Hey @izukulove ! So Iâve had these ideas on the back burner for a while, but never had enough to write a full out fic for you. So I thought Iâd combine all three and put them into a little mini-collection for you! I hope you enjoy! Iâm so proud of you and I know you will be doing some amazing things soon! You just gotta get past this stressful period right now! Best of luck and Iâll always be rooting for you! Now enjoy the little mini-fic collection! :D
A few leaves had fallen over on the engraved stone, blocking the name that was underneath it all. Gently a hand moved to stir away the crumpled plants that had attempted to rest there. The light sways enough for the person above to read the familiar name underneath it.
His frail hand moved to connect with his other one, pushing them together as he said a silent prayer to the deceased. His mind hoped for her happiness, peace, and of course, to continue to watch over the child she brought into this world, as well as protect her happiness.
âToshi?â The voice of said child spoke, looking towards the older man with a curious baby blue gaze.
Toshinori sighed, looking back towards the child who had now grown into a young woman. She was still taking out items for the grave, items she had assumed and got the impression that her mother would have liked.
And while Mikan could never know for sure if these items actually made her mother happy, from the flickering memories and few photographs she had of the woman in question⊠she could only assume this.
The items were a bit random: oranges, chocolates, incense, and a few books. The clues from memories past making her second guess if these items were even appropriate to be laying on a grave.
She had assumed that since her name translated to oranges that it would be her own personal touch, but now she was thinking it was foolish. As every other grave, here had flowers and candles, yet her mother had oranges.
Maybe her favorite chocolate and novel would make up for it? If not maybe the cinnamon incense would? Mikan couldnât know for sure as the memory was so dull, but whenever she tried to picture the home her and her mother lived in⊠the scent of cinnamon always came to mind.
Oh, she really felt like she was winging this⊠why did she even try this in the first place> She should have just told Toshi that she wanted to stay at home and be left alone like she had every other year.
And yet⊠she wanted to come this year. She wanted to see her motherâs grave.
âDo you need any help?â The blonde male offered, but Mikan shook her head.
âYouâve done enough by coming today.â Mikan smiled at him. âEspecially when itâs so vital that you and Midoriya train.â
Toshinori chuckled, thoughts wandering back to the excitable teen who he had grown to see as another child to him. It was funny⊠he never assumed heâd have kids, yet the role of a supportive father seemed to get placed onto him.
But he had also learned how he didnât mind it. He didnât mind seeing Midoriya light up when he managed to progress in his training. He didnât mind when he saw Mikan get a better handle on her quirk. He didnât mind because⊠he adored these moments. He finally understood why parents would often reminiscent of moments like these. Because they were so special.
He could only wish that your mother had stayed around⊠to see this as well.
âI have obligations to you as well⊠and your growth.â Toshinori smiled softly. âPlus⊠young Midoriya needs time to be a teenager as well, the same as you.â
Mikan nodded back to him, a smile of her own appearing on her features. She understood how vital it was for Midoriya to be trained, for Toshi to be there with him. But at the same time, she couldnât deny how wonderful it was for her to know⊠that someone was still here for her.
And even on a day like today where she still wasnât too sure of what or how to feel about the owner of the grave⊠she at least knew Toshi was here with her. She wouldnât be alone on this day.
She began to place the items on the grave, handing and pointing to where the others should go. Toshinori did as told, the both of them simply enjoying each otherâs presence in this somber moment. The day it had happened had always made her sad in years pass⊠but this year felt different.
Maybe it was because so much had changed since she started going to UA⊠or maybe it was because she had changed. Either way⊠Mikan was happy to be here with Toshinori. The male who was as close to a father as it got for her.
And as the two said their resting prayers for her mother, she couldnât help but be grateful to the people who did raise her. And to the people who knew they couldnât leave her behind.
