In the shadow of bright light

6 - Blue

Chapter 6

My eyesight flooded with the wrong shade of red, and it felt like hooves were stomping on my head like I'm the ground underneath a herd of ungulate. Knives were piercing my skin like needles were forced between each individual cell.

And then there was the lust, the sickening urge to do this to another.

I wish to see the thick, scarlet flow. I long to swim in the red, to drown in that which is thicker than water.

But I mustn't kill. I mustn't kill. I mustn't kill. Right?

Or is it really not that bad? Maybe...

Maybe this pain will leave me alone if I do.

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I slammed the door open and looked around the room for his signature yellow sleeping bag. When I found it, I walked up to him to made sure he was awake to hear what I had to say.

"Hey, can you hear me?" I poked the bag with my foot, "We might have a bit of an issue on our hands." The canary yellow fabric began to move until it showed the ever so exhausted face. "Hm?" He groggily replied.

So he really was sleeping...

"They let Dabi take 'leisurely strolls' around the parts where Shirakumo lives." I walked back to lean on a old looking desk, giving Aizawa time to adjust to the real world. "It could really troub-"

"I knew that already." The man who didn't bother to move up from the floor replied. "Wha-" My entire body launching off the desk.

"But why wouldn't anyone tell me? I'm the one who had to deal with him all those weeks, and now everyone was informed of his partial release but me?!" The disbelief in my voice could be heard in all rooms next to this one, but I didn't care as long as I got my point across.

"I said I knew, not that I agreed with their choice." The zipper went down and he stepped out of his cocoon. "Us both had to put in a lot of effort because of your idiotic decision to erase half of your life and pretend you were a victim too."

He has a point. Aizawa did help me a lot, mainly because he wanted to create a stable environment for Shirakumo.

"But what are we gonna do about it?" My brain was working hard to come up with some idea to add Dabi's existence into this cover story, but it failed to come up with anything.

"We?" He chuckled, after which he stared out the window without saying anything to explain his laugh.  "Todoroki won't do anything, especially not to you. Besides-" "What is that supposed to mean?" I took a step forward, desperate for answers.

"Oh, would you look at that. You have 4 minutes to get to school or you'll be late." He evaded my question. I huffed, accepting I won't get an answer out of him now and sped off to UA.

Luckily for me, classes are a lot easier than dealing with my fake ex-boyfriend who also turns out to be a mass murderer and arsonist and is now trying to ruin my life. Before I knew it, school was over.

Oboro and I had left to a cafe to study after school. I bet a lot of things had changed over the years, because man, was he bad at English.

"No, that word can't end in -ing." I helped him. He looked up at me, totally clueless about how confused he looked. I let out a giggle before looking at the time. "It's getting late, but I'll help you some other time, alright?" He still seemed a bit dazed, but he started clearing the table as well.

We had only just stepped outside when it started raining. "Do you have an umbrella?" I looked at Oboro, who likely asked for it because he didn't have one either. I shook my head.

In all honesty, I never took an umbrella with me any where. I used to just shift into a form that didn't look like anyone else and create a umbrella with my other quirk. But Oboro doesn't know I have a shapeshifter quirk, and I can't use my forcefield quirk in the open because I might risk getting caught.*

*(note: the usage of a quirk is prohibited outside. If she were to use it, it may go on her criminal record and she couldn't become a hero.)

"But it's not that bad, right? Just a few drops won't hurt us." And right then, I jinxed it. The clouds seemed to split in two and drop buckets of water down to the ground. And so we ran, water plashing from the ground into my shoes.

"Over there! Let's hide there." Oboro pointed to a small park with a playground. I sat down on the wood chips under a slide, and Oboro did too. With two almost fully grown teens, there wasn't a lot of space left.

His blue hair was a few shades darker and clinging onto the shape of his face, dripping water onto his pulled up knees. Even though he's completely drenched, he still looked perfect as ever.

My sight seemed to trace every part of his face, desperately trying to take it in. It stopped at his glaucous eyes, which seemed to glimmer with a hope as they noticed that I looked at them.

Was he gazing at me too?

I looked away at the rain, which didn't show any signs of stopping, relentlessly dropping down from the clouded sky. I looked back in front of me, to see Oboro's gaze was still on me.

I couldn't help but chuckle at him for looking like a lost puppy. "Why are you staring at me like that?" I wiped some raindrops from my face, feeling self-conscious.

The question made him finally look away with a blood-rushed face. "Because you're beautiful." His words faint over the sound of water hitting the floor.

My hand itched to fall into his, but it can't, not now. I have to handle some things first. Yet I longed to be more than we are right now.

"Oh~ you wanna kiss me so bad, don't you?" I teased to lighten the mood. His eyes widened, and his eyes were fixed on me once more, shooting away only once to look at the darkener wood chips next to us.

The sound of the rain muted his answer, but his face told me all I needed to know. "Yes I do."

I was no different from him. There was nothing I wanted more that merge with him like two raindrops on a window. I wish we could always be this close.

"Oh." Was simply all I could utter.

I wanted to, I really did. In any other situation I wouldn't have any doubt. But how would he feel if he found out? He only really experienced 17 years of his life, compared to me who is 8 years older than that.

I can't really hide it from the one I love, can I now? That I lied to him? That I'm still lying?

No matter how I look at it, there's not one decision I can pin down as the best. I need a second opinion, and I know the exact person who can't judge me for my doubt.

Published: 12/06/2021
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Not me forgetting it's Saturday and that I update on Saturdays :)
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The end is kinda bad, my apologies. My brain's attention span ran out.