Ivette Midoriya absolutely hated heroes. The whole concept baffled her; how could those who declare themselves to be symbols of justice be so corrupted? How could society judge people based on their quirks and appearances? Fuck that. Ivette swore to...
a reign of chaos and moonlight. she liked it there.
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UPON WAKING, IVETTE burrowed herself into the warm, soft sheets. She rubbed the remainder of sleep from her eyes and gazed out at the horizon; its vivid light extended across a rosy sky. Its dazzling and inviting rays flowed through the window, providing warmth to her body. Slowly, she rose to a sitting position, the blanket falling to her lap. The fatigue seeped out of her as the welcoming rays trickled into the room, sneaking past the translucent curtains.
Ivette slipped out of bed, stretching her arms over her head as she stood. She stumbled into her bathroom, drowsiness still lingering in her mind. With a yawn, Ivette began her waking up routine, brushing her teeth and hair, washing her face and slipping into house clothes.
