She's never been free. Not from her own mind. Not from the chains that bound her to her cell. Not from the curse that came with her name. She will never be free.
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She's always been bound, ever since she was a child. The HP...
(A/N : If you do not remember her costume from the introduction chapter, here it is and I hope you enjoy this story ! Credits for the image : yourdrawingpineapple on instagram.)
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Outside of the large mirrors to the outside world, all was peaceful in contrast to my mind, where the nightmare I had stayed awake through had been playing for hours as I leaned over Bakugo's shoulder, absently watching a video playing on his phone while trying to ignore the violent wave of pain shooting through my back. Despite the classroom's noisy atmosphere, I managed to catch the sound of rushed footsteps echoing through the hallway in front of our class, seemingly coming towards us faster than the average human could run and I slightly turned my head to the doorway, drawing a sharp grunt of disapproval from the blond.
"I am...HERE !" All Might's voice boomed through the classroom as he slid the door open. "COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON !"
My gaze slightly lowered to the bloodstained ground below as everyone marveled at the fact that the Number 1 Hero was teaching at our school and now making his way to the podium in front of the class with both hands on his hips, smiling like the true Symbol of Peace everyone had made him out to be. Those words all seemed hollow, the simple title the people had given a man just because they saw him take down villain after villain and never seeking to truly inflict harm on others, even after my father's murder that title had been upheld, glorified even.
"Welcome to the most important class at U.A High, think of it as hero-ing 101." He said in his usual, somewhat creepy, enthusiastic voice. "Here, you will learn the basics of being a pro and what it means to fight in the name of good. Let's get into it ! Today's lesson, we're pulling out punches !"
He held out a white card with the word 'Battle' written on it with bold red lettering and, almost immediately, I could feel what seemed to be murderous tension coming from Bakugo and I knew that as much of a game as it looked to others, it was a chance for him to rank Number 1. Barely seconds later, four vertical panels slid out of the wall holding numerous cases labeled simply by a green number painted on the outside which, apparently, contained the costumes that had been made from the requests we had sent out.
"Get yourselves suited up and then meet me at Training Ground Beta !" The Hero ordered.
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I hesitantly placed my hand on the mirror in front of me and all I could see was my father staring back at me with the kind smile he always wore as I hesitantly brushed my fingers over the straps secured onto my thighs. It seemed that whoever designed my costume knew exactly what they were doing, that they knew the exact layout of my father's attire down to the smallest detail as mine looked identical to the one engraved in people's minds, in their fears. As I slightly turned to the side, I noticed that my back displayed the very symbol that my father held on to so dearly, two angel wings, one black and one blue, intertwined together to make a singular insignia, the Wings of Freedom.
