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⊱ ──────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ────── ⊰
"THIS IS HOW I DIED."
Shoto blinked, a hint of accusation narrowing his eyes, both of his parents showing in the colours that were reflecting clear suspicion.
"You said you didn't remember how you died."
"I lied," Y/N said, without a hint of hesitation or remorse. "Because I didn't want to relive the worst thing that had ever happened to me. Fair?"
"Fair," Shoto mumbled.
"I think Midoriya already knows-" she cast her e/c eyes to the side for confirmation, receiving an incline of a nod. "-but no one knows the full story except for me."
The wind seemed to blow ominously loudly, low murmurings in the the gusts of air. Y/N's image flickered for a moment, before a flash of purple Necromantic energy restored her form to ridiculously realistic. Her Quirk was good that way.
"I don't know if you know about my home life," Y/N started. "But it ... wasn't the greatest. My parents were never at home, and I had to learn how to do adult things when I was five or six years old. I missed my parents so much, because some days, some nights, all I wanted was a hug, or an 'I love you'. I knew they loved me so much, but it often seemed like their lives were too busy to worry about a kid."
