It took a few days but the weather cleared up as the calendar reached the first days of November. Honestly, it was as if the world chose to join in on the very concept of what Halloween was a very long time ago. The gloomy and darker side of the date was still remembered sometimes. All Hallow's Eve was, and in some places still is a time not to go putting on silly costumes, attending parades and asking strangers for candy at their door. It is a time to remember those who have passed and visit their graves. Lighting memorial candles and praying. It was a night when you take your time to remember. Remember and mourn and reflect.
After every storm, and the last days of October could not be called anything less, comes the calm. The sky opens up and the sun breaks through. After every tragedy, or even during it, there is a spark of hope. The light at the end of the tunnel or the single ray breaking through heavy curtains and filling the room with bright colours like what happened to Isaac Newton. It might have been still raining from time to time even now but, it didn't bother Yagi all that much. The worst part of it was behind. The heavier rain fell mostly during the darkest hours of the night when, thankfully, he was asleep and the static didn't get to him. The thunders were gone, which was the best part of it. Even the temperature went to the normal chill of the season instead of the wet cold than went right down to his bones. The scars still ached but nothing a pill or two would not fix. Most important, he was back to eating, relatively normally, for him at least.
It was a promising day. The rain during the night left large puddles but nothing more than a light drizzle happened since morning. He even saw some children using large fall leaves and as improvised boats to sail in the larger puddles inside a park he passed and a few sparrows taking their baths. It was the little things that made him smile while going around, in his true form, on all the different small errands he needed to do. He would have been happy to go around as All Might but he had to keep all the time he still had for when it is needed. He wouldn't want to take the risk or running out of time due to some stupid reason and then not be able to help when he was actually needed.
It was late noon when he was done with his last task - the weekly meeting with detective Tsukauchi, do the paperwork on all of the reports he owed the man. Normally, it took many hours to complete but with the recent storm, Yagi tried to use his free evening working. Even if it was filling an incredible amount of police reports. Anything was better than just drowning in a bad mood and having his head filled with self doubt. He disliked paper work as it took so much precious time that could be used to help people but sometimes, just sometimes, he was grateful for the abnormal amount of work he needed to complete. With the amount he had ready ahead of time, the two were able to spend some of their scheduled time to just chat with each other on various things and not just fill boring, tedious reports Toshinori was not sure anybody bothered to read anyway
Leaving the meeting he saw that the roads were once again, wet and that he wasn't even aware of the light rain that came down while he was seeing his friend. Not giving it any mind, he made his way home. It was peaceful until he saw a woman carrying a couple paper bags slip, fall and drop all of her belongings. Things went scattered across the street with one of the bags ripping in the proces. It was pitiful how she was trying to fit the things she picked up back into the bags while trying to avoid getting them from ripping. Making his way over he picked a few items he knew would not fit with the rest.
"Would you like some help carrying your things? I saw what happened." He spoke in a polite tone while her back was still to him. He saw how her arm froze for a moment in its movement and then she turned her head to look at him. Whatever it was he expected, was not that. It definitely was not the feeling of a freezing chill running down his spike or the sensation of his blood running cold.
"Thank you, I appreciate the help." Was the answer she spoke. Her voice was rather quiet but it was flat and lacked emotions. It was the kind of voice GPS navigator would speak to you with. And her eyes… They were the kind he saw many times in his life. The empty eyes that look not at you, but through you and into the void that no one has ever come back from. Those eyes should not, by any means, belong to a living person.