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Everyone just kept giving their condolences to her. She couldn’t take it any longer. This was her dad, her savior. He said he would never leave her. Her dad was always supposed to be there for her. But… as a pro hero… he had to protect the civilians. He took a fatal hit for a civilian while on patrol. He wasn’t going to be able to get the civilian out of the way… so he took the hit instead, and now, he wasn’t gonna wake up.
She could help, she knew she could, but she wasn’t allowed to go near him after what she had suggested. Her uncle told her she was too unstable to use her quirk. He told her he understood her, wanting to help, but she was too upset. She knew she was upset! She did, but she could do it if they would just let her. So yes, she was upset, and to make things worse, she kept making mistakes; they were little mistakes. But it only proved them right, though, she was still determined. She could do it.
She knew she had to; he was dying… and no one, no one, not even Recovery Girl could even do anything. Her dad was too exhausted for that; it would only drain him to the point that he would wither away. Recovery Girl had already done as much as she could. If she didn’t do anything, he wouldn’t make it. So she waited, she waited till her uncle went to the bathroom and snuck into her dad’s hospital room. Going over to her dad and grabbing his hand, “Daddy, I’ll help you, I promise,” she told him.
She started, and she was helping him, she really was. Until she’d gone too far.
Everything was going fine, great even. He was healing, and his heart had started to beat steadily. There was only a little more, and he’d be fine. She was so happy that she could finally help him, and in her excitement, she let her power grow, but it was too much. He was almost awake, so she kept getting more excited. He woke up with a gasp, and then… he was gone. He vanished, and it was all her fault.
After he vanished, the heart monitor he had been hooked up to started blaring. The noise wouldn’t stop, and nurses rushed in. She didn’t know what to do; she had been frozen in shock at her father vanishing. The nurses in the room were confused; their patient, who was in a coma, just vanished. Breaking down crying, her uncle finally came back into the room. Realizing what happened when he noticed the empty bed and distraught girl, he went to comfort the teenage girl crying hysterically on the floor. She had made her father disappear, and he would never come back. This was the second time she had made her parents disappear; maybe it really was a curse like she was told as a child. Her new family had said that it was okay, and it was only dangerous if it was used wrongly. So maybe it wasn’t her power that was the problem. Maybe she was the problem.
The staff had cleared out at some point. One last nurse had remained in the room to turn off the equipment and let them know that they would need to leave the room as they no longer had a patient. Soft murmuring could be heard from outside. They were going to need to open an investigation, and she would likely be charged with illegal quirk usage, possibly something much worse though. The two didn’t know what to do next and just sat there till eventually they were told that they needed to leave as the room was being locked down. Staying until they got their statements taken, her uncle went to get the car. In the car ride back, the two ended up just sitting in silence, not knowing what to say. Her uncle, figuring she shouldn’t be left alone at her house, had her grab a few things and go back to his place.
The girl slowly headed into the house and, seeing everything from her father, rushed to her room to quickly grab a few things. Not wanting to be in their house after what had happened. Once she’d grabbed her things, they went back to her uncle's place. She went to the guest room, curling up, crying. What were they even going to do? In the morning, she refused to come out. Eventually, she was hungry and left the room; her uncle was on the couch. There was food waiting on the table for her, and the news was playing on the TV. Her father, being a high-ranking hero, meant that the reporters were always in his business. They were vultures that had continuously invaded their privacy, and they had no problem doing it again. The reporters were all talking about how much they would miss him, how kind he was, and his great achievements that came from pure and honest intentions.
After about a week of the same sad routine, a knock disturbed them. Without even checking who was at the door, the girl opened it. Tensing as the one behind the door came in, hugging her. The girl immediately relaxed when she saw who it was. It was her best friend; they had bonded over her father being the savior of them both. The two went inside and sat on the couch. Her uncle came out and sat down next to them. Her uncle sighed, then spoke, “I think we need to talk about what we’re gonna do next,” and so they talked. Her grandma was called to help figure out what was going to happen. Everything was a mess.
Another knock, but everyone was here already. They opened the door only to find a police officer, “Do any of you happen to know where a Midoriya Eri is?” Eri, hearing her name, appeared. The officer spotted her, “Ah, you must be Mirdoriya Eri. I’m sorry to tell you, you’re being served a court summons for the accidental murder of Midoriya Izuku.”
She felt sick.
Almost a month after the incident, there she was, waiting for a judge to come and sentence her. She didn’t know what was going to happen. Her uncle kept reassuring her that everything would be okay, but she didn’t really believe him. I mean, could you blame her? She had just made her father disappear, and here she was sitting in a court, and she was the one on trial.
“All rise.” The judge walked in, and everyone sat back down. Court was now in session. By the end, the courts had decided that it was just an accident, and since she was only thirteen, by law, she wasn’t to be considered criminally responsible. Eri would be required to attend mandatory classes to help her. She was to go to quirk counseling and therapy, as well as receive guidance for what she had done. Next was the case of who she would go to since her guardian was now gone. Which would fall upon the family first, but it didn’t take them long to decide
Her grandma would take her. She didn’t live very far away and could adequately take care of her. But all she could think about was the fact that her dad was gone. She was the reason her father was gone. Leaving to collect her stuff from her house, as she wouldn’t be living there anymore. The house felt so empty without her father around; there was no longer the warm, homey smell, and all that was left was the stale air. With her grandmother there to help, they packed up most of her stuff and agreed to come back another time to get more. When she got to her grandma’s house, she settled into a room that had been hers for years. Her grandma gave her space and went into her own room.
Eventually, she had to start getting back to school as the break was ending. Things were starting again, and she had to start trying to move on. Everything got put on hold with everything that happened, but now she couldn’t wait any longer. She couldn’t keep putting her life on hold forever.
Things started getting better, and everyone started to fall into a new routine. Still haunted by nightmares, she would never forget what happened to her father. The nightmares got better over time, but she was still stuck in the past. Even the people slowly started to move on from her father. No one really talked about her father, but they didn’t forget him. The pain would get better, and she knew that, but wasn’t ready to let it go. She would never let go of what happened. She would eventually feel happy when she thought about her father and all the good times, but for now, she had so much grief and guilt.
Her father, the Number One Hero, would go down in history as the youngest, at only 23 years old. He had held the title for only a few short months, however, he would be missed by many.