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"Y/N, honey! Come down for breakfast! Your last final weeks at Aldera Junior High, how exciting!"

Your mother beamed at you as the hurried down the stairs, sliding through on the rail for the last few steps with a dramatic stop, striking the same iconic pose your Idol, Bakugo did. With his smile unwavering, you imagined him in your head, with his wide smirk, and hands on his hips, looking down on the villain he had just defeated.

"Honey - It's toast, eggs and bacon today! I know you love spice, so I made sure to add some spice on your fried eggs!!"

You only rolled your eyes and jogged towards the table, finding your seat, as your hands banged the table in front of you, just as you spoke.

"Itadakimasu!"

"Such I good yet - loud girl..."

You heard your mother say, muttering those words you as you brought the plate near your own, scooping the eggs your mother made for you, while you let the toast hang from your mouth. With a quick hand, you ate both at the same time, making sure not to lose time to getting to school, since you wanted to stay longer to say bye to any friends leaving early.

"Ma? Someone's coming to my school for something- did you receive any news about it? You know who's coming?"

"Oh no honey, I didn't receive any emails telling me to prepare you for school recently, maybe your school wants some privacy about it, it could be a hero!"

"Hero? As if, they have duties, not coming to school for some crap..."

If only your hope in your Idol could fade away, maybe it was just some lower ranking hero, for an interview in our school? Maybe they came to our school once, but the only two heroes I knew went here are Deku and Dynamight- would your dreams really come true?

"He he! It might even be that hero you admire! What was his name again? Bakugo-san?"

"Could be-" You stuffed your mouth with the last of your toast, already chewing the last of the eggs with a huge gulp, quickly getting on your feet to then rush into the kitchen to clean your plate. Your ears somewhat flickered, sensing something... maybe your ears were just hypersensitive today, that was it.

"Okay Ma, you can shut up now- I'll head for school."

"Aha!! Bye Y/N! Come back early! It's your father's birthday!!"

"As if- He isn't even ali-"

"Bye bye my honey!!"

You were pushed out the door, trampling over the pots your mother had forgotten to put away and landed on a few branches of leaves, decreasing the impact you could have had on the concrete, maybe spilling you head in two if you weren't careful.

"He isn't even alive..." You finally finished.

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Your mother stood painfully still, somewhat guilty in having to push you out so suddenly, but she didn't want to hear that. She didn't want to hear what you were going to say next; she knew he was gone, she knew he was gone for good, but that isn't just some excuse to dismiss your father's birthday.

"Ma! I left my bag inside!!"

She blinked. What was that again? You left your bag inside? Oh, she should grab it...

She unlocked the door, her bright smile still plastered on her face.
"Here you go honey! Have a great day at school!"

"Thanks."

Honey. The name your father used to call your mother. Maybe she should stop using it on Y/N...

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You knew something was up with your mother, of course you did. You could sense her dread to sleep again, to relax for a while, to have someone by her side as she went to school, she longed for some connection.

Your father had died during the Great Final war, just as the hero Deku and the villain Shigaraki were fighting, and had apparently, your father was killed under the rubble that they had made during the fight, the multitude of homes and buildings destroyed in the process, for the peace to reign over Japan, to lose your own father in the process. You were just a kid back then, barely had any memory of that, except, you had been saved and rescued by the one and only Bakugo Katsuki, one of the top heroes in Japan, and you were the first of his fans.

Maybe you were too obsessed with becoming a hero like him, maybe even collecting his likes and interests, but you can't blame some kid who was literally saved from death himself! You were young back then, and only started liking spice because him, maybe even learning a few swears, maybe even started to bully a few of your friends, but that's teasing! Maybe you even learnt how to play the drums, and learnt to cook, maybe even started training your quirk before you got to U.A. Maybe even colouring the ends of your hair blonde... but that should be normal things to do when you have an Idol!

You skipped along the walkway, receiving a few glances from a few faces you would normally encounter. Like the child who always doesn't keep their fucking mouth shut.

"Mummy! It's that cat kid! Can I pet their ears?"

Secondly: The mother, who can't seem to remember her manners, and will always try to hide it.

"Oh- they're not a kid - but they have an awful habit of swearing..."

"OI! Shut the fuck up and keep walking!"

Maybe she wasn't lying, but keep that in your head lady!!!

Thirdly: The overly warm elderly couple who greets me. I love them.

"Hello deary," Grandma says, always having to reach out to pinch your cheek, which didn't hurt too much the first time she started that habit of hers.

"You've grown much taller than the last time we saw you!" Grandpa had pet your head and commented, his other hand still intertwined with his wife's.

"We'll be going now dearie, take care!"

You wave them off, watching them from a distance as you continued walking to your school, the small smile you had given them now rubbed off from your face, the last of that reminiscence fading away as you enter hell, the place you hated the most, but you would have to go to school, you must go to school, since your Idol Bakugo had almost perfect attendance.

You reached the school gates, sighing as the lively atmosphere drowned you with a world of laughter and happiness, something you hated seeing on other's faces except your mother, yourself, and a few other special individuals. The hall was crowded again, like always, the challenge of having weave through the crowd wasn't even a challenge due to your flexible and agile cat - like body of yours.

"If it isn't that hero wannabe again? Y/n? The little kitty who thinks they can be like Dynamight, hm??"

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A/N:
Yo yo!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Nothing much to say - so otherwise, new chapter coming out soon, so don't be weary!! As always, for my final bow, have a great day or night!

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