way before him.

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His mother peeped her head through his door, while he helped himself to move his bed and shelf. Kyoka was just standing, watching him finish his task until he finally noticed her, looking a bit shook at his mother's actions.

"Mom?"
"Ah- hello! Just wondering about some, noise?"
"Just rearranging furniture, if this is going to be home then might as well make it look like it."
He dropped himself on his new bed arrangement, half satisfied with it, but the treasure box had to go.
"Alright, as long as your happy... You can begin school in two days, might be skipping out on a few days, but hey! School might be hard, so just this time I'll give you that break. But as soon as next week, no skips, only if you're sick. This isn't really like me, but like Hawks, I'm just extremely worried."
"Ah, don't worry Jack. I didn't think this was like you too."

She left his door half lidded open, prepping some small dinner that would probably be Noodles again.

He remembered all too well the chat he'd have with Hawks after school, and a few days afterwards with the nomu. All the glass was everywhere, rain pouring, thunder everywhere. It still looked so clear to him, as if he was reliving it, but it was just a memory. A memory he'd remember all too much. Even the shape of the nomu, its build, and how he actually though this event would be the rise of new villains. The way is arm tangled around him as they both fell of his room, the way peoples screamed entered his ears. It was so high pitched. He'd also remember hearing wings flapping behind him, as individual feathers capture him while held captive, giving him time to be rescued by the winged hero. The panic yells he'd hear just before he blanked out. The huge rip on his hip, how it hurt even if he moved just a tiny bit. The ringing in his ears, how annoying it was, it scared him just a bit. It was all still terrifying. How did he even survive? What if the nomu was real? What if Hawks wasn't there to save him? What if he died? Would his dad be upset? Would he be in a fit of rage and disappointment that he'd never look back on the son he once called his? Would he? Would mother hate the way her son was called weak? Would she be crying if she saw his lifeless body being carried between the nomu's palms, or left on the concrete road surrounded by a bunch of witnesses?

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"Oh, what's the time?"

He'd peep his head over his body, still laying on the newly made sheets, thunderbolts across the covers made with precise stitches with a blue colour. It was 6 o'clock, probably time for him to check if his mother was done.

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"Thanks for dinner mom...!"
"Good night then, my little Thunderbird!"

Did Hawks tell her his nickname? Never mind. Its bedtime.

He went his way back to the bedroom he desired to change up, but it didn't have the time too and fell into a deep sleep. This time he wouldn't count sheep like he used to, but dream about him falling from the heigh of a skyscraper, falling, falling, but there was no one to catch him. The nomu grasped him so close, his eyes could have almost exploded, while the grin he took pride in was smirking viciously at Raikou. He kept saying 'your mine... your mine!' At the top of his lungs, only to stop when Raikou tried to his lightning on him, but as what happened last time, it didn't work. He just watched it play over, over, and over. It never stopped. He could only hear screams that seemed to fake, since in his dream there wasn't even a crowd at all, let alone solid concrete to die on. He just watched the nomu give him the fright of his life. It was clear. Clear as day. Nothing could stop this from happening.

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A/N:

Yo yo!! Aha- might have guessed, short chapter??? I'M SO SORRY AGAIN!!! At least detail was up to date :DD

// Writing paragraphs is hard, I would rather have more dialogue, but Raikou doesn't want too :( //

- Polaroid ♡♡