BEING REWRITTEN*𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗿𝘆━ 𝗄. 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈𝗎

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗 ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴsʜɪᴘs

"DO YOU BLAME yourself?" his cold, chilling voice echoes. i squirm under his unbreakable hold he casts, looking up at his towering body. his face looked shattered, a red glow seeping through, identical to the cracks that appear on my features after i use my quirk for too long. his eyes, just as hollow as they've always been. no pupil rest under his eyelids.

my breath hitches, "what are you talking about?" i shake.

"your mother, ithawen." his terrifying gaze morphs into a patronizing one. like he's mocking me.

he starts to creep closer, still keeping me still as a stone. his knee's bend, his face is suddenly inches away from mine. he clicks his tongue, "that's right, i forgot. you're gullible to the lies you've told yourself."

i grit my teeth tight, almost feeling them crack under the pressure. confusion, fear, anger—they all greet me with no mercy. what the hell is he talking about?

from behind him, that same mirror appears once more. i peered passed his shoulder, looking at the reflection it showed. it was me. again. it was me, only shorter and younger. it suddenly occurred to me where i've seen that mirror before.

my mother's old house.

"it was impressive, i'll be the first to say." ginjiro spoke, i shot my eyes back to his figure, what was he so impressed about? "you amaze me, daughter, you truly do."

"don't call me that!" i snapped, shooting forward just a tad, only to be held back by the same force. he didn't seem scared, not that i expected him too. i only wished he feared me like i feared him. instead, he seemed surprised. his eyebrows raised, an evil smile overtaking his lips. "look at you..." the man whispered, "talking back, aye? you've grown since you've started U.A..."

"not to mention, what you did to that blond with the explosion quirk at the festival. you know, ithawen, you and me aren't so different after all."

i started to squirm again, aggressively shifting my body back and forth to break free. yet, it was no use. this was his territory, his specialty. he's controlling everything, hands tightly wrapped around the reigns. i'm simply useless.

he laughed in my face, spit spewing from his mouth as he began to wheeze in amusement.

"going back to my question—" he raised his hand, putting my struggling body to a stop. like i said, he's in control. it may not be his mind he's penetrating, but thoughts and hallucinations conjure as if it's his own. "the guilt and pain will make an appearance soon, little blonde, and then..." he paused, a sinister smile pulled at the corners of his mouth, "and then you'll remember."

i shot awake, my body heaving and sweating. strands of my hair stuck to my damp forehead as i struggled to gain my composure. no, don't you cry, i told myself harshly after i felt tears well in my lash line. i kicked the warm covers off my body, i felt angry and violated, goddamn dreams, my thoughts, that were now my own, cursed.