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Jean made her way to the pew for the Sunday morning service. She wasn't alone for long, for Kamisato Ayato took a seat next to her. "Good morning, is this seat taken," he asked politely. "No, please sit," she answered with a smile. "So how long do you plan to stay in Mondstat?" "Not for too long hopefully. My business with Mr. Diluc is nearly finished." "Surely the wine industry in Inazuma has no room in the market for Mondstat wine?" "Any chance for trade and commerce amongst the nations is good for all. And it helps broaden people's horizons and what better way than through food and drink. So until then I am at his disposal." "Everyone appears to be at his disposal. The woman he does marry would secure the last inconvenience of that kind." "She would be a lucky woman," Ayato answered. "Really?" "If I may say, you don't think so?" "I've no reason to. Unless you know something that I don't." "Diluc is a most loyal companion. From what I've heard on my journey here, he

It was a sunny day in Sumeru and Lumine and Paimon were traversing the forest region in search of fauna for Tighnari's guide on plants to hand out to those who wish to traverse the forest. Somewhere along the way, Childe managed to show up and volunteered to help Lumine while also looking out for Scarmouche. They were both deep in the forest surrounded by trees. Lumine was doing her best to finish writing the latest entry. "You know Childe, I appreciate your willingness to help me with this commission but why did you have to take your shirt off?" Lumine looked over at a shirtless Childe who was climbing down a tree nearby. She had to admit, he was looking very good despite being flushed from the heat. Childe had taken it off after about an hour of looking around and being from a country with a colder climate, the heat was starting to get to him. Of course, he had also hoped to get a reaction from The Traveler to his sculpted chest but was disappointed with the lack of one. Meanwhile

Deku raced as fast as he could back to the tower where Ochako was. He pushed Maximus to the limit; he would have to thank Ida for letting him borrow his horse. Over the bridge and through the forest, he kept worrying about her and hoped she was alright. He then saw the tower and jumped off the horse when he was close. The tower looked empty and dull against the gray sky; Deku was worried he was too late, but he had to try. “Ochako!? Ochako, let down your hair!” The relief he felt when he saw her long blonde hair appear out the window and he quickly climbed up. “Ochako, I thought I’d never see you again.” Deku climbed through the window and what he saw next shocked him. He saw her chained and gagged. Ochako’s eyes went wide in fear and her muffled screams failed to warn him of the danger he was in. She continued to scream as she saw Lady Nagant stab Deku in the side. He crumbled to the floor clutching his side in pain. “Now look what you’ve done Ochako,” lamented Lady Nagant.

Another night of not being able to sleep plagued Uraraka. The same scenes kept playing over and over and over again; his banged up body in the street, in the hospital bed, and even at home. He promised her that he wouldn’t do this again. He wouldn’t push himself too hard to the point where his body wouldn’t cooperate but his spirit was more than willing. She looked over at the green-haired man she’s loved since the first day they met at UA. It took a while for her to acknowledge her feelings, and even too long to confess them out loud. She was happy he not only accepted them but reciprocated. Deku, his hero name she had given him, was hers now and forever. But, seeing him hurt himself constantly while trying to save others, to live up to All Might’s legacy that was put upon his shoulders was becoming a hard thing to come to grasp with at times. She knew being a hero wasn’t going to be easy and being married to one of the top heroes in Japan and maybe the world certainly had its pros

Midoriya frantically searched the cameras. He saw Todoroki and Bakugo hide and then he caught Kirishima running and something was chasing him. “If I don’t do something Kirishima’s dead,” he thought to himself. “What are Wraith’s weakness? I just saw it somewhere.” Midoriya flipped the pages of the journal till he found it. He grabbed what he needed from the equipment shelf and ran out of the van. Kirishima was starting to feel the hairs on the back of his neck rise; he could see the exit and for a brief moment, he was relieved but he tripped over debris and his momentum sent him flying. He hit the floor with a hard thud, knocking the wind out of him. Gasping for air, the flickering lights intensified. “Kirishima!” He heard Midoriya’s voice and saw him throwing something in the air, in fact he did it multiple times in different directions. Then, Midoriya began to sprinkle something around themselves. “Midoriya,” Kirishima coughed. “What are you doing?” “I’m making a barrier with

In the country side of Japan, an abandoned asylum still stands. Stories of torture and death were possible causes for the place to shut down. A group of young men were asked to find and identify any entities that may be still lingering. We find them at the entrance of the facility next to their white van. A half white, half red haired young man with a burn mark on his left eye addressed the others. “We don’t know what we’re up against and since this place is so big, we may have to split up. Midoriya.” A young freckled faced green haired man tense in response. “It’s your turn to stay in the van. Watch those cameras and keep an eye on activity levels.” “Right,” Midoriya answered but still feeling nervous. “Bakugo, Kirishima, you and I will walk the halls and explore the rooms for any signs of spiritual phenomenon.” “You got it,” said a red spiky haired man enthusiastically. “Tch, whatever. Why do you get to be in charge again,” growled an angry blonde man. “Because you tried to leave