dreamingofvanishingenvy

[dreamingofvanishingenvy]

Title- Death Becomes Us

Description- ‘Surviving is hard. Living is hard. Especially with a villainous upbringing. Fumiko Yamata learned this the hard way as a child, having been born and raised in the darker parts of Japan to cruel and unusual parents who bore no resemblance to her.

Her only solace?

Kagami Yamata, a 4 year old boy with a quirk so opposite to her own that it made her seem like the devil while he was praised as an Angel sent from above.

When the small boy goes missing the day after her 10th birthday, only a shoe being found covered in his blood, Fumiko did all in her power to find him even resorting to “upgrading” her quirk some how in some way to get him back.

It’s been 6 years, yet she’s still searching. Even after the experiments, the abandonment, the laughs and the abuse she got from everyone around her.

They all thought she was crazy.

All but one group of boys who couldn’t help but see the light in all her darkness.’

Love Interests- Sero Hanta, Denki

Kaminari, Ejiro Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya

Possible love interests- Bakugo Katsuki, Shoto Todoroki, Neito Monama

#fanfic #angst #romance #anime #my hero academia #possible story #writing wip #tw depressing stuff

[dreamingofvanishingenvy]

All Might hopped on each foot, a glare set yet a large smile was still on his face. "I won't repeat the mistake I made five years ago," he announced, his glare dropping into one of mischief. "This time I'll have help."

His words were quickly followed by what seemed to be an explosion on debris as someone landed behind him.

The dust cleared and a woman stood from her crouched position. Her pure white eyes looking at All For One with a dull and unimpressed glare. Her long and curly black hair, pulled back into a high ponytail, waved around her as if she was underwater, laying against her back and swaying gracefully as she stood.

The villains looked at her with wide eyes, The males looking over her pearshaped body that was covered with light green hakama pants with a red sash wrapped around her waist, her chest covered but a black halter top that held her breast in place and showed off her toned stomach, black flat-footed boots adorned her feet and dirt white cotton wrapped around her forearms.

The lower half of her face was covered by a black face mask but anyone could tell she had a scowl on her lips. "This is All For One?" she questioned, her voice intense and gravely as if she hadn't spoken for years. There seemed to be a slight accent in her Japanese that no one could decipher. "Pathetic."

From his hiding spot, Izuku peeked over before his eyes widened. He knew that woman, he had followed her for years after finding out who her father was. "Stronghold..." he muttered.

"Stronhold?" Todoroki questioned as Iida quickly pulled Izuku down. "Who's that?"

"The number one German hero." Izuku informed a surge of excitement flooding his system alongside fear. "German's symbol of Justice, and All Might's daughter."

"We will take Young Bakugo back." All Might declared as the woman came to his side, her muscular arms folded across her chest. "And we will make certain you're locked up for the rest of your sad life." The two had distinctively different aura's All Might's holding anger and impatientness while her held bloodlust and boredom. "Right along with your despicable Leauge of Villains."

The two heroes rushed forward, both with fists raised ready to knock the male back. "Sounds like you've got your work cut out for the both of you." All For One raised his hand, the cloth of his suit puffing up as he spoke. "This will be hard for all of us."

Black lighting surged around the male's arm before a strong gust of wind hit both heroes. It took a moment but both were harshly thrown back, All Might hitting a building on his back with the woman hit it with her feet and used the momentum to shoot herself forward All Might following soon after with a grunt.

"You're mine!" All Might screamed in sync with the woman, him going fist first while she flipped and went in foot first.

The two slammed against All For One, who had raised both arms to block the attacks though he was pushed back slightly by the force, a strong gust of wind erupting from the blows making everyone's hair fly around.

Both the heroes glanced over at the young male that they had gone to save, "Young Balugo don't!" All Might screamed, moving to protect the teen though he didn't get far as All For One was quick to intercept the male.

The woman rushed forward, slamming into All For One making the male grunt before grabbing the back of her hop and throwing her off, though she didn't go far landing in a crouch she ran forward again her speed matching even exceeding past All Might's.

The two heroes were gracefully dodging the multiple lophophores that we're trying to piece them. While All Might was making it his mission to get to the young male, the woman was trying to land more hits on the big bad that stood before them.

"I'm coming for you!" All Might cried out, rushing towards the teen and turning his back in All For One who didn't waste a second to send the black and read lophophores towards the male hero.

"All Might!" the woman warned, the distractions caused her to get hit back while All Might was forced into the ground.

"I don't think so." All For One spoke up, looking down on the heroes as the woman stood once again. "Because I am here." he mocked.

Using the appendages, All For One three All Might into the woman and sent them both flying into another building, All Might wrapping an arm around the woman and flipping them so he hit the concrete first.

"Are you alright?" All Might questioned softly, releasing the female and allowing her to stand straight.

"Worry about All For One," she ordered, narrowing her eyes at the older male. "Then worry about everyone else."

The male took a breath, a sense of pride surging through him as he nodded, the two of them rushing forward. Him curling up to avoid the lophophores while she gracefully avoided them, looking like a gymnast as she flipped through the air.

"Go after All For One, " she announced. "Keep his attention on you while I help the boy."

All Might nodded as the two landed, quickly crossing paths as she rushed forward, tackling the black and white-suited male that was using a measuring tape to attack while All Might sent punches that we're quickly caught.

Grabbing the front of the male's face before he could attack, she slammed his head into the ground the force cracking the concrete before knocking him out.

She stood tall, her eyes narrowing at the magician that turned his attention towards her. "You seem strong," he announced, rushing forward his hand extended.

The woman easily moved his hand from touching her, a look of disgust on her face as she spun slamming her foot across his face and sending him flying into the woman that held a large magnet and sending them both to the ground. "Don't touch me," she growled as the two stood shaking.

Bakugo glanced back at the woman, his eyes wide as he used explosions to avoid the knives that were being thrown at him by the crazed blonde that seemed to lick her lips at the thought of hitting him.

Her pure white eyes narrowing as she disappeared from his sight and appeared beside his idol as the male jumped back.

Both of their eyes looked at All For One. Her eyes holding a bored look while All Might held a look of worry, "you're holding back." she muttered, her arms crossing as she looked over the villain that stood before them.

"I don't want to hurt Young Bakugo." the male muttered, causing the woman's eyes to roll. She didn't see the reason to hold back, the boy was training go be a hero, he could handle a little blowback, but this was All Might's fight she was just here for backup and revenge.

"He's a big boy, he can handle it, but if that's what you-" her words were cut off as the air turned cold making her look back with furrowed eyebrows, noticing a large glacier as well as three males flying through the air. "I'm assuming more of you're little heroes," she mutters, turning her back on them and allowing them to do whatever they were planning. She needed to keep her attention on All For One.

It seemed at through the villainous male had also noticed the other teens and was getting ready to send his black and red appendages towards the males, the woman noticed this and rushed forward while the male was distracted spinning and slamming her foot against his side, sending him flying.

All Might came to her side, his eyes in the teens while the woman kept her eyes in All For One who was slowly taking in the scene before him. "Seriously?" All Might muttered, shaking his head. "You kids."

As the two stood, ready to attack All For One again, heroes appear, knocking the other villains back to keep them from catching the teens.

"You're slow." All Might announced, glancing back at the smaller yellow and white male who narrowed his eyes at All Might.

"You're just too fast, hotshot." the smaller male grumbled before his eyes landed on the woman who simply raised an eyebrow at him. "I see you decided to join, Stronghold."

She smirked under her mask, turning back to All For One. "Can't let dad have all the fun, now can I?"

Gran Torino smirked, shaking his head before looking back at All Might. "You saw the kid, right?" the male questioned turning his back at the taller male. "He's turning out to be more and more like you every day."

Stronghold rolled her eyes. "That's not a compliment," she muttered making All Might glare slightly at her.

"Tch." All Might huffed, turning his back at the other male. "After his experience in Hosu, I didn't think he'd come to the battlefield." Shaking his head he scoffed slightly. "Damn teenagers!"

Stronghold narrowed her eyes that the larger male. "I take offense to that." she snapped, her voice holding a defensive tone causing the male to wave her off as if telling her that she wasn't included in his outburst.

"Shimura's friend, huh?" All For One muttered as he stood, his movement making Stronghold glare at him and go into a low defensive stance while All Might started coughing.

"It's shameful that I needed their help, " the burly male grumbled, before pointing at All For One as he continued "But now, I don't have to pull any punches against you. You're finished."

From behind the two heroes, Gran Torino spoke up though the female wasn't really listening as all her attention was on All For One. "Two left over here." Torino announced, dropping into a defensive stance. "I'll handle them."

"Tomura, " a small feminine voice whined making Stronghold cringe, "I do not want due in this place."

"They got us." All For One spoke out, raising a hand and pointing at the two villains. "Turned the tables of this fight with a single move." Appendages shot from the male, causing both heroes to quickly lean away from them though they watched as they pierced the woman that had been knocked out by Gran Torino. "Forcible Quick Activation. Magnetism!"

Gran Torino rushed forward, sensing a kick toward what seemed like the son of All For One though a blue field surrounded his head and forced him back, the same field surrounding the female, although pink.

Each male villain were sent flying towards her, making her eyes widen and shake her head as she took a step back only to be thrown into the portal behind her as the bodies slammed into her.

"Wait." Tomura cried out, his eyes that were hidden under a hand widened. "Don't. Master!" The heroes watched as he tried to fight the force that was pulling him toward the portal, his hand reaching out as if to grab All For One.

"Not so fast!" Gran Torino yelled out, rushing forward, though he didn't get far as an appendage pierced his stomach as another pulled the woman that he had pierced earlier and threw her into the portal.

"Your body is too damaged!" Tomura cried out, his voice cracking as if he was tearing up at the thought of leaving his 'master'.

