Mavis' pov

A yawn escaped my mouth as I opened the door in front of me. My eyes were still adjusting to the light because of the cloth that I had on since the start of the day. Aizawa is behind the doors, I don't need it now.

After stepping inside the room and the door closing behind me, do I smile at the little girl who runs towards me, arms already open. "Big Sis!" Eri called out, crashing with my legs and hugging them. I ruffled her hair in a way of greeting and looked up, to the males in this room who were watching us. Broccoli boy had a warm smile on his face. The one from The Big Three had one, too, but his made me want to puke. It's too bright for my liking.

Then there was Aizawa, looking bored as hell, while Monoma... looked like himself. I didn't miss the horn that he has on his forehead. It is an identical one to Eri's.

I took Eri's hand and guided her to a seat. I'm exhausted, especially since I haven't eaten nor slept the last 24 hours. "You called?" It was directed towards Aizawa, but I didn't look away from the stool I was heading to.

I sat down first, before bringing Eri up to my lap and I hugging her close to my chest. "Is that one of the sweaters that I bought you?" It is a light pink sweater that makes her look more adorable than she already is. I'm kind of glad that they got her stuff from the basement underground. Eri nodded. "Mister Aizawa let's me pick my outfit myself!" She said softly, while swinging her legs slightly.

"So you don't need me anymore?" Eri shook her head, but before she could say anything, someone cleared his throat. It was that grumpy old man. "I called you because I need to know more about Eri's quirk." I hummed. "Why would you think I know something about her quirk?"

"Because you are Mavis, who worked with the people that had Eri in their hands for quite a while."

"I didn't work with them. They did their shit while I looked after Eri."

"We went to the cinema together." Eri added with a smile. Wether it was to ease the tension that was rapidly building up, or to defend me. Either way, I squeezed her side lightly in thanks.

"You are right. I know stuff that you guys don't. And I'm only helping you this once, because it's about Eri." I eyed Aizawa for a second before standing up, taking Eri with me but then seating her down again.

"I asked a friend to lock documents away. For safety reasons. And I don't want to hear any questions about him, while he is here and afterwards, and you get the documents." I don't know if Akito is available right now, but I do know that he is always listening if I ever needed help.

"What documents?" The green haired boy asked, watching me like the others walking to a shadowed corner. I turned around with a grin. "Documents that I stole from Kai,"

"Overhaul?"

"You stole from him?"

I waved off blondie and Broccoli boy. "I got a beating for them, so I technically paid for them with my own blood." Before I would need to hear anything else from them, I turned to the shadowed corner. "Akito, I need the documents back. Can you hear me?" The corner is only light shadowed, so Akito is likely to hear my voice strained, and it would also be likely for him to take a while to get here. For a moment, neither of the males said anything.

I only heard Eri's light footsteps as she walked with tiny skips to me. "Is he coming?" She asked, looking from the shadows up to me. Back and forth. I still remember her being fascinated with Akito's shadow-walk. I looked exactly like her when I had seen it the first time, too.

"Who are you talking about?" Monoma asked impatiently. "Have they lost their minds?" He whispered towards the others, but I could still hear him. The others were silent. Someone else started walking towards us, but I didn't move. "Akito, are you alive?"

A dark silhouette of a man formed out of the light shadows, and I stepped back a step, taking Eri with me. The person that walked towards us stopped where he was standing and gasped. A hand was the first thing that materialized into its normal state, then one foot in a black boot, then blonde hair. One eye blink later, and Akito was standing in front of me.

"Sadly, I'm still alive." He answered, rolling his neck and taking a deep breath. "You okay?" He looked like shit. His eye circles darker than ever, he is in a pj that looks like it had seen better days. Far more better days. And his boots weren't even closed completely, as if he just slipped into them before shadow-walking. His lips were cracked and he looked paler than normal.

"I felt worse." Could be true. I don't know how he feels right now to compare it with how I once found him, but nothing could really top that. "Here," he held up the documents that I asked him for and shoved it onto my chest. I took it with both my hands, not knowing what to say next. Because I couldn't tear my eyes away from his form. Is he mourning? Is that why he looks like this?

