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༉˚*ೃ ¹². 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋!
𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 Tsubame's face. Her feet were not touching the ground. In fact, no inch of her body was on any solid surface at all. The purple mist, which had enveloped her body and wrapped her in a cold, unwelcome blanket, dissipated, whirling away in the wind, until it was totally gone. Her eyes had squeezed shut at the torrent. Now, they slid open. For not even a split second, everything was... calm. She was staring at the cage ceiling of the USJ, the clouds above it behind the glass. Peaceful... Wasn't she too high up? Then she was falling. Oh, shit—why was she falling?
Tsubame's head immediately snapped downwards. Far below her swam the ground: the muddy, dirt-filled area of the Landslide Zone amidst submerged buildings made for training purposes—far, far below. She had to be a good ninety feet in the sky.
Stomach dropped as she plummeted, hair flying overhead in its spiral pigtails. Up above her, the purple mist that had deposited her in the air had vanished. Warp—okay, she'd been warped. Teleported. Was somewhere else. That must have been the fog villain's Quirk. But now she was falling. Falling fast. She was left to just drop through the empty sky of the USJ, bodyweight catching up to her and sending the fifteen-year-old hurtling towards the ground. Tsubame bit back would have been an instinctive shout, refusing to cry out in fear due to her own pride. She almost chomped off her own tongue at the sudden rush of adrenaline-fuelled fear.
Shit! she thought internally, grimacing with her teeth bared and her eyes wide, brows pulled together. Shitshitshit! Oh fuck, oh fuck! She kicked her legs out, flailed her arms, and then realised that would help absolutely nothing at all. Did not a thing to slow her rapid tumble through the open air. Instead, Tsubame relegated to drawing her knees up close to her chest, arms braced at her collarbone with clenched fists nearing her chin—simply bracing in protective fright while she helplessly fell. Her insides had been left somewhere a dozen feet above her as she dropped like a stone.
All Tsubame could do was stare at the ground as it sped up closer and closer. Seventy feet. Sixty feet. Fifty-five—! Thinkthinkthink. If she pushed off with her tiger legs at the right time then maybe she'd only break them both and not the rest of her body. Or would it be better if she tried to roll? Maybe she should just stay curled up—? Shitshitshit! Fuck! Fuck! Wind rushed past her ears, an impossible cacophony of noise. Adrenaline filled her system from head to toe, composed her veins, but what could she possibly do off of the ground? It wasn't like she could just grow wings—! Shitshit—! Tears unwillingly built in her eyes from the speed of the fall as it burned her gaze with the assault of air, and she was forced to squeeze them near-shut to avoid any injury to them. Shitshitshitshit—! What do I do—?!
