Mute appreciation (Немая Признательность)

      Toshinori was walking to the store after work at school. He wanted some kind of pastry. But the man did not even have time to enter the bakery, as he was knocked down by some teen.       — Sorry, man. — The guy wanted to help the blond man get up, but accidentally activated his quirk and the blue-eyed man disappeared. — Oops... The guy swallowed nervously, looking around. There was no one around. — Well, I don't care. Fewer people, more oxygen! — Shrugging his shoulders, the teenager ran away.

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      — Where am I... — muttered Toshinori, getting up and rubbing his bruised lower back with his hand.       His eyes scanned the bedroom. The interior looks like some girl's room. Most likely a teenager. His gaze accidentally fell on a piece of paper on the table. Curiosity grew, so he carefully picked up the drawing.       — ... Is that me? — He raised his eyebrows in surprise. The drawing showed his usual form, not his heroic one. It was unusual, but pleasant... It's nice to know that he has a fan who thinks he's cool not only for his heroic form. Well, at least that's what he thought.       — . . . — The door creaked faintly. The man turned around, noticing a girl of about 14 years old. He put the drawing on the table and threw his hands in the air.       — I'm sorry! I didn't want to barge in here uninvited, just... There is such a problem here... Some kid bumped into me, and apparently his prick worked... — Yagi stopped talking when he saw her shy smile.       The girl seemed nervous and surprised, but at the same time happy. She approached cautiously and slowly, picking up the drawing from the table, clutching the piece of paper to her and looking away. She took a step back. There was an awkward silence, so Toshinori tried to break it.       — You know, um, you're very good at drawing... — He scratched his sunken cheek in embarrassment.       — ... — The girl looked at him silently. Such innocent and naive eyes, like those of a very small and timid child, even though she was older. Turning to the drawer, she put paper there, but took out an album. Her agitation was evident from her movement as she hesitantly handed it to the man.              — What is it? — He asked curiously when he opened it. And then the drawings were presented to his gaze. Only he is depicted everywhere. Somewhere his usual form, somewhere heroic. His chest felt warm somehow, although the situation still seemed a little awkward. His sunken cheeks flushed slightly, and he smiled at her. — It's beautiful.       She folded her hands behind her back, shyly lowering her gaze, but smiling. And then she wrote something on paper. As it turned out, the girl is mute, there are not many friends, so she behaved like a very little girl, despite her teenage age. And her mother was once saved by the All Might.       As a result, he spent the rest of the evening with the child, wishing deep down that he himself had a family and children...