Eri was clutching the hem of my big sweater, which I only now realized. I looked down to her, but she was looking at Akito. His shoulder to be exactly. Then she smiled. She literally smiled at Akito. A boy who looks like a ghost. I heard more footsteps coming, and this time I looked behind me. All males were walking towards us, much more likely towards Akito. Broccoli boy looks like he had seen a fallen star.

And Aizawa looked so on edge, I wonder why he still hasn't jumped on Akito.

Looking down again, I went through the pages briefly. "Don't worry, I had them in my room the whole time. And I haven't read anything if you worry about that, too."

I shook my head. "You would never read something if it wasn't a game instruction or a manga." And nobody goes inside Akito's room. It's taboo for everyone. Only I went there a couple of times, but I never went there if I felt like it wasn't necessary. Akito likes his privacy, but the soft spot that he has for me would never allow him to kick me out.

He yawned. "If it's all you wanted from me, I want to take a nap."

I actually wanted to ask him some questions, but the males are preventing me from asking them. They are too personal for my liking.

Midoriya stepped forward, already opening his mouth, but I held my free hand in front of his mouth to prevent him from asking questions about Akito's quirk.

I eyed him up and down and when we locked eyes, I asked him a silent question. Are you okay? Do you need someone to talk to?

"Mavis, I'm fine." I gave him a look that told him I wasn't buying his bullshit, but I didn't press further. We have company after all. He bowed, "Your Highness," before shadow-walking away.

I removed my hand from Midoriya's mouth and turned around to find blondie and Monoma still staring at the wall. Aizawa was eyeing the documents, so I walked towards him. "Everything I know about Eri's quirk is written in here. It could be that Kai kept some information to himself, but 98% about what he found out should be there." He took it when I held the 3 documents out for him, one thicker than the other two, and I stepped forward, closing the gap between me and Aizawa.

"There are also written documentations over the experiments he did on her. They are pretty... stomach turning." He looked from my eyes back to the documents in his hands and eyed them. "Have you read them all?"

"Yeah," I breathed out.

"Was that why he laid a hand on you? Or was that what Sir Nighteye saw because of something else?" Sir Nighteye? I always was bad with names...

"Doesn't matter." I stepped away and turned around. Towards Eri, and offered her a smile.

"I'll be going sweetie. Do you need something from me?" She shook her head. Looking back to the corner where Akito vanished.

The others clearly had questions, but they voiced none. I told them not to before Akito came after all.

~

"Close the door! Tsu can't move anymore!"

"Oh, sorry, Tsu!"

It was snowing. That's what I'm told. Only activating my quirk every 30 seconds tells me that it still is. I would love to go out and watch it snowing, but I can't stand the cold.

Sitting on the couch, with Sero besides me, I hugged my legs to my chest and rested my head sideways on my knees. Only listening to people talking and every half minute just training my quirk more and more. It's good that it's snowing, actually. I can train my concentration more if I try and focus on only one snowflake. That's what I'm trying to do for over half an hour, anyways. And I'm losing my mind every passing second.

"Let's watch the snowfall report!" I heard Denki say from my right side, somewhere besides Sero. "Hey, do you know what time Todoroki and Bakugo will be back?" Sero asked someone. "I want to borrow the next volumes of manga he lent me."

"They said it would be around six." Midoriya answered from somewhere behind.

Aoyama took a seat to my left, making me be sandwiched by Sero and him, so I leaned against Sero to have it more comfortable.

"I wonder if they're taking their test now..." Jirou took a sip of her hot chocolate, sitting on a chair that she scrambled from somewhere. "Will they be okay?"

"They'll be fine!" Hagekure reassured Jirou. "Even Bakugo's been pretty good recently! Even though he's still bad!"

