Y/n Aizawa was taken from her father when she was 5. Her mother barely raised her in the bad part if town they lived in. In a world where you must choose between fame and honor or evil and chaos, Y/n choose chaos. What will happen when she's forced...
Ice. You can do multiple things with it. You can melt it, build with it, and skate on it.
My mother before everything happened, was a French ice skater. She one many competitions with her ability to glide on the ice rink. She taught me at a very young age of my life how to skate. I became pretty damn good at it too. It's always been there. When I was younger there was this lake a few minutes away from were I lived. I would always skate there when I needed to calm down. I learned moves, different techniques, ways on how to do things better than before. It was the only thing I really wanted to ever do. My mother stopped when I was about four because of a major leg injury. She then was put on medication to help that, but after she was finished with her treatments. She never stopped taking medication. There were always pill bottles hidden somewhere in the house. It had all became the normal for me. She never skated again. But that never stopped me from doing it. No one has ever really seen me skate other than the stray cat that always hanged out around the lake. My mother originated from France but then met my father. Most of my genes come from her. She taught me the language, culture. She even told me that one we got back on our feet we would move back. That never happened.
That's exactly what I needed. I needed to get on the ice again. That'll help me calm down a little. I get up from the spot I was eavesdropping in and went to my room. I went to the box underneath my dresser and opened it up. My mothers white ice skates laid there. They were the most elegant and comfortable ones I've ever seen. The white laces were tied up nicely and the blades were as clean as could be. I hated the bitch who wore them but what's the point of honoring a dead persons shoes. At least she had good taste back then.
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I took them out of the box and put on some correct clothes for the rink. Usually no one is there because who in there right mind would want to go ice skating this time of the day. It open all night though. It's nice to have the free room thought. I get changed and grabbed the shoes. I walked out of my room and to the front door. Completely ignored, Mic and father turn there gaze towards me. I don't spare them my time and walk out of the house. I make my way down the streets and towards the ice skating rink. As I thought, it was empty. I went to the bleachers and put on the shoes. They fit me perfectly. Guess there both mine now. I walked towards the gate and pushed it open. Once I got on the ice I closed the gate and did a quick spin around. Nows the time I let out my emotions into this. I do a few spins and jumps and let my body move by itself. I glide across the ice effortlessly and flawlessly. Like I didn't have a care in the world. Which right now, everything that's happened, seemed to dissolve in my head. It was like there was no one else in the world, no father, no Mic, no Shinso. Just me. And that's exactly what I came for. The adrenaline and euphoria runs through my veins as I swift lift my body of the ground into a leap. I land with a graceful spin. I glide around the rink once more. I stop in the middle and take a calming breath. I was so lost in though I didn't notice the clapping from behind. I turned around quickly and met a familiar face. The blond hair, the yellow eyes. And the unmistakable smile. "Toga. Didn't see you there. How much did you see?"
