It's been 4 years since the death of Santosh and Isha Chandrudu, and 3.5 years since the disappearance of Rose Chandrudu, aka me. Many suspected that the guilt led me to run away and commit suicide. Others speculated that the military had forced me into hiding for having a quirk, which was unheard of in the U.S. Quirks were almost unheard of the country until mine had manifested. It was a terrifying notion for American society, especially the government.

Little did many people know, Rose Chandrudu no longer existed, at least not by that name. See, with the emergence of my quirk and the loss of the two most precious people in my life, I had immigrated to Japan, a country where quirks were much more readily accepted and understood. During that process, I had legally changed her name to Kaera Tsukibara. Tsuki meaning moon, which was the same meaning as my previous last name. Kaera meaning yellow rose.

Once reaching Japan, I had begun working on two master's degrees simultaneously, one in teaching, and one in nutrition and medicine. They were an odd pair of degrees, but I had my reasons. I managed to finish both degrees in three years and had been offered a job in Musutafu, teaching English at a junior high there. So that was how I found myself moving my meager belongings into a modest, one bedroom apartment in the city.

It was about 7:30am as I moved the boxes into the apartment as many as I could at a time, which wasn't much. I had always struggled with my health and fitness. My late husband had always given me a hard time about my unhealthy eating and activity habits, which played a big factor into my studying nutrition and medicine for my masters after his passing. I had gotten better on the eating front, but my physical strength still left much to be desired. I sighed as I placed down the two boxes I had in her arms and walked back outside and crouched down to grab more boxes when my thoughts were interrupted by a low and kind voice.

"Excuse me. Do you need any help?" the voice asked. I lifted my emerald eyes to see the source of the voice. It was a tall and gaunt man wearing a baggy white shirt and baggy army green pants. His shaggy blonde hair had two bangs framing his face and small, piercing blue eyes looked at her with a kindness in them. I smiled politely and shook my head, my curly strawberry blonde hair that reached my mid-back, swaying slightly as I did so. Luckily none of it got in my face as I had put the top half in a bun in order to keep my hair out of my face while moving.

"No thank you, sir. I'll be fine. No need to trouble yourself," I responded kindly. "Plus, you honestly don't look like you're in any condition to help me lift these last couple of boxes. After all, they are full of my books and office supplies," I silently added to myself.

"It's honestly no problem at all! I'd really like to help a new neighbor! Also, I'm stronger than I look," the man insisted with a large smile on his face. "What is this guy, a mind reader?" I thought sarcastically but maintained my outward smile.

"Okay. But be careful. The rest of the boxes are primarily books and office supplies," I warned as she looked to the two stacks of large boxes that remained, both containing about 4-5 boxes per stack. The man nodded in understanding before going over and picking up 3 of the very heavy boxes seemingly with ease. My eyes widened in shock before opening the door for him.

"Thank you! Now where would you like me to put these?" the man asked with a smile as he walked into the apartment. I was almost speechless but quickly snapped out of it.

"Um... These need to go in my bedroom. It's in the back," I answered as I quickly walked down the hall and opened that door as well. The blonde man gently bent down and put the boxes on the floor before continuing to do so with the other boxes as well, getting it done in literally a fourth of the time it would have taken me to do it. After the last boxes were brought in, I looked at the man, trying to think of a way to thank him.

"Thank you, Mr..." I realized she had never gotten the man's name.

"Ah! My bad. How rude of me. My name is Yagi Toshinori, and I believe I never got your name as well," the blonde man responded, introducing himself with his last name first as was customary here in Japan. I bowed in greeting.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Tsukibara Kaera. Thank you so much Yagi-san for all of your help. I would not have been able to have gotten that done so easily on my own. Is there anything I can do to repay your kindness?" I inquired, clearly grateful for his help. I had not made any close friends since coming to Japan, choosing to keep to myself in order to avoid getting close to anyone and getting hurt. I had lost enough people to know that it was dangerous to get too attached to anyone.

"No need to thank me, Tsukibara-san. Though I must admit, your name surprised me. You don't look Japanese," Yagi acknowledged. I shrugged.

"Neither do you, Yagi-san," I countered causing Yagi to chuckle. It was a nice sound, almost melodious.

"Touche, but I don't have an obvious American accent either," Yagi replied with a kind smile. I blanched visibly at this. I really didn't like to talk about where I was from, and Yagi took notice of this.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up a sore subject. I won't bring it up again," Yagi fretted before returning his smile to his face, "How about as thanks for helping you move, you let me show you around Musutafu? You're new here right?" I looked at him cautiously, trying to figure out how that would work as thanking him by having him do more work.

"That would just be more work for you, Yagi-san," I stated bluntly, my face seeming somewhat dissatisfied with his answer. Yagi seemed to ponder that for a minute before hitting his fist into his hand as if he had figured something out.

"Technically, yes, but you see, I haven't had company that could visit different places in the city with me in quite some time, so it would benefit me as well," he explained, obviously proud of his explanation. I rolled her eyes but nodded.

"Fine. But I start work on Monday at a junior high near here, so it will have to be tomorrow because I need Sunday to prepare," I finally agreed, "And it can't be today because I need to unpack." Yagi nodded enthusiastically, seemingly undeterred by my somewhat strict way of thinking of my schedule.

"Okay. How does tomorrow around 7:30am work? I know a really good breakfast diner that no tourists ever find?" Yagi suggested. I nodded in agreement before we said our goodbyes and I returned to my apartment which was now full of boxes waiting to be unpacked.

"Well, Yagi-san didn't seem too bad. At least I'm not living next to some hero or something. He didn't even ask if I had a quirk, which is nice. I just hope tomorrow is not too troublesome. I really need to focus on the job I'm starting on Monday," I thought to myself as I began to unpack my items so that I could rest before tomorrow's planned adventure.

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