He didn't get to stop the force as he was pulled into the portal a scream leaving him as he tried to reach out to the villain once again. The hand that covered his face dropped showcasing his wide and tear filled eyes. "No

I...I won't go!"

It seemed All For One wasn't listening as he forced his supposed son into the portal, followed by its creator.

The two heroes, Stronghold and All Might rushed forward fist raised and ready to attacks Gran Torino was surrounded by what looked like magnesium. "'Warping' plus 'Shock inversion'!"

As All Might and Stronghold punched, Gran Torino suddenly appeared before them, with not enough time to stop the two slammed into the older male as soon as the two hit him they quickly retracted their hand, All Might's arm flailing in the wind as Stronghold shook her hand with a glare.

"I only came to save Tomura." All For One announced, "But if you say you're going go fight, then I'll face you both as you wish."

"How thoughtful." Stronghold sneered, straightening her back her glare intensifying.

All For One ignored her, turning his attention towards All Might as he spoke. "In the past, your fist crushed one after another of my comrades." the male spoke up, a sneer in his voice. "Many were forced into the shadows, underground. While you were extolled as the symbol of peace. What a grand view you must have had from atop our sacrifices." Raising his arm, All for one's suit once again puffed out as black lightning surrounded his arm. "a hero standing on the mountain of our defeats."

Both heroes readied themselves, fists raised and ready for whatever he threw at them.

"Detroit...Smash!" All Might yelled out, rushing forward as Stronghold reached forward and pulled Gran Torino from the air and into her arms while a blast of wind sent her skidding back All Might soon being sent to her side.

Stronghold narrowed her eyes at All Might as she jumped back, setting the older male against a slab of concrete before standing before him allowing All Might to fight without her near.

"You still won't fight me with your full power, huh?" the villainous male mocked, "because doing so would endanger all those people you've sworn to protect."

"Fuck.." Stronghold muttered as All Might sneered before smiling once again. She should have seen this coming, she knew how much he wanted to protect others but she didn't think it would stop him from fighting full force with the other male, not since the teen that was closer than the civilians was gone.

"You shut up." the pro hero snapped, a glare coming to his features despite the large smile on his face. "Always toying with people, probing their weaknesses." his smile dropped, as did Stronghold's heart as the male started screaming. "You steal. Break them. Manipulate and discard them. You scoff at innocent people who are just trying to lead happy lives!"

The ground cracked under All Might as he disappeared and reappeared in front of All For One, grabbing the villain's arm before he could try to hit the hero. "It cannot continue." Stronghold darted forward, much like the male hero disappearing and reappearing before the villain and grabbing his other armgripping enough to overpower him and force his palm to the air before All Might slammed a fist into the male's face, cracking his mask.

Stronghold quickly released his arm as he was sent into the ground, jumping back slightly and crouching, ready to jump in at any given moment. Her eyebrows pulled together as the hero seemed to shrink slightly before realization hit her. He was reaching his limit.

"What's wrong?" All For One question, his voice strained though a smirk was on his face. "You seem to be worked up about something All Might. I've heard that same exact line before, you know." the villain informed, his words making both heroes narrow their eyes, before All Might's eyes widened as the villain cackled. "From the person who had One for All before you."

"Nana Shimura." both All For One and Stronghold spoke up, the female with slightly wide eyes.

She knew who the female was, seeing as All Might made it his mission to make sure his daughter knew all about the hero who gave him his power. Stronghold saw the woman as a grandmother, even if she had never met her.

She was a role model, only second to her late mother whom she shared a quirk with. She never learned how the woman died, only that she had fought tooth and nail against her assailant. Did this man take both role models from her, one she never got to meet and one she couldn't even grow up with?

A look of rage flashed across her sharp features, her aura darkening to one of pure bloodlust. He took her role models, it would only be fair if she took his life.

Before she could move, she felt a tug at her pants making her look down and lock eyes with Gran Torino who shook his head, he knew what she was thinking, he always did.

"Don't," he muttered, a sharpness in his voice that made her wince slightly. "Don't be like him."

A grunt left the woman before she shook her head. "I can't promise anything. But I'll try."

"That's all I ask."

"You have so much I'm common with Nana Shimura, " All For One spoke up as All Might panted a sneer on his face. "The utter waste of a human who passed One For All on to you."

"My master was a true hero." All Might informed while the woman behind him shook in anger at All For One's words.

"Keep her name out of your filthy mouth!" Stronghold and All Might snapped, stepping forward with the leg that wasn't being held by Gran Torino.

"A woman with no skill, and grand ideas she couldn't live up to." All For One snapped, ignoring the two of them as he continued. "How embarrassing for me, the creator of One For All, to see her inherit the power." from above him, All Might shook rage filling him at the way the villain spoke. "And the way she died was so pathetic. Shall I tell you about it?"

"Enough!" two voices rang out, both full of rage and hatred, though one couldn't do anything as the other covered the villain and pulled his fist back ready to attack, but the villain's free arm that Stronghold had held back puffed up and was surrounded by the black lightning as before.

Quickly, the woman scooped up Gran Tornio as a large gust of wind sent the heroes back, All Might towards a news helicopter while Stronghold was sent back into a building, Gran Torino encased in her arms as to protect him from the impact.

As soon as she hit the building a cough left her, spit flying out of her as her back arches from the pain. She has hit the building much harder than before, enough to break through the wall and slam into a set of office desks.

"Takio!" Gran Torino cried out, pushing himself up, looking down at the woman who was panting heavily with her eyes wide. There were a few office supplies embedded in her skin causing blood to drip.

A curse left the female as she shakingly gripped one of the pencils that had pierced her side and ripped it out with a grunt.

The wound dripped for a moment before healing slowly. Panting the woman started pulling out the supplies as the older man gave her a strained look before darting off and grabbing All Might before he could hit the helicopter.

It didn't take long to get the supplies out of her, though I did take her a moment to sit up and look back at the fight. Another grunt left her as she stood, stumbling toward the large hole that she had created and looked towards the vast crater that had been made after the attack.

Rolling her shoulders back, Stronghold leaned forward before jumping high into the air almost as if she was flying, before landing beside All Might.

As she landed, the male started coughing, his hand covering his mouth as he glanced over at his daughter who was rubbing his back.

"I find myself conflicted." All For One spoke up, catching each hero's attention and making them look at him. "Tomura has been the one to chip away at society's trust in heroes, so is it fair that I should land the final blow?" the three heroes narrowed their eyes as the villain continued. "You know, All Might, as much as you hate me, I think I probably loathe you more. I killed your master, sure. But you took away so much from me, everything I tried to build." Gran Torino and Stronghold glanced at All Might in slight worry, they knew he could fight a little more but as the villain kept talking, their trust was slowly being chipped away. "That's why I want you to suffer until your last breath, and die broken and disgraced for all the world to see."

Each hero glanced at the male arm as it started bulging and lightning surged around it once again. "Big one's coming!" Gran Torino warned, the three of them crouching, "Dodge and counter!"

The elder jumped back, though the two others stayed where they were, "Not so fast." All For One sneered, his arm lifting, though not pointed at the two heroes but instead pointed at a civilian that had been hidden from sight until now.

"Watch out!"

"I will obliterate everything you've protected." All For One spoke up, as he sent his attack, though it didn't get a chance to harm the civilian as All Might darted in front of her while Stronghold helped her out of the ruble. "Forst do go will be your self-respect and ridiculous public image." All For One attention turned toward Stronghold before looking back at All Might as he continued, "I will show the world how pitiful you really are, 'symbol of peace.'"

Stronghold looked back, her eyes widening at the state All Might was in. Sure she had known about the fight as her father didn't want her to be in the dark about it, but she never actually got to see his smaller state.

"Hollow cheeks and sunken eyes. To think you're their greatest hero." All For One mocked, "Now the adoring public and your doting daughter knows your true form. Try not to be ashamed."

Stronghold shook her head, glaring at the villain as his arms dropped to his side. So this is what he wanted, to humiliate her father for all the world to see. She couldn't let that happen, the least she could do was try to help him to protect him.

"Your move."

"Even as my body rots and grows frail. Even as you exposed my weakened state. In my heart, I remain the Symbol of Peace." All Might spoke out, his voice lower and gravely much like his daughters. His fist that was raised before his face started to glow as he continued. "And there's nothing you could do to take that from me."

"Is that so?" All For One hummed, his eyes moving toward Stronghold once again, a plan seemed to be formulating in his mind as he continued. "Ah, well. I'd forgotten how stubborn you are." the villain mused, "I guess I'll just give up." he shrugged, though he was quick to raise his hand and point at the hero. "Oh!" he exclaimed as if he had just remembered something. "But there is one thing you might be interested to know. Tomura Shigaraki? My apprentice? He's Nana Shimura's grandson."

All Might's eyes widened considerably, as the information set in. Just as All For one planned. "I kept wondering what would annihilate your golden heart." All For One announced a smirk hidden under his mask as he watched Stronghold go to her father's side. "And so I found Tomura. Groomed him to hate you, and watched as you smile so proudly as you beat your master's descendant."

Stronghold narrowed her eyes at the male, stepping forward slightly as she watched his fingers slowly start to turn black and red.

"That's a lie." All Might muttered.

A chuckle left All For One. "Oh, come now. You know it's the truth." The male mocked, "that is clearly something I would do, much like attacking your daughter."

Before either hero could react, the appendages from before shot out from All For One's fingers aiming for All Might, who didn't have time to move and was only pushed away by his daughter. Allowing herself to be pierced through the stomach, a grunt leaving her as she gripped the lophophore before it could go any deeper.

