A Life Entwined with Destiny

Later that night, my parents still looked shaken. I didn't know how much of it was because of Shigaraki, and how much because of me: I hadn't made a single sound since we came back home. I wasn't doing it to make them worry, of course; I just had so many things to think about. How would my life play out? How did I want it to play out? I could stay out of trouble... just living in Musutafu didn't mean I had to be caught up in canon's events. Who knows how many people lived their normal lives every day while Class 1-A had to fight villains at every turn of the road, content with watching the Sports Festival on TV and sometimes getting saved by a random hero. But do I want to have another normal life? I gave it a shot the first time, and it didn't thrill me that much. I couldn't even say that at least it kept me safe, since I managed to die anyway. And what happens if I die here? Am I born again in another world? Do I go back to my previous one? Or do I just... die? My parents exchanged worried glances as they prepared for bed. My mother sat beside me, gently tucking the blankets around my body. "Sweetie?" she called, her voice soft and concerned. "Are you fine? You've been really quiet." I blinked, round innocent eyes looking up to meet Mother's encouraging smile. Father was just behind her, nodding as if inviting me to express my thoughts. I lowered my gaze to my lap, fidgeting with the sheets. "Mommy," I said softly, "Is the kid fine?" Mother sighed. For a second, she looked indecisive, then she smiled and said: "Of course."