power flows within her effortlessly
"I'M GOING TO CHECK ON IZUKU," Ivette announced, breaking the comfortable silence surrounding the four soulmates. She took a step back, and Todoroki tensed. He was the reason why Midoriya was in the infirmary. He had injured his soulmate's twin. (He hadn't. Izuku injured himself).Ivette noticed this and stopped him. "It's fine," she reassured, a gentle smile sprawled across her lips. "I think that match woke both of you up." With a wave as a goodbye, Ivette headed to the recovery room, entering the door with a colourful banner on top, reading Recovery Girl's Temporary Nurse's Office. Ivette's face fell, concern rewiring her brain as she spotted Izuku heavily bandaged on one of the beds.
"Ivette," breathed Izuku, noticing the greenette entering the room. Ivette could hear the pain laced with each syllabus, and she didn't like that.
"How is he?" she asked Recovery Girl.
"The bones in his right arm were shattered. It'll never be the same as it was before," the healer informed, turning to Izuku, who let out occasional grunts and whimpers. "I need to remove the pieces of bone to make sure they don't stay in your joints. I'll heal you after that."
Ivette's frown deepened. Her brother was so stupidly reckless. He needs to learn to mind his own business, she thought. Otherwise, he's going to get hurt really bad one day.
"̷̨̮̮̝̬̓̋̓̏̀̀̕͘D̷̙͔̫͔͐̃̎ͅo̸̧̼̮̬̰̣͑̊̚n̶͖̾̍̊͗͝'̸̛͎̃́̊͋̉͒̑ͅt̷̺͓̮͓̻͈́̑͝ ̷̨͖͍̥̙̣̍ͅy̷̪̖̹̬̬̲̮͔̤̓̎͂̃̑̆͌̓͐̕͜ò̴̢̞̇͑̉́̾͑͘u̵̢͉̱̰̤̲̳̘̱̓͊̂̓̅̈ ̸̡̭̜̞̥̿̎̿̓͆̑̀͝͝t̸̖͍͈͕̼̤̗̣̱̮͛h̸̨̖̰̫̲͖̥̓͐͂͐́͑̓̎̕ͅî̷̫͉̻̖͘n̶̛̞͍̟̺̮͔͔̏̊ͅk̴̛̳͈̳̳̄ ̸̹̪̯̦̈́̅̄̅̄͘̕ͅi̷̭͓͙͆̉̇̂̿̃̚͠t̴͎̏̅̆͌̋̄͒'̷͓͌̾̓̆̊͐̈́̍͝͝s̷̨̨̰̬̹̬̻͇͒ ̴͔͔̗̼̟̃͘͜a̸̧̗̣̹̲͌̿̅̀͛̒l̴̛̘̯̓͗̌̽̓͜l̶̛̯͔̼̦͎͔͉̉́̈ ̸̛̹̘͚̯̓̎͛̿͌̌̑͒h̸̨̠͕̜̜̆̒̑̌͋̓̚i̵̙͙̜͔̲̲̙̅s̶̢̧̨̟͈͍̟̮̝͎͌ ̴̩̪̪͔͇̯͍͍̺͒ͅṱ̶̡̧̗̻̗͕̯͖̱͒̎́͋́͗̓͌̏̕e̵̳̹̬͚͇̠͕͇͇̣͐̃̆̕ǎ̴̡̙̪̄͆̈̎̈́̂̚͝c̵̩͙̪͛ͅḩ̶͓͑̿̓̒́̾͘̚͠e̵͉̮̓̽̀͆͋̓̓̊̽̚ŕ̸̡͙͎̗̩̤̬̼̦̉͛̃̈̽̀̕'̴̢̢̺̮͕̣̼̙̭̯̿s̷͈̻̗̪̉̀͐̌͝ͅ ̶̧͚̀͂̆̔̔͊̕f̶̢̛͓͎́̏́͊̂̚a̴̗͊͋̐̐̈́̈́ü̴̧̧̘̹̻̬̠̆̓̇͋̔̔̑l̸̡̥͕̏͂͐͗̃̀̕͘͝t̴̡̰̮̣̝̭͙̋͛̇̂̅̃͜͜͜͝?̷̬̯͋̀̾͂̽̓̊͒͊̚ ̷̰̤̯͔̬̮̺̥̩̆̉̏̏̄ͅS̸̭̝̹͎̈̅͗̉͘͘h̵͉͝õ̷͍̱̃͝ú̶̡̬͎̬̗̭͍̉͒ḽ̸̯͚̖̊̉͐̈́̈̆͠d̷̹̑n̶͖͇̱̭͍̙̠̎̂͒͛͋̇́'̶̧̡̧̲̳̣͇́́̓͘͠t̵̬̦͎̜̱̹̞̝̻͆̇̾ ̷̝̱͇̬̓̈h̵͎͇̉͝e̵̢̼̘̳̘̺̺͇̦̬̽͊̕ ̴̢͖͍͉̯͕͛̈́͑̔̃̐̈́̔͝h̸̺̪̜͍̺̫̟͋é̴̹͙̣̠̖̠̲̘̝l̷͚̬̩̩̹̺͙͔̲̦͋̍p̵̢̰̗̤̯̑̋̎͛͜͝ ̴̨̭͇͖̙̲̖̝͎̲̀̀̚ḥ̸̖͎̺̤̠͔͌̅͐́̑ī̵̬͓͊̉̈́m̵͖̖̘̈̅̓͆̀́̈́̎͋͝?̷̟̼͔̪͊͒̈́̇͊̈̕͠ ̴̛̛͔̀̐̀̈́̕͝͠I̷̛̘̤̩͑͑͌̑̈͘͜ş̸̬͚̲̥̭̠͍̑̇̄ ̶̧̲̦͔͔̯̼̏͑́̑͗͌͗̌̑͠t̷̢̜̥̫̩̪̱̖̻̍̂̄͘͜͝h̵̭̱͎͓͚̣̩̘̃̕̕i̸̧̳̙̝͍͈̤͔͂̆͂͋͘͜͜ş̶̡̧͍͔̖̮͈̙̈̈́ ̶̛͈̊͂̎͐̚w̴̯͙̟͙̖̤̐̿̒͐h̸̜͂̿̄͋̇͘a̷̱̲͖̅̉̍̓̌͝ţ̵̹̠͕̩̲̋͋̓͐͒̔̊͊ͅ ̷̧̡̣̰̭̹̜͈̓̈̓á̷͇͖̠̲̞͉̙̃͜ ̴̹̮̪͖̭̍̎́̀͝ẗ̴̩̙͎̰̗͖̳́͗̏̕r̴̨̜̜̯̘͎̼̊̒͝͝ù̵̯͖̱̪͔̐̈́ͅè̷͖̖́̉͋̈́̑ ̴͍͈͉̘̠̘̋͘h̷̡̡̩̥̮̰̝̝̿ė̷̢̙͉̙̤̥̺͚̃͑r̶͚͚̤͇̲̋͌͛̒̚ơ̸̡͕͙̱̜̹͙̆̃́̚͜͠ ̵̧̖̟̬̺͕͎̮̩͔͒͂̆́̒͊i̸̧̻̯̣̲͔͕̰͒̂̅̎̍̀̒̚ş̷̹̦͉̭͕͔̩̙̓͐́͂̊̏̕,̸̡̖̔ ̸̠̝̯̘͋̋͑̇͆͠ͅÍ̴̡̡̧̫̳̲̈́̊̄͘ͅv̶̧̛̲̫͓̫̄̒́̈́̒̏͛ͅḕ̴̞͓͕̐̀̄͒̔̾̚ͅͅt̵̢͍̭̩͚̝̠̀̏̈́̄̿̆̚t̷̥͂̄͑̔̾̎̑̓̓ͅe̵̢͕̺͊̂͊̇̎̌?