From beside her, All Might's body loosened, his fist dropping as he watched his only daughter get attacked after saving him. "Huh?" All For One questioned, tilting his head as All Might watched his daughter struggle to keep the lophophore from going any further, "Well, well. That's strange, All Might." a gasp sounded from the female, as the appendage pushed past her weakening strength and going farther into her stomach. "Where is your smile now?"

Stronghold winced slightly as the lophophore was roughly pulled away from her and back into All For One's hand. Her knees gave out as she cupped her wound that was slowly closing. Though not fast enough.

She dropped forward, coughing up blood that soaked through her mask and dripped into the ground, as her free hand held herself up.

"You bastard." All Might gasped, turning his wide eyes from his daughter and towards her assailant. It was like he was watching his wife die all over again, he couldn't lose his daughter too. Not like this.

"How very entertaining." All For One mocked once again, his eyes catching Gran Torino who quickly came to Stronghold's side. "I think I've taken a piece of you after all."

A scream filled the air, one deep and full of anger as a weakened voice cried out from behind the heroes. "Don't lose..." the civilian whimpered, sitting up with tears in her eyes. "Keep going All Might! Stronghold! We need you!"

A small and deep scream left Stronghold as she pushed Gran Tornio away, slowly pushing herself up at the woman's words.

They needed them. They needed the heroes which meant she couldn't stand around and do nothing. She needed to be strong and fight alongside her father.

All Might's arms slowly grew into his previous form, yellow lightning surrounding it, while Stronghold's eyes glowed brighter along with her free fist.

"Fear not, miss." All Might spoke up, his glare set in All For One.

"We're not done yet." Stronghold continued, the two heroes crouching as they got ready to attack.

All Might leaned forward, gathering as much strength as he could. "You were right," he spoke out, "A hero has so much go protect in this world."

"Which is why we will defeat you!" the father and daughter cried out, the light that surrounded both of their first shining brighter than before.

Though before either of them could attack, All For One started levitating, "there it is." the male cooed, flying higher, "That's the last of your strength, isn't it, All Might? And your power is slowly diminishing as your body tries to heal that wound, am I right Stronghold?" both heroes glared harshly, though the female winced.

He was right, it was one of the drawbacks of her quirk. As her body healed it would steal the strength from everything else as a survival tactic. To keep her from harming herself more.

"A wounded hero is a most frightening animal." All For one droned as he looked down at the weakened heroes. "Do you know that even now I sometimes dream of you charging at me with your entrails strewn across the ground, All Might."

His arm raised as once again it puffed out, the lightning surrounding it as he pointed the arm palm first at the two heroes. "You both have, what, two or there punches left?"

As he spoke an explosion of fire erupted from behind him, making the father-daughter duo glance around before locking eyes with a large and firey male.

"Are you serious?" the male snapped, his eyes narrowed as he screamed out "What the hell's going on with that weak little body?"

Another hero dropped down next to the firey one, this one looking more like a ninja than a hero. "Looks like we made it in time." the hero hummed, staying. His voucher position.

All For One hummed softly as he spoke. "Those Nomu weren't particularly strong, but I'm still impressed you handled them so quickly." The villain praised, though it felt more like mockery to the recently arrived heroes. "As expected from the man who clawed his way to the number-two spot."

"Dammit, All Might." the firey male exclaimed, a fleeting look of worry crossing his feature before one of anger replaced it. "Stand up and show them why you're better!"

Once again All For One raised his arm, puffing up and lighting with the black and red lightning. "If the only reason you're here is to cheer him on, I'd prefer you to be silent."

A large strong shot through the air, cutting through All For One's hand before the ninja-like male appeared at the end of it. "Think again madman." the male announced, "were here to assist."

From behind a wooden hero jumped into the fight, wooden appendages shooting from his arms and grabbing the previously defeated hero. "That's our jobs as heroes!"

"All of you came.." All Might muttered, making his daughter look over at him.

"You know these people?" she questioned, having never met the multiple heroes not had she ever heard about them.

Another hero came into the mix, grabbing a fallen hero as well as the civilian. "Of course we did. We can't do much, but if we can just help a little..." he paused, pulling the civilian from the rubble before continuing. "...then we have fulfilled our duty."

"Thank you."

"You have to stop him All Might, Stronghold." the hero announced, looking up at the ninja-like hero and the flame hero who were fighting All For One while the two heroes conversed. "This personification of evil. Pros and citizens everywhere are praying for your victory. No matter what you look like or what injuries you've sustained, you're still the number one heroes!"

Stronghold grunted slightly, tear prickling the edge of her eyes as she could practically hear the cries of the citizens that were cheering for the two heroes. She wasn't well known in Japan, but it was almost as if she could feel them cheering for her, praying for her to win.

All For One huffed, a slight tone of annoyance filling his words as he spoke. "How pointless." His attack finally hitting the ground and sending each hero back, screams of surprise escaping the few that had arrived to help with grunts left Stronghold and All Might. "Let's stop dwelling on heroism and start focusing on reality."

The two heroes watched with wide eyes as his arm bulged, muscle enhancing and looking much like All Might's arm. "Springlike limbs." A bright red light burst from his arm as spikes exploded from the skin. "Kinetic booster times four. Strength enhancer times three. Multiplier. Hypertrophy. Rivets. Airwalk. Spearlike bones."

Stronghold's eyes widen as she took in the male's new arm, or looked monstrous.

"The shockwaves until now we're simply go wear you out. I knew it would take much more than that to kill you." All For One announced, "In order to put you down for good, I'll punch you with the ultimate combination of quirks I have stored up within me right now. This will end you both."

Both heroes pulled their first back, Stronghold gulping in slight fear before narrowing her eyes. She needed to tap into the anger she had been storing up until this point, she needed to put it into the punch to finally take All For One out.

The light around her fist, as well as her eyes, faded into a bright red as she allowed the anger to flow through her. If she could get to him without being touched by his arm she could win this. They both could.

"I wasn't certain until we exchanged blows tonight, All Might. But now I am." All For One spoke up, pulling his own arm back as he readied himself to attack. "One For all no longer dwells within you. What you're attacking me with is just a lingering ghost." the male mocked, which he seemed to enjoyed doing to the male hero. "The embers that remain from what you've already passed on. And that fire grows weaker every time you use it."

Stronghold looked over at her father, her eyebrows pulled together. Another thing she wasn't told about. He had passed on One For All? To who? Was it one of the teens that we're here earlier? Would he allow them to meet? Licking her lips under her mask, cringing at the iron taste of her blood. Abe turned back to All For One.

"Even now, it's a feeble spark about to put itself out." the villain flew forward, his arm pulled back as he tried to use his words as a distraction. "Izuku Midoryia!" from beside her, All Might gasped. He didn't know how the villain knew who his successor was, but the revelation made him want to fight even harder. "He's the child you passed One For All on to, isn't her? I bet he came here without your asking."

"So he was one of the teens," Stronghold muttered, her eyebrows pulling together as she dropped lower.

"You have no control over his, do you?" All For One mocked, his figure getting closer and closer as he spoke. "It sounds as though you'll die full of regrets, All Might. As a hero and a teacher!"

The three pulled their first back, glares on the hero's faces as the light around their arms glowed brighter as they put more power into their fists.

Yells left both heroes as the threw their fists, connecting with the villain's monstrous arm. Their yells grew louder as a shockwave blew from their impact.

"Impact Recoil!"

The two heroes were pulled back, their fists slowly started to be ripped, skin hitting their faces. "You're right." All Might grunted, looking away from their connected fist and looking at his daughter. "As his teacher, I should have reprimanded him for coming here. I failed," he admitted looking back at the villain. "Which is why I have to make it up to him."

"I see." All For One hummed, grunting slightly at the two heroes pushed harder against his fist. "The weak enters inside rig are resisting. Trying to rekindle some of your former strength." All For One concluded, pursuing his lips under the mask, "A desperate attempt to rage against the inevitable and fulfill your duty. But it's not enough."

All Might let out a yell as his arm broke, Stronghold letting out a similar one as the skin of her fist started ripping apart faster than she could heal.

The two heroes grunted. Another yell leaving the female as they both anchored themselves to try and slow the push back down.

"I'll beat you, not because I'm a symbol, but because I will do as my master did for me." Stronghold's eyes narrowed as she tried to avoid the dust and dirt that was flying around, she didn't need something getting into her eyes not now. "Until I finish training Young Midoriya, and until I become a better father."

His other fist started glowing, making the female look over at him in shock as they both stopped the pushback. "It's embarrassing how much you're resisting." All For One hissed, anger lacing his words as All Might's other arm beefed up. "Perhaps I was wrong."

"I refuse to die!"

The two heroes pulled back, a new light encasing both their first as the punched side by side. Both punch his check, though All Might was quick to push Stronghold out of the way with his bony hip.

"A clever trick. That's so unlike you." All For One hummed, pulling his other fist back allowing it to bulk up as he spoke. "Still weak though."

The heroes watched as his left arm deflated, moving the power back to his right arm as he spoke. "That's because I didn't put my back into it that time!"

A scream left him as a shock wave blew through the air. "Goodbye, All For One." his fist connected with All For One's face, shattering the rest of his mask. "United States of Smash!"

A yelp left Stronghold as she was flown back and slammed into a large piece of concrete due to the shock wave. As her back it the concrete blood spurt from her mouth, her eyes widening as her back arched before she dropped limb on the ground.

As soon as she dropped, the light in her eyes dimmed before she passed out from shock and pain.

#fanfic #anime #I feel like this is cringe #mitsuki bakugou #bakugos parents #Masaru Bakugo #polyamarous #milf #dilf #romance #all might’s daughter #stronghold

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First Name: Katsu

Last Name: Grey

Nickname: Kitty Kat

Gender: Female

Age: 22

Species: Human

Sexual Orientation: Omnisexual

Birthday: September 14

Life Story: When Katsu was born her biological father disappeared to try and become a hero, thinking that he could easily do it. This left her mother by herself to raise a new born baby girl.

