"Aizawa it's been some time…" Softly, I smile as I enter his room, turning to approach the bedridden man.
"Kazz…" My old friend acknowledges me making me smile softly at him.
"Thanks for looking out for Sayako I mean I know you were looking out for your students but still thanks." Thankful, I smile at him, sighing crossing my arms over my chest. I mean I know he wasn't looking out just for her but still looking out for her was still something I was grateful for. She's my little girl and I want her to be happy. I know she wanted to be a hero but with everything that happened, I understood why she deterred from that path for some time, but I knew deep down she was just hurting, she still is and I just…I want her to be happy.
"That kid has got a lot to learn." Tiredly, Aizawa sighs at me making me smile softly, why am I not surprised?
"You're not wrong. I know she isn't easy but she means well." Earnestly, I sigh scratching the back of my neck, I know I may come off as pushy or as some sort of terrible father but I just…I knew she was disillusioned and I knew if she became a hero she would do so much for the world, for society for herself…
"She has potential I'll give her that but her suicidal tendencies needs to be dealt with." He tells me making me sigh.
"Yeah heh…" Nervously, I smile glancing to the side.
"Like father like daughter I suppose." Aizawa mutters making me grimace glaring to the side he isn't wrong, like father like daughter no doubt about it.
"Yeah…" I sigh shaking my head at the truth.
"How are you?" Aizawa questions me taking me aback.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Shyly, I smile furrowing my brow.
"You know what I mean." He frowns making me grimace, wincing.
"I'm…getting by. Just like everyone else." Positively, I beam brightly at him not really wishing to talk about it.
"Yeah…still stupid what they did." Aizawa huffs making me sigh, not really wanting to go over the conversation. I've thought about it over and over like an endless cycle that I want nothing to do with if I had to be honest, it's too tiring of a topic.
"Let's not bring up bad memories, come on it won't do us any good. Focusing forward is the best we can do." Nervously, I smile softly sadly, laughing nervously trying to be optimistic, trying to be positive, I mean he's been through enough you know?
"I guess…so why are you here?" Aizawa asks me.
"Well for one I work here. But I just came to give you your sedative." Honestly, I confess to him.
"Right…" Aizawa trails off his eyelids turning heavy.
"Rest easy okay Aizawa…" Cheekily, I wink at my friend as I apply the sedative and leave him to rest.
"We'll see…" Annoyed, Aizawa grumbles sinking into his bed.
"Hmm maybe I should check on Hikaru…" I furrow my brow at the thought as I approach the phone leaning against the wall.
"Hello…" Softly, I smile relieved to hear Kiyoko, my brow furrowed when hearing no sound of music nor glass clicking relieving me.
"Kiyoko hey." Casually, I greet her feeling my forefinger tangle around the wire of the phone.
"Oh Kazz what's going on? How's Sayako is she alright?" Nothing serious? Kiyoko assures me before asking about Sayako making me sigh.
"She's fine, she's fine. How's Hikaru?" Worried, I furrow my brow at the thought I mean Kiyoko has always been there for me she wouldn't do that, she couldn't…
"He's…the incident was on the news." Grimly, Kiyoko informs me making my heart drop, panic flowing through me.
"Already!? How is he? Is he alright? Look I have some books maybe they can…" Worried, I demand from her frantic.
"Kazz calm down." Softly, my sister exclaims.
"But…but…" Feebly, I attempt to explain furrowing my brow.
"He's fine, he saw the news and he's just trying to distract himself. You know how he is he's a strong kid." Kiyoko promises me.
"He has enough on his plate as it is." Tiredly, I sigh bowing my head at the sad truth. He's just a kid he should be left alone or something.
"So do you. Do you honestly think pushing yourself like this is helping anyone?" Kiyoko asks me attentively.
"It's giving us money to survive not much but still something." Softly, I smile trying to be optimistic, ignoring the brief panicked pang flowing through me.
"Look there's something you need to know…" Kiyoko begins only then for me to blink when feeling someone tap my shoulder.
"Excuse me Mr Sashiko…" Politely, I turn to the nurse.
"Yes?" I arch a brow at her.
"There's a group who want to see miss Sayako." She tells me.
"What? Sorry Kiyoko I got to go." Tiredly, I sigh at the media I will no doubt have to deal with still to call themselves kid these guys are desperate only then to blink baffled to see the same ponytail girl alongside broccoli and a few others from broccoli to my surprise, huh guess recovery girl helped him, brown haired girl, pink haired girl, a frog girl and some blue haired boy.
"Excuse me Mr Sashiko! I was hoping we could talk to Sayako san." The girl I believe her name to be Momo recognises me.
"You guys…want to visit her?" Surprised, I blink taken aback by the info.
"We were worried." A brown haired girl says.
"She did a lot for us during USJ we wished to see if she was alright." Broccoli exclaims.
"Are you friends of hers?" Hopeful, I ask.
"Yes we're concerned for her please let us in." Blue boy bows as I blink taken aback by his authoritative tone and bowing just like that how has his back not broken?
"I guess but you have to remain quiet there are other patients resting after all." Gently, I remind them.
"O-Of course!" Shakily, Broccoli squeaks.
"To think my little Sai would have friends!" Gushing, I squeal relieved.
"Does Sayako not have many friends?" Confused, the frog girl queries.
"Well, she's…an interesting sort of person I suppose. She'll be so happy to have guests I just know it. Sai guess whose come to visi-" Chirpily, I beam brightly eager to see my little girl only to falter from the scene before me, the scene I open the door to where I find…
"I can explain." My daughter tells me perched upon the windowsill, hospital gown draped over her as I note the bags of sweets in her grasp, making me gawk gaping at the crazed chaotic antics of my daughter…what have you done this time?