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II: Fruit Salad

Fruit salad is a dish consisting of various kinds of fruit, sometimes served in a liquid, either in their own juices or syrup.

Youna Madea was twenty-nine when she first met Mochigome Fudo.

She was working as a chemist in Musutafu, in a company that manufactured cleaning supplies ranging from personal soap and shampoos to dishwashing soaps and air fresheners.

Youna Madea was thirty-three when she married Mochigome Fudo, nine months later, their twins were born.

Those eight years were the best of her life since moving to Japan.

And then Fudo gets incarcerated.

She should have seen it coming; she shouldn't have ignored the signs.

If she had known about her husband's job – if it could have been called that – then she could have spared herself from the heartbreak.

Youna Madea was forty when she divorced Mochigome Fudo.

At the age of forty-eight, she can't help but feel helpless as she watches her eldest become more and more like the man she first loved.

"Kaa-chan wants to see you," Ichigo tells me during lunch on the second day of school, his mouth still full of the greens he desperately needs.

"Ken will be there," I tell him, spearing a sushi roll from my bento. "I'd rather not, if it means Kaa-chan will worry again."

From his seat across me, Ichigo sighs. "Nee-"

"No."

Pouting, my younger twin continues to eat the lunch I prepared for him. A minute later, a disgusted look appears on his face.

"This is broccoli." He whines, making gagging noises. His classmate looks ready to rush him to Recovery Girl when he pretends to faint.

"It's good for you," I reason. "Besides, you left me all alone yesterday."

His gagging has stopped, but has started a monologue about his will while his hands wandered.

"Would you stop," I swat at a hand that tried to take a few slices of my chocolate banana bread. "You know you can't eat sugar without suffering from stomachaches."

Ichigo glares with no real heat in them. "You're just greedy."

"I don't even like chocolate!"

Classes officially started on the second day, but I was busy fighting the drowsiness that always came every morning so I didn't really pay attention during classes. It was one of the side effects that I hated about my Quirk.

Math was especially horrible, because I tried to take down notes while half asleep; one page was full of weird lines that couldn't even pass as numbers.

I'm pretty sure I distracted Yaoyorozu-san with all my head banging.

Lunch came afterwards, and while majority of the class headed for the cafeteria, I went to look for my brother. I found him after asking around – the experience was very nerve-wracking without my personal speaker – a kind redhead gave me directions to their class, which thankfully wasn't that far from where I wandered. Class 1-B also had a door as big as ours, which seemed convenient now that I really thought about it.

Blood King was still inside when I knocked, and was alright with me entering the classroom since he was only there to retrieve some papers; plus it was lunch, so what's the harm?

A few people glanced my way but didn't make a move to do anything else; I decided then and there that my brother's class was considerably tamer than mine. Of course, Ichigo had to disrupt whatever peace there was when he shouted out "Nee-chan, I made sushi with strawberry, banana, mango, and some kiwi!"

I couldn't do anything but glare at him with a red face.

After their homeroom adviser left – he left with an amused smile and a part of me died again – I went straight to my brother and practically threw his lunch in his face. It was saved, so no food was spilled. Thank god for that.

"I can't believe you!"

"Hahaha! What were you expecting?"

"For you to not embarrass me?!"

"Hey, this good. Slimy, but good; what is it?"

"Okra. And stop ignoring me!"

We talked over lunch after he introduced me to his classmates, and I promised I'd eat with him on the following days. He tried to get me to stop feeding him broccoli, but I'd already asked his newfound friends to help me with his diet; the both of us were pescetarians, so fish and veggies only.

I left his classroom feeling somewhat content, happy because his classmates cared enough to ask about what he should and should not eat. Our mom was the same, though she started eating meat after marrying Ken. Ichigo still wouldn't be able to have that diet unless he had full control over his carnivorous plants like Toots.

Ironically, I could drink blood but not red meat.

Silently laughing to myself, I swiftly made my way to the classroom. Everyone's probably in the cafeteria anyways, so yay, a few minutes more for me to sleep.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one who didn't eat in the cafeteria.

"Bonjour!"

It was the weird sparkly blonde – not Kaminari, he was the sparky one – I think his name's Aoyama? I remember him from yesterday, when he fell in the middle of the fifty meter race with Ashido.

"H-hello," I hesitantly greeted him as I made my way to my desk. He was one of the more unique ones in the class, with the way he spoke and acted.

Observing him as he ate was something I found educational; he always acted like he was at the top of the world, but he seemed pretty normal; compared to Yaoyorozu who I knew definitely came from a rich family. I really shouldn't judge, but watching people was something I unconsciously did.