Not long after her father left, her fathers best friend stepped up and helped raise Katsu. He was there for everything a father should be, daddy daughter dances, teaching her to read and write, even tucking her into bed at night.

She viewed him as her father seeing as she had never met her actual father.

Not long after she turned 4, her mother and her fathers best friend got married making them a happy family.

About a year later her biological father came back into the picture, already upset that he couldn’t become the hero he wanted to be and seeing his wife and best friend embracing each other pushed him over the edge.

Her father murdered the two of them while she watched from her room, listening to the screams and fighting.

Before he could even think to grab her, heroes came to the rescue, apprehending her father and taking her to an orphanage.

At the orphanage she met Anima and Midori, both of which becoming her best friends. People she fought and stole for.

When she turned seven, she caught the attention of a well known mafia leader. Yeong Shinoda saw her as a profit. He could use her in fights thanks to her quirk and he could gain a large sum of money through her.

So, under the guise of a loving father, Yeong adopted her and took her to meet his wife who immediately fell in love with Katsu.

Izanami Shinoda saw Katsu as her daughter, treated her like one and spoiled her like no other. There were times where Yeong would take Katsu for the day only for the girl to come back with blood stains on her clothes and her eyes red from crying, but she believed her husband when he told her a false story.

When Katsu turned 21 she had enough, fighting with Yeong and talking Izanami into letting her leave.

Eye Color(s): Lavender

Hair Color: Black

Highlights: None

Hair Style(s): Her hair is usually up in some type of style; a braid, a pony tail or a bun. She gets uncomfortable when her hair is down, though she will let it down when she feels like her hair needs a break.

Skin tone: Tan

Body type: Hourglass

Height: 6’2”

Weight: 216

Personality: Katsu is a boisterous and outgoing woman with a fondness for space and anything out of the ordinary. She has a playful, friendly, bombastic, and child-like personality that is usually called being a ‘herbo’. She’s a bit blunt, easily taking things with a grain of salt and hardly seeing anything as embarrassing.

Good Habit(s): She has a habit of smiling through everything. Being someone who strongly believes that if you see something as bad then it only makes it worse.

Bad habit(s): She has a tendency to depend on her quirk, using her speed and strength whenever she can.

Like(s): She adores space, going as far as knowing everything there is to know about it.

Dislike(s): She dislikes fighting, coming from a life of fighting she grew to hate it.

Hobbies: Katsu likes to read fantasy book I’m her free time, even watching old Disney movies. She just loves fantasy.

Allergies: She has no allergies.

Fear(s): She has a fear of loosing someone. She may not like fighting but if it’s to save someone close she will happily kill someone.

Strength(s): One of her strengths is that she’s able to look past flaws, seeing them as something stupid and a thing “that no one has because everyone is perfect”.

Weakness(es): She sees the good in even the worse people, she just feels bad if she sees someone in a bad light.

Quirk: Supernatural condition

Quirk description- Katsu possess supernatural capabilities, attributes and aspects that are drastically beyond what is naturally possible.

Drawbacks- if she lifts or runs past what her body can handle she gets severe muscle spasms and if she uses anything other than Healing with a major wound she can go into a coma so her body can heal.

Occupation/Job: Unemployed

Scent: Chamomile and Bergamont

Blood type: O-

Outfit(s): When doing anything vigilante related she wears a light green hakama pants with a red sash wrapped around her waist, her chest covered but a black halter top that held her breast in place and showed off her toned stomach, black flat-footed boots adorned her feet, and dirt white cotton wrapped around her forearms and a form-fitting black face mask that covers the lower part of her face. But if she’s just being herself she tries to just stay in a pair of sweats and a cropped top.

#oc #personal fav #anime #mha oc #my hero academia #tw depressing stuff #angst #main oc

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October 17, 2017

A shrill ring filled the once silent air of the New Orleans apartment, following the sound to its source you could see a bright room. 

Only bright because its occupant forgot to shut the blinds the night before.

As the ringing continued, a muffled groan sounded through the room, seeming to echo off the bare white walls as a tanned hand shot out from under the pile of white polka-dotted sheets and slammed against the alarm stopping the ringing.

With the alarm now gone, all that could be heard was the sound of the air conditioner starting up, and the being under the sheets shifting slightly to go back to sleep.

There was a moment of silence before the sound of a phone ringing filled the air causing the once still mound of sheets to get toss as a curvaceous woman sat up with a tired sneer.

Her dark chestnut hair was fizzy and sticking to the edge of her plump belladonna lips. Her eyes were shut, letting her long eyelashes rest against the tops of her cheeks as one of her hands lazily ran over her suntanned and freckled face.

"Who the hell is calling?" She questioned the emptiness that surrounded her as her other hand reached over and snagged her iPhone 7 from her white IKEA nightstand.

'Momsie'

The chestnut-haired girl let out an exasperated sigh as she swiped, quickly putting the phone to her ear, her nose twitching as the back of her small starfish earrings poked the tender part of her jawline.

"Hey, mom." The girl murmured, letting her free hand fall to her lap as she stared out the window beside the Queen sized bed. 

"Hazel?" The shrill, motherly voice of Meredith Shen called over the speaker. She spoke as if she was miles away from the phone when, in reality, it was in her hands. "Did I wake you? Why are you still asleep? It's almost Noon!"

Hazel Shen, the girl in question, frowned as she pulled the phone back glancing at the screen to see the small 11:30 am at the top middle of it. " It's not noon, mom."

"Oh, close enough."

Hazel rolled her dark green eyes, her gaze landing on the hand in her lap as she fiddled with the edge of her oversized Captian America shirt. "Why are you calling mom?"

Meredith let out a mock gasp from her end of the call causing her eldest daughter to chuckle. "Can't a mother call her daughter on her birthday?"

"I think the critical thing in that was that it's my day." Hazel teased, pulling the sheets fully off her as she climbed out of her bed, goosebumps rising up her legs as her feet touched the cold wood floor. "Which means I get to do whatever I want."

"No, I don't think so." Meredith laughed, making Hazel smile slightly. She hadn't seen her mother in a while, seeing as the two lived in different cities they never had time to meet up, sometimes they never got to call each other. "Today's the day I became a mother. So I think that makes it my day."

Hazel shook her head as she padded towards her doorless closet, she had doors when she moved in but had her brothers help her remove them so she could put her dresser inside. She just never got around to putting the doors back.

"You already had a day, remember? May 17?" The sound of drawers opening filled the room as Hazel started searching for clothes.

"What? Mothers Day? " Meredith scoffed, "That's a day for everyone else. Today is my day to be a mother." 

"Don't you have other kids to harass on their birthdays?"

Another laugh erupted from the speaker as Hazel placed it on Speakerphone, setting it on top of the dresser as she started pulling on a pair of jeans. "Oh don't worry they'll get it too."

The chestnut-haired girl let out a laugh, one that matched her mothers low, breathy one. "Not if they change their numbers." Hazel mocked as she pulled the larger shirt over her head, pursing her lips as she looked down at her stomach.

Hazel wasn't the skinniest; she had love handles and was a bit chubby, and had, as her mother called them, 'Thunder Thighs.' But she knew, in the back of her mind she was beautiful, though her body issues always seemed to stomp that thought out before it could become something greater.

The tanned girl gently ran a hand over her stomach, her frown deepening at the feeling of her stretch marks and past scars. A sigh left Hazel as she quickly pulled her hand away and snagged a plain short-sleeved shirt that flowed just a bit past her round behind.

"Well someone better not snitch." Meredith spoke, unaware of her daughter's dark thoughts, "Remember Snitches get stitches."

Hazel rolled her eyes as she grabbed the phone and a hair tie before leaving her room. "Is that a threat? That's technically child abuse. You know that, right?"

An amused laugh filled the air as Hazel entered her kitchen and stalked towards her fridge. "You're 21 now. It's not child abuse anymore."

"You're right, but it's still illegal."

"I can't argue that." Meredith muttered over the speaker as Hazel pulled out a carton of Delight coffee, grabbing a cup from the drying rack she started pouring the cold sugary drink as her mother continued. "Anyway, back to the real reason I called-"

"I knew there had to be one."

"-Don't interrupt me." Hazel rolled her eyes at her mother's tone, setting the carton down and grabbing the cup quickly wiping the little drops of coffee. "Anyway, Your dad and I are coming to New Orleans in a few hours to take you out to dinner."

Hazel quickly shook her head, coughing slightly as she tried to breath through the coffee in her mouth. Setting down the cup and swallowing the cold liquid, Hazel wiped her bottom lip as she spoke "You guys really don't have to. I'm fine spending my birthday alone."

A low, exasperated sigh sounded from the other end of the phone. Hazel knew her mother was frowning, maybe even rubbing her forehead in frustration. "Hazel that's nonsense." Meredith spoke up, her tone turning to a low motherly one rather than the happy, friendly one from before. "I know you and your father left on a wrong note, but he's sorry. He wants to apologize."

"He wants to, or you're forcing him?" Hazel sneered, well aware that her mother couldn't see the anger on her face, 

There was silence on the other line, and for a split second, the birthday girl thought her mother had hung up on her. "Why does it matter if I force him to or not?"

Hazel bite down on her cheek as she crossed her arms, her eyes fluttering close as she controlled her voice. "Because he called me a monster for something you can't control. For something I was born with."

"You know he doesn't-"

"Doesn't he though?" Hazel's voice raised a bit, making her take a deep breath before continuing. "He's never looked at me like he does Richard or Henry or Gwen."

