"You're totally my hero."
Four not even that special words said from a pair of smiling (covered in pink gloss) lips were able to make my day, and every broken bone, cut, or bruise seemed to hurt less.
(fear of the 'nightmare man' was starting to fade)
"Do you even understand a word I'm saying?"
If I hadn't seen each of her bones go back into place, with a sicking snap, I would have believed she was average American teenage girl but just like me she's a hero in every form.
But the blood that had been spilled that night started to wash away with the help of her giggling and the fact that the two of us were is tip-top shape.
(but the boogieman was still hot on our trail, reading to cut us open)
"Some, hero I know! You a hero?"
I wanted my words to flow out, plus it didn't help that my cheeks were red as berries, but with the very few words I knew (hero being number one in my book) everything came out jumbled.
"Not really, Hiro, but maybe I'll be a hero like you someday. I just wanted to come in and thank you for saving my life."
She was number one in the long of people I would hope to save over the years, be the hero I knew I wanted to be since I was a child (saying yatta every chance I could), and the moment I saw her smile and felt her hug filled with thanks I knew it was all worth it.
"Kawaii desu ne*, Claire Bennet."
Even if I knew she didn't understand a word I was saying my blush, the one that came easily around someone like her, spread wide on my cheeks.
"Thank you, and Sayonara*, Hiro Nakamura."
Translation:
Kawaii desu ne – You Are Cute
Sayonara - Goodbye