It's been way too long since I punched something, and that fucking mirror had it coming. Stupid mirror. Stupid Azusa.
Eh, whatever. Mirrors are overrated, and punching them is underrated. I've never liked looking at myself anyway. Not because I don't think I'm cute. I'm foine, but that's beside the point. I like this new reflection better.
"I can't believe I did that!" I mutter to myself, gazing at my disheveled reflection in the cracked mirror. My hair is a mess, my nose is bleeding, and I sport a black eye. Clutching the sides of the sink, I turn on the water, attempting to mend the damage. Despite my efforts, the black eye persists.
I forcefully swing the door open and reenter the room. All eyes are on me. "Listen," I begin.
"No, we owe you an apology," Izuku interrupts.
"You were going through something, and we spoke bad about you. That's not manly," adds Kirishima. Apologies flood in from all directions.
"Now, can you explain why you had a breakdown in the arena?" Momo inquires. I give a slight nod and commence my tale.
"At a young age, I learned and mastered waterbending. However, my father compelled me to embrace the challenging and dreaded form of bending. He...," I choke up a bit, "he attempted to turn me into a weapon when I was just eight. I mastered his teachings, bending blood in broad daylight without the full moon, and even using my mind for bloodbending. As Shigaraki mentioned, my mother considered me a monster."
"But what does this have to do with Shigaraki?"
"My father tried to sell me to the League of Villains," I reveal, eliciting gasps from the onlookers.
"My mother was born quirkless, and my father had a water quirk. Mother always told me she loved me, but I never felt like she did. He killed her, took me into custody, abused me physically and emotionally. After he was put behind bars for being caught in a villain hideout, I moved in with my cousin, I vowed to never bend blood again. Until today that is." I finished everyone stared at me in shock and disbelief.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know!" Uraraka hugs me, "Saturday, can we go out?" She asks. My eyes widen. "I-I-I mean-uh, you don't have t-" She stutters blushing rapidly.
"I'd like that," I say.
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Blood Girl
Fanfiction♡In which a powerful girl with a thing for pop culture and a meme-like immature personality joins U.A. high school, aiming for success in being a hero and managing to capture the hearts of many but all while trying to hassle with her dark past.♡ Spo...