̵̜̀̒̾̓̃̀̍̈́̌͝ ̷̛͇̩̣̜̗̼̲̠̤̈̀D̵̢̛͚̝̥͓̲̙͚̘̦͆̓̋̌͗͊̍̕ò̴̡̬̀̀ͅ ̴̥͕̹͈͔̦̘͂͊́̊͝͝t̸̹͆h̶̨̩̟̭͎̹͕̭͆̀̽̈́̇ͅȩ̴̢͍͈̗̪͔̪̦̱̃̽̋y̷̡̛̮̘̬̞̰̤̪͕̅͋̐́͆͑̊͜͝͝ ̴̡̦͈͖̺̞͙͈̳͎̽̇̃̽̄͝͠ş̸̡̮͕͍̀̑̑̂ȉ̷̼̈̅͛̌̄̔̓t̵̡͈̙̝̓͐̓ ̶̡͖͉̼͎̘̈́̎͒͐̓̾͜͜b̶̯͍̠̠̓͛͘y̷͈̮̜̔ ̴̡̭̮̤̯̦͓̩̏̊̃͂̊̓͗̚ͅa̴̪̖͗̾́̆͌̿͗̒͝n̶̝̗̪̤̲͐͛̕d̸̡̧̢̛͎͎̟͎̦̒͑̃̉͗͜͠ ̸̰̦̘̞̆̕ẃ̸̨̩͖̾a̴̯͓̿̈t̷̢̢̪̥̠͖̐̋͒ç̶̛͕̮̩̠̱̝̙̪̗͛̌̉́͝͝h̸͔̤̬̹̦̲̪̆̈͛͐̐͝ ̷̹̱͇̮̘̜̬̯̠̖́̀̈́à̶̙̍s̶̨̮̯͖̖͖̘̟͕̗̓͌̈́ ̵̛̱̱̹̺͗͑̈́̃̈͝ṭ̷̨̰͍̫̬͉̈́̀̏̃̿͂̚̚̕͝h̴̢͇̖̜̘̹̹̙͕̑̏ͅe̸̼̥͇̤͇̜̦̖͈̱̍͝͝î̸̡̩̩͉̘̉̚ͅř̷̛̜̺̎̐̽ ̵̢̞̲̖̻͔̈̈͌s̵̹̖̯̦͍̫̠͂͂ͅu̴̥̤̳̤̜͒̎̎͐͊̿͊͂̚̕c̵̫̲͖̯͓͕̖̟̉̈͑̈́͌͜͝c̵̯͎̦̐͒̌͘ẹ̶̜̙̜́̾͛́̀̇̅͊͐͜͠ŝ̴̳̩̮̦͚̙̑̓̍̈̂̆̕͜s̷̡̛͈̯̰͑͂̀̒̽̒̓̎ö̸̪͚͉͎͉́͗̿͆̚̚r̶͔̯̘̗͕̟̳̝̜̈́̿͆͘͠͝͝ ̶̨̰̰͉͉͖̠̮̿̓͐͂ͅâ̶̱͉͍̗͖̓̓̀̈́̾͑ͅḷ̷̨̲̜̮̺͇̤͈̙͋́͑̈́͂͛̓̌̆͒ṃ̵̤̻̱͔̫̩̘͝ͅo̵͓̺͇͗̈́̊̈̍̃̔̈́͝ş̸͈̭̈̓͂̍t̶̡̩̺̗̻̱̮̖̞̋̒̉͊̾̇͊̓̕͠ ̴̧̲͙̯̭̣̣̹̥̤͊k̸̰̥͋͊̿́̓̐̈́͝i̶̦̋̆̋͐͂̂̎l̸̹̠̞͓̳̪̦̖͘l̴̛̠̱̞̥̗̪̍̀͒̀̇̄̀͆̕s̴̛̮̭̲̲̤͚̔̏̒̂̉͌͠ ̷̢̦͙̳̜̤̭̟̃̽͂͐́͋̋̔͘͝ḧ̴̢̲̻́͒̆̓͋͛̃͜ḯ̷͕̓̿̀͛̽͑͑͠͝m̴̬̎̎͒̽̈́̀̅s̵͍̲̫̘̦̣̗̻̿̃̅̀͂̀͜͜ẹ̴͕͔͑͆́l̴͚̱̖̪͚̰̞̫̼͍̔f̶͉̗̟́̃̂̈́͘̕?̶̮̻̠̦̪́͋̃̉̈́͋̑͆͘"̷̧͈͓͓̦͈̬͎̈̽͌̀͆̔̈́̏̐̒ ̵̡̨͉̠̖̯̊͐̊̈́͂͊̎
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anti-hero • todobakukiri
FanfictionIvette Midoriya absolutely hated heroes. The whole concept baffled her; how could those who declare themselves to be symbols of justice be so corrupted? How could society judge people based on their quirks and appearances? Fuck that. Ivette swore to...