Meredith sighed heavily through the phone as Hazel leaned against the counter a hard look on her face. "Look, Hazel, as a mother, my job is to keep my family together. I'm sorry on his behalf, but we're coming up there to see you. This isn't up for discussion-"

"Come all you want." Hazel interrupted, snatching the phone from the counter, "Just don't be surprised if I'm too busy to see you guys."

"Haz-" Meredith was cut off as Hazel pressed the red circle, ending the call and setting the phone down with a deep sigh.

The newly 21-year old took a deep breath, her eyes closing as she clenched the edge of the counter. "You can come out now, Melanie."

Hazel turned towards the entrance of her small apartment, her eyes opening to watch's a bronze-skinned beauty step from behind the corner. "I'll never get used to that you know?"

Melanie Grant, a beautiful 24-year-old Shapeshifter, stood a tense smile on her thin painted lips. "Parent trouble?" Her deep sultry voice filled the air as made her way over and took a seat at the island, adjusting her sports bra as she sat.

The shifter was visiting after a run, meaning she was only wearing a bright sports bra that contrasted against her dark skin and a pair of black yoga pants. Her shoulder-length obsidian hair was pulled back into a messy braid, a few strands falling out and sticking to her forehead. 

"Its nothing." Hazel muttered, gently pushing the half-full mug of coffee that her friend was eyeing in thirst. "How was your run?"

Melanie was quick to grab the mug, chugging the remains of the cold coffee with a shiver. She was never one for cold coffee, always liked it hot. "It was good." The dark-haired girl spoke, setting the cup down, gently spinning it as she spoke. "I saw William while he was walking into the bar."

Hazel scrunched her button nose in concern, William was a newbie necromancer the two females had met last year. He was the definition of tall dark and handsome, or at least that's was Melanie says.

"This early?" Hazel grabbed the cup from her friend and went to the sink to wash it. "Its barely noon."

Melanie shrugged, "Maybe raising the dead is taking a toll on our friendly neighborhood, magician."

Hazel rolled her eyes as she rinsed the coffee cup out, "You know he doesn't like to be called that Mel."

Melanie wiggled her fingers at her friend let out a mock 'Ooo' before chuckling at the look the birthday girl sent her. "Come on, Haze! What's the newbie gonna do?" Melanie question pushing herself out of the seat, kicking the chair in. "Sick an army of the dead at me?"

Hazel sent Melanie a glare as she kicked the chair, "No but I might. Don't kick my stuff."

Melanie rolled her eyes, apologizing when as book was flown across the room at her. 

Hazel turned, flicking her wrist and sending the book back to its place in the living room before drying her hands as her phone pinged.

A mischievous look crossed Melanie's Chocolate brown eyes as she looked at the phone before they met Hazel's who had an eyebrow raised at her. "Wonder who that is..."

There was a moment of silence as the two girls stared off, a smirk appear on Melanie's face as she used her shifter speed to rush forward to grab the phone

"Wha-"

Hazel surged forward reaching out to grab it, her speed much slower the the shifter in her home. "Aha!" Melanie cried out, holding the phone out, looking at the notification before a look of disappointment crossed her features. " It's just your brother saying happy birthday."

Hazel rolled her eyes "Thank you, Miss Grant. Please make a note to fire you as well." Hazel shot her hand out, "Phone." 

The jet black iPhone 7 dematerialized from Melanie's hand causing her to pout as it started to appear in Hazel's. A huff left the shifter girl, "You could have at least let me message him back."

"I'm not letting you flirt with my brother through me, Mel."

Melanie made a face before it slowly fell as the realization hit her. "Wait, Hazel."

"Yes?"

"Hazel, it's your birthday."

The chestnut-haired girl raised an eyebrow before nodding slowly. "Why, yes. Today is the day I was born — what a great observation."

Melanie rolled her eyes, "No, Hazel, that means you can go out with Gregor and me! We can finally go to that witch bar you've been wanting to go to!"

"The Cauldron?" Hazel questioned, pocketing her phone and pursing her lips. "I don't know about that Mel. Psychic's and Witches don't really get along."

Melanie shook her head, "Well, the witches will have to deal." The shifter wrapped an arm around Hazel, who quickly protested at the sweat-covered woman though her protest fell on deaf ears. "We're gonna get you gussied up tonight, and then we're gonna go out. Hell, we'll invite the Magician as well."

Hazel huffed pushing away from her shifter friend, a shiver running down her spine as Melanie sweaty and cold arm slid across the back of Hazel's neck. "First of all, I hate you." Hazel spoke furiously wiping at the back of her neck as Melanie watched her in confusion. "Second, I can't go out tonight. My mom is coming over."

Melanie's eyes lit up. The shifter had Met her friend's mother and absolutely adored the short round woman, every time she came to make sure Hazel was still alive and well she would stay and cook for the Psychic and the Shifter.

"Even better!" Melanie grinned. "I'm sure she would love to get to know witch culture!"

"She's bringing my dad, Mel."

Melanie froze, her eyes going wide as the once bright look faded away. She had heard so many terrible things about Hazel's dad but had never met him. Apparently, he never wanted to know how his daughter was.

Melanie pursed her lips as she looked over her best friend. Hazel was looking at the ground, her hair covering her face. She looked like the shy and timid girl that had stepped into New Orleans two years ago.

"Well, that should be fun..."

#original writing #romance #current wip #fiction

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⚠️GRAPHIC WARNING⚠️

The tree seemed to merge together as she speed past them, the woodsy-earthy scent of the woods seemed to remind her of the incense she used on her alters, the smells being warm and earthy, it was reassuring enough for her to relax slightly but not enough to make her feel at home.

The familiar smell of rust and salt filled Wei's nose, this scent being enough to relax her even more. A soft sigh leaving her as she turned and followed the smell. Her mouth seemed to fill with venom as the smell grew in power, her body stopping at the tree line where she saw a rather large animal as it tore into the body of what looked like a deer. 

The smell of a corpse slowly filling the air, which made her watch the animal in fascination. It looked like the polar bears she would eat and toy with in the Arctic just darker and slightly smaller.

She could hear faint growls and the sound of flesh tearing as the bear ripped the corpse up even more. A soft hum left her and caused the bear to look up with blood and saliva dripping from it maw as it looked around, the thick mixture of liquid flinging around slightly and sticking to its dense black fur.

"That's Emmett's favorite hunt." Rosalie informed, leaning against the thick trunk of a tree beside the older woman. Wei's head tilted slightly at the name, she remembered Alice telling her that her brother named Emmett had demanded that they meet so he could challenger her to a fight. "He might get jealous if you steal his favorite snack." 

"I have no intention of gaining his favor." Wei muttered, watching as the bear went back to it's meal. "If I wish to drink from the bear then I will."

Rosalie smirked before ushering the woman to attack the animal. "Then by all means, don't let me stop you from feeding."

Wei looked over with a look of confusion. "I wasn't waiting for your approval." She pointed out, "I simply like to watch my meals, its interesting to me." Her gaze went back to the bear who was now laying on the forest floor as it cleaned it's paws, though it's head raised and a snarl rumbled it's chest making Wei follow it's gaze towards another bear slowly exited the tree line with what seemed like caution.

Another hum left Wei as she darted forward, killing the first bear as she past and grabbing the other by its scruff. Before it could swipe at her, Wei spun it around pressing it's back against her and using her free hand to hold it's paws down before sinking her fangs into it's neck, ignoring the loud bark of pain left it.

Loud cracks of bones breaking could be heard as her grip on the mammal tightened before it went still in her grip. 

Wei's ears twitched as the sound of Rosalie's foot steps hit her ears and caused her to break the grip her mouth had on the animals neck and look over to see Rosalie' rushing off to find a meal of her own.

A hum left Wei as she went back to drinking, the warmth of the bears blood making her body feel a faux warmth that made a shiver run down her back like it always did. It was her favorite part about feeding, the feeling of warmth that filled her during was euphoric to her.

In her human days she was very sensitive to temperature changes which she believed was the reason for the feeling she got seeing as when she talked about it with other nomad's they would simply shrug and say they didn't really notice the feeling.

As the velocity of the blood going into her mouth lessened, Wei sucked a bit more before dropping the body and moving onto the other one.

For the body on the ground, Wei gripped it's scruff and pulled it's upper body into her lap as she sat Indian style on the ground before sinking her teeth into the shoulder of the bear. As she fed, her eyes swept around the small clearing the bears had been in, it was very green, with what looked like moss growing up the trees surrounding it that glistened in the light which made Wei assume it had rained recently. 

Her assumption was correct as the feeling of the bottom of her shorts getting wet as she shifted slightly and hugged the bear closer again the sound of bones cracking filled the air as she seemed to try and squeeze more blood out of it.

An annoyed grunt left the woman as she pulled back, letting the bears head fall against her chest with a soft pout. She was always someone that could never get enough blood from her meals, especially from animals. Many friends associated it with her gift, stating that she seemed to go through more blood then others normally would. 

Wei pushed the body off her, the slight squelch of the body hitting it last meal made her cringe slightly as she leaned back against her hands and let her head fall back. The area she was in was nice and secluded, the sound of normal society seeming to be faint in her ears enough for her to ignore it. 

The only sounds she let her mind focus on was the sound of the wind rustling the leaves and the sound of animals scurrying across the ground and away from predators  that threatened to attack them. 

She was silent for a moment, just basking in the sounds the forest provided her as she felt the heat of the sun on her skin, the feeling making her shiver as she wasn't used to the feeling of heat on her skin.

#fanfic #twilight #graphic #vampire #rosalie hale #writing wip

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Tahara ran her fingers through Asahi’s hair as he laid across her, his eyes were closed, but she knew he was wide awake.

He had just lost to Dateko, a team that was known for their ‘Iron wall,’ he saw the loss as his fault seeing as the team relied heavily on his skills.