"Maybe I'll make a cake while we wait." Sato said. I would have offered to help. I love baking. But the chance of me getting salt rather than sugar into the mix is pretty high. So I only slumped on Sero's shoulder more and gripped the blanket, that I had around myself, more tightly. How depressing.

"Yay!"

"The only thing I ever beat those two at... was getting my provisional license first, though." Denki said from over the other couch, still switching the TV channels, in search for the news.

"Stop sounding so petty." Sero said from besides me.

It's honestly working me up not to see everyone's movements. Or facial expressions. Or any furniture and items. Literally everything.

I jumped slightly when Mineta screamed out 'Petty-nari!"

"What the heck?!"

"Kaminari, you have plenty good that's unique to you."

"Thanks, Shoji..."

"Expanding into a new industry DETNERAT enters the hero support business." I briefly heard the news woman say, before my classmates continued chatting again. With a sigh, I stood up and made my way to the door. Sero offered his help, but I was too stubborn to accept it. I can do it on my own.

Feeling my way to the door, I managed to grip the handle and slide the door open and quickly closing it again when I stepped outside. The blanket that I still was covering myself with, didn't do much. My body jerked into a shiver when a cold breeze hit me.

Keeping my body with my quirk to the right temperature really makes me feel spoiled right now. As if I was a child that grew up with lots of money and the money was now taken from me. I stopped appreciating my quirk after a while. It's a part of me, a part that I still can't control like I used to.

I took the cloth off my eyes and let them readjust, squinting in the meantime. Fumbling my hand from the blanket to get it outside, I stretched it in front of me. With little more than I used to give, I concentrated while flicking my hand slightly to the left.

I felt something. My fingers curled into a fist, I clenched it, then unclenched it in a heartbeat. A part of the snow that was laying on the ground, in front of me, just unfroze. And as I lifted my unclenched hand more, it lifted off the ground.

I dropped my hand down, the water falling to the ground, getting my hand back into the blanket as I groaned with irritation. That's pathetic compared to what I had in store before everything. I would say patience here is everything, but I do not have patience.

A five year old has more patience than me.

I sat down on the hard ground while gazing at the snow. Watching snowflakes fall down, down, down. Not caring that I'm sitting on snow. I'll go shower at the end of the day, anyways. I want to scrub everything from the last 48 hours off of my skin.

I tried to do it this morning. After my run where I thought it would clear my mind. But I still feel like shit. Utterly useless shit.

Suddenly, I felt warm. Hot to be more specific. I threw the blanket away from me and nearly lost my balance while fucking sitting. My hands shot to the ground and the snow melted away. The water was steaming when it made contact with my skin. I yanked my hand away from the snow, to my chest, and tried to even my breathing that became a bit faster than before it happened.

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"Mavis, what are you doing sitting in the snow?" I took a final deep breath and turned my head slightly towards Jirou. Only to see her from the corner of my eye, not to make eye contact. 

My tongue felt like sandpaper as I tried to speak. Clearing my throat, I looked back down to where my hand was half a minute ago. "I just needed some air." I managed to get out smoothly. Looking up to the sky.

Jirou's footsteps sounded, and stopped when she was besides me and seated herself. "Are you okay?" I hate this question. Especially when I'm not okay. It feels like I was caught in hiding my last problem that I so desperately tried to stuff behind a door with my other problems, only for it to not fit into the small space that was left.

I turned my head back down and to the right side of mine, only slightly. For her, to not see my bottom lip trembling slightly. I bit the inner of my right cheek to try and compose myself again, and pulled my knees up to my chest, hugging my legs while resting my chin on my right knee. "I'm fine."

A horrible whole minute passed, neither of us saying anything, just staring at the snow. "What makes you ask me how I'm doing?"

She shrugged after a moment. Her usually unenthusiastic demeanor looks like it's printed on right now. "You just looked lonely when I saw you." She played with the snow under her fingers, tracing a pattern.

I feel lonely. And even though I loved and enjoyed it couple of months ago, I don't like to feel lonely right now.

I want friends surrounding me.

But on the other side, I don't.

I have a habit in pushing others away from me. 

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