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The grave was a normal one.
The jizo statue marks it as that of a child. The incense was lit, and burning away merrily.
Water had been freshly poured.
But where things become strange are the plants there, of all kinds, in pots so they could grow alongside the grave for eternity.
Baby's breath.
Aloe vera.
Angelica.
Coreopsis.
Black-eyed Susan.
Purple Hyacinth.
Pink carnation.
Red columbine.
Forget-me-not.
Rosemary.
Zinnia.
Whomever had laid this child to rest clearly wished for the passerbys to know what this child was like.
Anxious and full of sorrow, a child who cared for the people around them deeply. A child who sought justice and inspired others to do the same.
A child to be remembered.
The tamaya in the child's old room got the same treatment. Small, unassuming.
It is far more decorated than the grave, however. There are boxes around the kamidana, little plastic ones filled with toys. There are notes from children whose hands still struggle with hiragana. They are notes of thanks, prayer, and condolences to a grieving mother. The child had been dearly beloved in life, and in death.
There was a framed photo on the tamaya. A boy, of thirteen or fourteen years. He was young, and smiled like the sun. His two companions squinted as though blinded by the boy's joy.
His grin scrunched up his freckled nose and his curly green-tinted hair got in his green eyes.
There was only one named inscribed on the tamashiro.
緑谷 出久
Midoriya Izuku