“Asahi...” she sighed, her voice making him turn and look up at her loving gaze as she gently caressed his cheek. “You know it wasn’t your fault...right?”

His eyes quickly darted away from her gaze, his eyebrows pulling together as tears started to form. “But it is.” He whispered, the brokenness in his words, making Tahara deflate slightly. “They were counting on me, and I messed it up.”

“They put too much pressure on you.” Tahara immediately quipped, grabbing his chin and turning his gaze back to her. “They were piggybacking off you, because you are their stronghold, but that doesn’t mean it was entirely your fault.”

He frowned, his lips parting to speak, but Tahara quickly covered his mouth. “They shouldn’t have put the pressure of you getting them through the game on you.”

“But...” his words were muffled because of her hand, which made him reach up and gently move it. “They trusted me...”

“Volleyball isn’t a one-person sport, Adonis. It’s a team that works together, and if they rely on a single person, then they’re just setting themselves up for failure.”

He sat up slightly, resting his forehead against hers while his eyes fluttered closed. “I know you’re right, you always are, but I can’t help feeling this way.”

She brushed her lips against his before pulling back, cupping his cheeks in her hands and rubbing them with the pads of her thumbs.

“I know, and I wish I could change your mindset.”

#angst #fanfic #romance #anime #haikyuu asahi #haikyuu #oc #story excerpt

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Nishinoya let out a harsh cough, the sound making Tahara pat his back while Tanaka glanced over.

“Bless you.” Tanaka glanced over at his shorter friend with a frown; his eyebrows pulled together. “Just not gonna say thank you?”

The three teens paused, looking over at their buzz cut friend. “Dude, that was a cough.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

Asahi snorted from beside Tahara, who gave him a look of confusion. “I don’t think you get to decide that, Tanaka.”

He quickly realized his mistake, upon seeing the brutish girl hand on their short friends back, who was laughing at his misfortune.

“I do today, bitch.”

The three immediately burst into laughter, they were used to Tanaka’s random words, but this one seemed to take the cake as Tahara leaned against a shaking Asahi.

“Tanaka just goes to the hospital.” She started, giggling through her words. “‘You have cancer.’ ‘Nah, I just have a cold.’”

Nishinoya snorted quickly, covering his mouth while Tanaka gripped his stomach, the sight making the students around them glance over in confusion while the four teens laughed like maniacs.

“Do I even want to know what’s going on?” The sound of Sugawara called out as he and Daichi approached from behind, both with broad smiles.

#fanfic #anime #haikyuu #story excerpt #oc #haikyuu asahi

[dreamingofvanishingenvy]

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️

Have you ever just spaced out and listened to the small voice in your head?

The little voice that is supposed to hype you up and give you courage but instead breaks you down and tells you everything is your fault?

That’s precisely what Hikaru Iseri was doing now, she still hadn’t been to sleep, and thus her mind began to talk to her.

‘Worthless’

‘Hated’

‘Unwanted’

Tears were falling from her seafoam eyes as she sprawled out on her queen-sized bed. She’s been in the same position for the last two hours, a starfished shape that made her feel both relaxed and anxious.

She had a good life, a mother that loved her and a roof over her head; she went to a good school and had a rather large group of friends.

But for some reason, she felt sad, depressed.

Why should she be alive? It’s not like she was helping anyone; if anything, she was a burden. Her mother had to spend more then she should, which gave the small family money problems; she hardly even talked to her father, who was currently with his second family living a happy life.

A small whimper left her as she rolled into her side and curled into a ball, her oversized ‘Black Butler’ top rising slightly and exposing her long thick legs.

Her delicate hand went to her hair, her unkempt nails digging into the greasy and knotted hair.

She hadn’t showered in weeks, not having the energy to even leave her bed. She knew her pity party would have to end soon, seeing as the break was ending, and she would be back to school, back to the large crowd of hormonal teens that clogged the halls like a blood clot in an artery.

Just the thought of shuffling through the slender hall and the many bodies of her peers made her breath quicken and her skin crawl. Her free hand going her ample chest and clutching the fabric over her heart as a sob racked through her.

Why was she sobbing? Why couldn’t she breathe? Nothing had happened; nothing had changed. She had been scrolling through random apps on her phone when the sudden urge to cry filled her.

Why was she like this? Why couldn’t she just be sane and happy? Why did she have to have the constant need to release her emotions in any dangerous way possible?

Her already closed eyes tightened as she slowly let out a shaky breath. It’s ok; she’s ok; she just needs to release her pent-up sadness. She knew how to do that, it may not be the healthiest way, but it worked.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly pushed herself up, her eyes opening and immediately darting towards the ‘dia de Los Muertos’ skull that had been gifted to her by one of her mother's coworkers.

Glancing at her closed door, Iseri scooted off her bed, shivering slightly as she stood from the warmth of her bed, and quickly walked over to her bookcase that held the colorful skull.

Once again, she glanced at the door as she lifted the skullcap and reached in, pulling out a small razor blade that shined on the moonlight that seeped through her sheer curtains.

Her bottom lip trembled as she slowly sank to the floor, her gaze glued to the blade as she rested it against her wrist.

This will make her feel better. If she hurts herself, the emotions will leave her and make her feel calmer.

Closing her eyes and letting out a slow breath, she pressed the blade deeper into her scarred forearm before quickly swiping her wrist, wincing at the pain but slowly relaxing as the pain overpowered her sadness.

She repeated the action two more times before setting the blade on the ground and watching the blood paint her snowy skin a small, relaxed smile on her face.

She felt better; she felt relieved as she watched a drop of blood hit her dark shirt staining the soft fabric.

A low hum left her as she finally felt tired, the sudden disappearance of her emotions, making her both mentally and emotionally exhausted.

A small and squeaky yawn left her as she grabbed the now dirty blade and moved to the small waste bin by her bed, tossing it in.

As much as she wanted to die, she would rather not use dirty blades. The simple thought sent a wave of disgust through her as she used her nightshirt to wipe her wrist while she sat on the edge of her messy and still warm bed.

Iseri took a deep breath, setting her feet against the ground before using them to roll towards the middle of her bed, her dominant hand reaching over and snagging one of her many pillows to cuddle with.

Worming her way under her furry comfort, a texture that always seemed to help her calm down her anxiety, she pulled the pillow close to her body and curling around it slowly falling asleep.

Harsh knocking filled the air and pulled Iseri from her sleep, making her flinch before rolling over and towards the door.

“What?” She called out, pushing herself up slightly with her forearm while using her other hand to scratch her head.

Because she had been rolling around in her sleep, her hair was more knotted than last night, causing her fingers to get caught and making her wince in pain when she tugged at it.

The door to her room slowly opened just enough for a head to pop through as the door shook as Iseri’s dog, one she pulled away from and left to her mother's care, scratched at the painted wood.

Waving her hand with an exasperated sigh, she scooted to the edge of the bed and leaned against her legs. “You can let her in,” Iseri shrugged, her lips pursing slightly as her mother flashed a soft smile before letting the door go and allowing the small husky/corgi mix to burst into the room and onto the messy bed.

As the small dog wiggled its way into Iseri’s lap, the teen let herself fall back into the bed, allowing the overly energetic dog to lay down on her exposed legs which were slowly turning red from the pups sharp nails.

“She misses you,” Ueno muttered, leaning on the door frame as she watched the two.

The teen lifted her head slightly to look at her frowning mother. Ueno was always worried about her daughter, she was her only daughter, and she could see behind the facade she would put up around others making the teen give up of using it around her family.

Ueno had suggested therapy, but Iseri shot that idea down. Why see someone who’s just going to tell you what everyone else does? That you should live and that people will miss you.

She knew people would miss her, at least in the back of her mind she did, and it wasn’t that she wanted to die, it was more that she just didn’t see the point in living anymore.

“I don’t see why,” Iseri shrugged, letting her head fall back onto the mattress. “It’s not like we bonded.”

Ueno sighed, pushing off the door frame and moving to sit on her daughter's bed. Reaching over, she picked the dog up and set it in her lap, “Iseri, she loves you.” The older woman started, holding the puppy like she would a baby. “She slept in your room, in your bed for the first two months we had her.”

Sea foam eyes glanced at the older woman before Iseri rolled to her side, grabbing one of her softer pillows to cuddle. “Why are you in here?”

“You said I co-“

“I said the dog could.”

Her jaw clenched as well as her fist. She didn’t mean to be so harsh towards her mother, she didn’t mean to push her away, but if she did, it wouldn’t hurt as much if and when she...left.

That’s how her mind worked. If no one was close to you, then they have no reason to be sad if you die. It’s one of the reasons she doesn’t really get close to anyone, not even her friends. They just know the basics about her.

They knew her name, how old she was, what classes she's in. Small things, things that wouldn't get them too attached.

They knew the need to knows.

Ueno ignored the cold and almost dead tone her daughter held, being used to her snapping for no reason or just being quiet. She knew her daughter was hurting, hell she had a bad case of anxiety herself, which became a good thing when an attack hit her daughter.

“Are you getting out of bed today?”

Silence followed her question as Iseri pondered over her inquiry. Will she? Could she?

She’s been barricaded in her room for the last few days, not having the energy or will power to leave her room to face both her mother and her brother, who seemed to be out at the moment.

Iseri shrugged, the action looking weird, seeing as one of her shoulders was under her weight.

“I don’t know.” She closed her eyes once again, already feeling tired still even though it was the middle of the day. She had fallen asleep at about four, so she’s had quite a few hours, but you could never have too much sleeping. “Maybe.”

Ueno set the puppy down, watching as she darted out of the room to rip apart one of her toys probably. “I would love to have some help with dinner tonight; I miss cooking with you.”

