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It’s late. And quieter than she thought it would be.

It was not Atsuko’s first night sleeping in her new apartment, but it was the first night after finally fully unpacking her things. And she wished she were asleep, instead of just laying in her futon, one leg hanging out in an attempt to keep her stupid body from overheating. Sandy was laying with her on top of the futon. It was a nice night. She should be sleeping.

But instead, her mind was keeping her awake. She stared up at the ceiling unseeing, as her thoughts rolled around in her head, all too aware of the sinking feeling in her chest. That sense of isolation she usually felt around this time of night. Guess that would never change, wherever on Earth she happened to be.

She closed her eyes with a heavy sigh and threw an arm over her face. She didn’t need to be reminded of how alone she was, thank you very much, brain. She was already aware of it, since every time she saw something cool she would turn to show it to a sister who wasn’t there beside her. Every time she smelled something good she would remember her mother. Every time she opened her phone and saw the last correspondence with any of her state-side friends was months ago, from before she arrived in Japan.

An all too familiar tingling in her nose. A few shaky breaths to try to stop it from progressing. Not for the first time she questioned herself: Why did you come here, away from all that was familiar? It was so different here, and any good that happened was often overshadowed by the fact that a lot of her neighbors distrusted her because she was foreign. By all the conversations about her she overheard, accidentally or otherwise.

More shaky breaths, followed by a firm push against her eyelids because she absolutely did not want to cry right now. After a few minutes– or was it an hour? She didn’t have the best sense of time– the threat of tears faded. And exhaustion hit her almost immediately afterward.

Good. Finally. The last thing she could recall before falling asleep was relief… and a fervent hope for things to change.

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“She read people like books, quietly,  studying their lines and scars like words on a page, studying their walk, the way they hold themselves. Wondering what story brought them here, she reads them and hopes for a happy ending.”

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So, around father’s day I ended up thinking about how to handle plusultrafrequency’s parents =o (god I really need a punny name for her but I’m baaad at that) I didn’t get too much figured, but I got something at least!

What it basically comes down to is that her father was similar to Endeavor, in that he was a hero with a negative reputation. Up until the day a major incident occurred, which he started. And then he died during that incident, which led to more people being saved. Talk about a mess.

And people did talk about it. A lot. In efforts to ridicule or shun her. Don’t talk to her, she’s that one anti-hero’s daughter, she’s probably crazy too. You know, things like that.

The incident is recent. It happened just before her final year of middle school, during the summer. The loss is weird for her to handle; on the one hand her father was a piece of shit, but she still had fond memories of him. It hurts, in so many ways. But she hides it. Because her family is starting to fall apart, and she wants to try to be strong, for her mother and siblings’ sakes.

Her mother was her father’s manager. They had a hero agency, a tiny one, and once the incident occurred, the few heroes and sidekicks they had quit to join agencies that didn’t have such a black mark on its reputation.

So now she’s having to do all other kinds of work, because nobody wants to hire the manager that “allowed” that man to run rampant. Which sucks, because she’s actually really competent. She was one of the best in her course, back in the day. The man just wouldn’t listen to her when she told him things.

…Now I need names for all these people c^8 RIP me

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