Author's Note: A little drabble I decided to do for a guy on the site as a friendly challenge. If you haven't read Cordylion's Morning Star, I highly suggest it since it is not only a great work but is also the universe this one shot is set in.
Hope you all enjoy!
Remembering All Might, tonight we reflect on the legacy of a symbol…We honor a legend...For those of you that missed it, we have live footage of the memorial…
Melissa Shield turned off the television and threw the remote onto the floor in disgust. She couldn't escape it. Almost every news outlet was covering the death of All Might and practically everyone from students at school to people on the street corner were talking about All Might's death.
She couldn't bear to hear it anymore. She didn't get to see him as often as she'd liked but All Might was like a second father to her. They laughed together and cried together. His death hurt. Anymore reminders of that and she'd probably throw up.
Even the good memories – sharing ice cream (Uncle Might had a preference for butter pecan even though she thought it was for old people), walks through the park while her father was busy with meetings, and hours of stories of Uncle Might's exploits with her father during their college days – stung because they were a reminder of what was taken from her.
All Might would not be coming back to visit.
Melissa choked up at that thought. The man that inspired her and helped her find her calling was gone.
She would never be able to tell him how influential he was in her pursuit to become a support hero like her father. She could never thank him for giving her purpose in a time she needed encouragement most. She couldn't tell him how his words about support heroes had shown a young quirkless girl that she could be a hero when she had all but given up on her dream.
The blonde clenched her fists and stared at an application on the coffee table in front of her. She grabbed a pen and signed her name in ink on the dotted line.
She couldn't bring him back, she couldn't tell him how much he meant to her, and couldn't thank him for inspiring her; but she could make sure whoever did this was brought to justice and that a needless killing like this didn't happen again.
She signed the form to apply for the UA Support Course. She still couldn't fight on the front lines, but she could arm whoever was fighting this battle to the teeth.