“Eijiro can help with that.”

Eijiro Hikaru, the twin brother of Iseri Hikaru. He was the exact opposite of his sister, able to talk freely with people without fearing that he’ll mess it up or freak them out. He was the normal one, the handsome one, the outgoing one.

Everything, look wise, was the same for the two. The only difference being that he was male and that his eyes were only a somewhat brownish dark gray while hers were both a sea-foam green, both colors that her parents possessed.

Another difference was that his hair was a dyed red while Iseri’s was a inky color that she shared with their mother.

“You know he’s terrible at cooking.” Ueno reminded, watching her daughter's tense body as she slowly stood.

Iseri hummed softly, her hand stretching out and picking at her soft pink sheets. She had chosen the color to try and brighten up her mainly dark room, but it didn’t really help.

“And I’m better?”

“You are.” Ueno reassured, turning to look at her curled up daughter. The teen was tall, having inherited her mothers taller height, she was also rather chubby even though she had a habit of skipping meals for days on end, opting to only drinking water. “You can actually follow a recipe and even make it better.”

“You give me too much praise.” Her voice was low, and drowsy. She was teetering on sleep, the only reason she was still awake was because her mother was there, the though of sleeping while someone was in her safe space made her incredibly uncomfortable. “Can you please leave? I’m tired.”

Ueno frowned, her eyes showcasing her sadness for the young girl. She’s suffered in silence for years, refusing to talk to anyone and refusing to even confide in her mother. It was heartbreaking.

“Okay.” The older woman sighed, making her way towards the door. “I love you.” She muttered, resting her hand against the door frame while her other hand held the doorknob.

Iseri simply curled tighter into herself, the reassuring words that always lifted Ueno’s spirits never leaving her.

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[dreamingofvanishingenvy]

“You need someone that loves your soul more than your body”

— Unknown

[dreamingofvanishingenvy]

“Thanks for being alive today.”

— Unknown

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CHAPTER TWO

‘Because I want to.’

The two now sat on the roof across from one another, Shinda picking at her skirt nervously as Kirishima tried to calm himself.

He had yet to answer her question but refused to let her leave the roof until he calmed down and actually talked to her.

He had to know why. Why someone as beautiful and intelligent as her would try this, would want to end her life.

“Who are you?” She asked again, her silly voice was still as smooth as ever almost as if what almost happened twenty minutes ago was a figment of both their imaginations.

Kirishima’s ruby red eyes darted towards her, taking her in like he always did.

Her greenish-blue skirt was ruffled slightly, the same as her button-down school shirt. Her deep purple hair had nearly fully fallen out of its bun from the near fall, the strands framing her baby-like face.

She was still as gorgeous as ever, her dark circles almost looking like eyeshadow that made her lavender eye pop.

“Why would you do that?”

His voice betrayed him, he was trying to be calm and collected but his voice cracked and wavered.

He still couldn’t comprehend why.

Shinda simply shrugged, she had no real reason, to be honest. Her depression had gotten to its peak and she just felt that this was the only way, she felt trapped and unwanted even though she had plenty of friends. She felt worthless.

She shook her head, “don’t worry about it.” She muttered, her hands now moving to the gravel of the roof where she started tracing patterns in gravel.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Well, you didn’t answer mine.”

The male huffed slightly, she was right he hadn’t answered her while she at least said something in response to his.

“Kirishima Eijiro.”

Shinda nodded, almost too much, at his words. She had heard of him, the rock boy from the hero course. His quirk was rather resourceful, allowing him practically a full body shield. “I’m Shinda Jisatu.”

“I know.”

Her lavender eyes shot up to his red ones, their eyes locking until he flushed and looked away. He knew who she was? How? She had never spoken to him before nor had she interacted within in any way.

“I saw you with Shinso and had asked about you.” His explanation was rushed, a sinking feeling coming to him. He didn’t like that he had lied to her, it wasn’t manly. But he couldn’t just tell her that he had practically stalked her for months beforehand.

Shinda nodded, slower than before, her hands moving from the ground back to her skirt. “Ok.”

That’s all she said, ‘ok’ as if she didn’t mind that he had asked around about her. It wasn’t necessarily a new thing to her, a lot of people had asked about the tired depressed-looking girl from general studies. Wanting to know if she had a quirk similar to Shinso’s seeing as they looked like siblings.

“So, why did you do it?” he asked once again, looking back at her, their eyes once again locking.

She shrugged again. “It’s complicated.”

“What is?”

“Everything.”

The redhead rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish look on his face. “Maybe I can help?” He offered, he truly wanted to help her. To get to know her even more than he already did.

He wanted to be the one she looks to for help, a shoulder to cry on, and a person to love.

Shinda simply shrugged again. “You can try.”

Once again she gave a short answer, not because she didn’t care but because she wasn’t someone who had full conversations with others.

“Can we talk about it while I walk you back to the dorms after school?”

The purple girl gave him a look of surprise. He wanted to walk her with her to the dorms? Why? She wasn’t anything special, nor was she someone that a lot of people remembered. Why was he even asking?

“Why?”

“Because I want to.”

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Kirishima Eijiro never thought of himself as a 'stalker', that's not what he was. He was just an admirer. Someone who loved to watch one of the girls in his school with rose-colored glasses, who oversaw the obvious signs.

Shinda Jisatu, a tired-looking girl, had caught his eye the minute he walked out of his classroom the day of the sports festival.

She was a part of General Studies, having been dragged to class 1-A by her friend Hitoshi Shinso.

She looked a lot like the male, sharing indigo hair and tired lavender eyes, but she wasn't as powerful as he was. Her quirk was Butterfly Manipulation, Kirishima had found out one day after asking around.

The dyed redhead knew a lot about the girl that stole his heart he would pride himself in thinking he knew everything about her.

He knew that when she talked to others she got nervous and would pick at her school skirt, or when she concentrated she would nibble on the pad of her thumb, or how her eyes would go dull when she went deep into her mind, or how when she smiled her eyes would shine.

He knew that she was at the top of her class, with grades that trampled over his own. He knew that she and his senpai, Tamaki Amajiki, were friends as well. The older male having enjoyed her quirk and the calming effect she seemed to have on people.

It was almost like she had a second quirk. One that could relax those around her with just her presence.

He could never keep his eyes off her, always finding some way to keep her in sight. She was enchanting, the way her dark dark fell down her back like an purple waterfall. He always had the urge to touch it, to see if it was just as silky as it looked. The way her velvet lips would turn up slightly while she stared dreamily out the window during lunch, he sometimes wondered what or who she was thinking about.

Sometimes his mind would wander to her smiling at him and his heart would skip a beat. He especially loved when she would brush past him on her way out through the hall, the soft scent of lavender wafting from her would make him melt instantly.

Kirishima thought he knew everything about Shinda, but he was wrong. He realized that as he watched with wide eyes as the girl he had an unrequited love with, stood at the edge of the school roof.

The wind billowed the loose strands of her indigo hair that was pulled into a messy bun, a state it was always in. Her pale, slender arms were stretched out, only bent a bit at the elbow.

If he wasn't freaking out, he would say she looked even more gorgeous than ever, the way her eyes closed and a look of content on her face.

She looked angelic.

He saw her pouty, lavender-colored lips move as she muttered, speaking so softly that he couldn't her silky voice.

Kirishima seemed more freaked out than she was, his heart was pounding as he walked slowly and quietly behind her, hoping to grab her before she fell.

He couldn't let her fall, not when he finally built up enough courage to actually talk to her, to ask to walk her to her dorm after school, a question he wanted to ask her the minute he saw her.

A soft sigh left the girl, her shoulders relaxing as her body slowly tilted forward. She seemed so calm and relaxed, that if Kirishima wasn't freaking out he would think she had fallen asleep.

"No!" He screamed, rushing forward as her feet slipped from the edge. He couldn't let her fall, he couldn't let her die, he had to save her!

A gasp filled the chill afternoon air as her lavender eyes shot open when a pair of muscular arms wrapped around her slender waist and pulled her from the edge.

They both fell back, her landing on Kirishima's chest that heaved. His adrenaline was high and his eyes were filled with tears.

How could she do this? How could she end her own life when she had so many people that loved her? When so many people would mourn her loss?

Kirishima was so deep in thought that he didn't notice a pair of glassy lavender eyes looking back at him, her eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

She hadn't heard him, she had thought she was alone, that no one had notice she even went up here.

"Who are you?"

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[dreamingofvanishingenvy]

Warm Embrace

“Freak...”

“Mistake...”

“Monster...”

“Demon...”

The ground of the Kirā family garden darkened as it soaked up the relentless tears that fell from the youngest Kirā child, her usually pristine nails digging into the dirt as sobs racked through her body.

Over her stood Akuma Kirā, the lady of the house, who glared sinisterly at her daughter.

Just yesterday she was being praised and loved and hugged, just yesterday she was given a ‘good luck’ by the very woman who now showed disgust towards her. Just yesterday, she was a simple fire mage, though her flames were different from others, it was hotter and blue rather than red.

“You’re a disgrace to the Kirā name.”

Hatred. So much hatred was laced within the mother's words that it caused another sob to leave the fifteen-year-old while she clutched her chest.

It felt like she was suffocating. She couldn’t breathe; she couldn’t think. Everything was crumbling around her, and she couldn’t do a thing about it.

Demonic Magic. That was her ability. She could use hell in any way she saw fit. She could produce hellfire, which was the reason they thought she was a fire mage like her father.

But it seems a mixture of her father's flames and her mother's Spirit Magic brought forth a different and challenging power.

Her grimoire was large and gorgeous, the leather a beautiful black with what looked like a map pressed into the fabric and held with beautifully made bronze. In the middle, surrounded by runes, was a circular benitoite jewel.