'Congrats, Tou-chan. You've successfully raised a daughter with stalker-ish tendencies.'

He also seemed to like cheese, which was practically the only thing I saw him eat for lunch, but I was also out a few minutes ago, and it was technically still the start of the school year, so maybe not.

'Urgh. Why am I like this?!'

Finally deciding that I couldn't really spend the rest of my lunch break watching a new classmate eat, I fold my arms on my desk before resting my head atop them. "Sleep…" I murmur as I get as comfortable as I can.

'I'll take the time to recharge my energy, that way I won't fall asleep in the afternoon classes.'

"I AM HERE!"

I'd swear I didn't jump, but I'd be lying.

"… through the door, like a normal person!"

Honestly though, why couldn't All Might enter the room like a normal person? Then again, I shouldn't have fallen asleep considering it was still class hours, even if it was lunch break. So while I didn't like how I was roused from my sleep, the surprise entrance of the number one hero was something I reluctantly dubbed as a blessing.

After All Might's introduction as our Hero Basic Training teacher, he went to explain our activity for the day; which just so happened to be Combat Training. Joy, and here I was hoping for normal classes.

Everyone else cheered at the thought of finally being able to use their Quirks, it was evident with how restless they were in their seats. The cheers they let out when the odd colored walls slid out to reveal a few panels with our hero gear was deafening, I had to cover my whole head as if it could stop the pounding in my head from escalating.

'I really hate the side effects.' I thought as I followed the rest of the class to the changing rooms after getting my case.

Sighing in content, I mentally praised the Support Department for a job well-done with my hero costume. They seemed to get a bit creative with a few parts, but I'm satisfied with the end result nonetheless. ; especially the scarf and hoodie.

"You look happy, Mochi-chan."

"Hmm? Yeah, the Support Department really outdid themselves with my costume," I grinned, almost jumping in joy. "See, the tightness is just right, and the skort is really comfortable and the scarf! Plus the med-kit and pouch are in the right places!" The way Tsuyu and the others smile at me kind of reminds me of how my mom does; soft and somewhat fond.

"Sorry, I was rambling." I tell them, burying myself in my polka-dotted scarf and raising the hood of my top.

"No, no, it's fine!" Uraraka exclaims, her hands waving wildly as she reassures me. "At least you're comfortable, I kind of regret not making myself clear with the materials used." She pouts, blushing as at how tight her costume ended up being.

"Ehh, but you look fine though." The rest of the girls nod in agreement.

"Well, compared to Hagakure-san and I," Yaoyorozu starts, adjusting the yellow belt-skirt she has around her hips. "You're all wearing more than us both." Which was true, with Hagakure's invisibility and Yaoyorozu's creation Quirk, they have no choice but to wear less.

"I guess so…" Everyone giggles as Uraraka pouts by her locker.

Scanning myself one more time, I make sure the costume is worn comfortably and not look like I just came out of a garbage can. My sleeveless top was red, with a mandarin collar and a hoodie that was a few shades darker; almost black. It was especially tight around my torso and chest, the hidden zipper ending just above my navel with the rest of it falling around my knees. I wore a pastel pink skort underneath, with a brown belt and a pair of knee-high boots; on my belt were two pouches and the med-kit. The red polka-dot black scarf around my neck was a way to ease my headaches as well as a shield for my identity; in case the hoodie fell.

'This is the best!' I thought, the smell of ginger practically drowning me. 'I love that I thought of this.'

The shutting of lockers pulls me out of my thoughts, seems like everyone's done changing. "Ready?" Ashido and Hagakure give an enthusiastic cheer as the two practically lead us to where the boys are.

'Maybe today won't be so bad.'

You know that feeling you get when you say something and end up regretting it? Yeah, that's what I'm feeling now.

After the whole class arrived at Ground Beta, All Might proceeded with his explanation of the combat training. We were all supposed to draw lots to find a pair, depending on what All Might draws, one pair will act as the villains while the other will act as the heroes.

I got the role as a villain, but that wasn't the issue.

"Who the fuck are you?"

It had to be the angry blonde.

"Mochigome Anko," I introduce myself. "Though you're probably going to forget my name anyways."

Something changes in his expression, so I move closer to the 'nuclear weapon' in hopes of evading him. "Hah?! What'd you say, you lazy bitch?!"

"Nothing…" He 'tsks' in annoyance, but ignores me.

Hopefully I survive today; Tou-chan's making fruit salad for dinner so it'd be nice if the universe lets me off with just a few scratches maybe? Oh my god, I really hope I don't get killed by the angry hedgehog.

Yay, an update.

don't really know what else to say. hope you all enjoy the chapter :))