The girl adored it the moment her hand grazed its spine; it was unique and prepossessing.

But right now, it was the thing that brought so much hate and despair into her life, but still, she loved it. Even now, it was placed gingerly under her shaking frame as her mother bombarded her with insults while the rest of her family stood by and watched it happen.

She could remember yesterday’s event like it was burned into her mind. She had gotten her grimoire, much like the other teens in the clover kingdom, but hers was different.

As soon as her hands grazed the dark leather, the room went dark as a wave of heat flooded the room as well as screams of terror from the occupants who caught a glimpse of...something clinging onto the Kirā’s back.

It was large and grotesque, sharp fangs that seemed too big for its mouth were bared, and venom dropped from its tips. It’s long, and talon-like nails were deep within her shoulders though she showed no pain. It’s empty eye sockets still seemed to glare at anyone who looked at it.

A demon.

That’s what had attached to her, and that was the reasoning behind her family's anger. The action had brought shame into the Kirā family name; it brought fear from their allies and disgust from anyone else.

“I’m sorry.” Kyōi sobbed, her voice shaky and broken. She didn’t know what else to say; it’s not like she could choose her abilities. It wasn’t like she could go back and demand another grimoire. That wasn’t how this worked.

From the sidelines, her siblings watched, the older ones watching in horror as their younger sister was berated and the younger ones completely confused by the situation.

The only one that seemed the most outraged by his mother's actions was Katsu Kirā, the older twin brother of the girl that was letting out heart-wrenching sobs under their mother's unfazed eyes.

He was gifted with Spirit magic, like his mother, but he was proud of his sister for having such a unique and powerful gift.

Why couldn’t the others see how amazing this was? Sure it was scary; sure, others were adamant about pushing the Kirā’s away, but this meant she was powerful; this said she could bring an even more significant honor to the family even if it’s scary now.

Kyōi tore her gaze from the now damp dirt and to her mother's heated eyes. She could see the anger and disgust that filled them; she could see the disappointment and sorrow she had towards her now freak of a daughter.

‘Demonic Magic is dark magic.’ Her mother had said, ‘It’s nothing but sinister.’ Her words sent a rush of pain through her daughter's heart—each syllable making the pain worse and worse until she can’t bare it anymore.

“I can’t control what my magic is...” Kyōi pleaded, pushing herself up, so she rested on her calves. “If I could, I would change it. I would change it in a heartbeat!”

Katsu took a step closer to his sister, only stopping when the oldest Kirā grabbed his arm. Eijiro Kirā, a twenty-six-year-old that was the exact replica of his mother.

Black hair that swept over his bright dandelion colored eyes and pale, almost translucent skin. He was the next heir of the Kirā silk industry, though he was basically the owner already seeing as their father was almost always away from the house.

Eijiro gently shook his head, glancing over at the two females who seemed to be having a staring contest. “Don’t get in the middle of it, Katsu.” His deep, baritone voice was dropped into a whisper as he pulled his brother back. “It’ll only get worse if you do.”

“Someone has to help her,” Katsu muttered, his eyes moving back to his sobbing twin.

She looked a mess. Her hair, a light shade of brown with a black undercut, was disheveled and dirty, her sun kissed face was bright red, and her chestnut eyes that usually held a spark of love and happiness were now dull and lifeless.

“She’s strong.��� A more feminine voice spoke up from, making both males look back at the oldest female.

Shizuka Kirā. A beauty in every way.

She was a mixture of both her mother and father. Long dirty blond hair that curled and framed her heart-shaped face, a shining set of dandelion eyes. Her and Akuma were the faces of the Kirā family.

Katsu frowned before gesturing to the still sobbing girl who had let her head fall into her now dirty hands, smearing dirt across her red cheeks.

“You call that strong?!” He snapped, finally pulling his arm from Eijiro’s grip. His outburst caused the younger males to look over with raised eyebrows and misty eyes.

Atsumu and Osamu Kirā, the youngest of the Kirā family, looked up to the twins more so Kyōi, who was more like a mother to them than anything.

“Why is mother yelling at Ki?” Atsumu questioned his hand, moving to grip Katsu’s jacket while Osamu hid behind his brother, not wanting to catch their mother's attention.

“Because she’s a stone-cold bi-“

“Katsu!” Eijiro snapped, glaring at his younger brother. Of course, they thought their mother was horrible; she left the children to fend for themselves while she went out to meet with other industries.

She was never a mother to them, not really, which is why the others adored Kyōi. She was strong, and she was sweet, she always went out of her way to make the younger boys happy and was always able to stop a fight between Eijiro and Katsu, she always found something to compliment her older sister to keep her confidence up.

She was more like a mother than Akuma ever was.

A loud smack filled the air, followed by a cry of pain. The children immediately looked over to see Kyōi holding her cheek in pain while her other hand kept her from falling.

“I want you gone.” Akuma sneered, the sudden Declaration made the others freeze. Sure they knew she was against Demonic Magic, but they didn’t think she would actually kick her youngest daughter.

Katsu quickly stepped forward, dodging his brother's hand, and made his way towards his now shaking sister. “You can’t be serious?!”

Akuma barely glanced at her son, only watching her daughter, who was pulled into an embrace. “She is an abomination to the family name; if she stays, we’ll be ruined.”

“It won’t matter if she leaves!” The male exclaimed, wrapping an arm around Kyōi’s shoulders and holding her head against his chest while he glared at the older woman. “People know of her magic already; her leaving won’t change a thing!”

“Katsu...” Eijiro hissed, their mother was angry enough. They didn’t need her snapping at the younger male and even threatening to disown him as well.

“No!” The teen yelled, his sudden outburst making Kyōi flinch. “She’s done nothing wrong; she can’t control what magic is given to her!”

Akuma turned her harsh gaze towards her son. She had a soft spot for him, seeing as they shared the same magic. But even that soft spot wouldn’t stop her from trying to save the family name.

“We can deny any claims.” She spoke, her voice a twinge softer than before. “We can deny she was ever a Kirā.”

“But, I won’t!” Katsu demeaned, “She is my sister. My twin. My other half.” The two-toned male looked down at his sister with misty eyes. “I’m not just going to throw her away like a piece of garbage.”

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Chapter one

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When I first met Korosareta Jisatsu, it was by accident. We had bumped into each other in our last year of middle school, and I was perplexed.

Being a pretty popular guy, I thought I knew everyone, but here stood a small and timid looking girl who I had never seen before.

The first thing I noticed about her was her eyes. The ones she hated, the ones she called dull and brown. The way they seemed to gaze up at me with a small spark of curiosity surrounded by sorrow hypnotized me.

”Sorry,” she had said, ”I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

Her voice sent a shiver down my spine; the low and alto-like tone mixed with her overall monotone expression seemed to spark something in me.

I had to get to know this girl. I had to know her story and why she was the way she is. I wanted to get to know her.

And now that I think about it, I wanted to love her then as well.

Before I knew it, she was walking away—her silky ebony hair brushing against her broad shoulders with each step.

”Hey! Wait!” I called out, my hand involuntarily reaching out, my fingertips brushing against the back of her silk school top. ”Can I get your name?”

She had seemed surprised to be asked that. Like no had ever done the simple task of getting her name.

”Why?”

A small and boyish smile slipped onto my lips, the sight reflecting slightly of her chestnut eyes. ”Can't a guy ask a pretty girl her name?”

I watched in amusement as she glanced around, her arched eyebrows pulling together as she searched for another girl. Once she realized she was the one I was referring to, she pointed to herself.

”Me?”

I laughed, one that seemed to make her almost translucent skin turn red. Her round cheeks were turning as bright as a cherry; the moment I saw the color on her, I never wanted it to go away.

For a moment, I was breathless as I took in her flustered state. The way her eyebrows pulled together and her chestnut eyes flooded with both embarrassment and confusion, the way her pale cheeks flushed in a way that she could never hide it. The way her hands gripped the ends of her school skirt, tugging at it slightly.

”Why are you laughing?” she muttered, her voice wavering slightly as though tears were filling her eyes.

Thinking back, I should have realized what she was thinking. It was so simple now. A boy she's never seen before asking for her name then laughing? She must have thought I was just some dick making fun of her.

My hands quickly shot up and shook as I tried to regain the conversation. ”No, no, please don't cry! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!”

She didn't say anything, though I could tell she was contemplating just running away. Not that I would blame her.

”I’m _____, and you are?”

Her eyes shifted from the ground to me, then back again. She seemed to be stuck in her head, wondering if she should tell me who she is or not.

I smiled softly, my arms crossing as I shifted my feet. ”Even if you don't tell me, I'll just ask someone else. I’m sure they’ll tell me.”

”I doubt that.”

She was so quick to respond that it had caught me off guard. Or maybe it was the harshness in her tone, as though the thought of anyone knowing her was a disgusting thought.

I raised an eyebrow; I hadn’t been used to people so adamant about being unknown; almost everyone I had known wanted to be seen as something, whether good or bad.

”Look, I need to go.” She sighed, sniffling slightly as she slowly calmed down; it was like she had settled herself down without any confirmation from me. Like she had, had to do it before.

She didn't give me a chance to stop her, quickly spinning around and disappearing through the double doors leaving me with a hand outstretched to stop her with a simple ‘wait’ at my lips.

Just as soon as she arrived she was gone, from my sight only. Korosareta Jisatsu stayed on my mind for days after, enough for me to search for her when I had a chance or to day dream about her in class.

I was a typical boy in love, though I didn’t know it then.

All I knew was that I had to find her again, I had to be a part of her life no matter what.

“Hey I didn’t see you today! Well more like you were avoiding me. Is everything ok? _____ said you looked like you had been crying, is that true? Just...call me back ok?”

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