merry go round.

one.

one.

training. training was always the most difficult 3 hours a day. with a quirk so difficult and fragile to handle at such a young age, training did not come so easily as it did for others with different, more simple quirks. those who helped with my training usually left with broken limbs. it's not like i mean to hurt them, i'm only six. mom and dad were hoping for a mild quirk, easy to control, not too dangerous. but they got something that could get so out of control within seconds, and if not careful, could end a life. the kids in the neighborhood had interesting quirks— a little blond boy could turn anything he touched into gold at will, like midas. a sage haired girl had the ability to create any natural poison she could understand— she was always outside, playing in the woods, so it made sense. i wish i had gotten a quirk like her's. instead i end up hurting people. i hurt mom, dad, and i'm not allowed near my brothers. mom and dad think i might kill them. and if frustrated enough, i just might.

eyes shooting open, i gasped for air, feeling suffocated in my own room.

"you alright there, love?" a crazed, high voice rang from the edge of my bed.

"toga, what did i say about watching me sleep? it gets weird," i exhaled, relieved to only see the fanged school girl in the room with me. she smiled and sprang to her feet, twiddling a knife in her fingers.

"i just couldn't help myself, y/n! it's your big day and i was so excited for you to wake up!" toga exclaimed. hearing her name being called, she skipped out of the room, and someone else entered.

"get up."

throwing the covers off of my body, i put some slippers on— you never knew what the hell was on these floors— and grabbed a uniform from his hands. "jesus, shiggy, did dabi put out his cig in your cereal or something?"

shigaraki grimaced and turned away, stopping at the door frame. "hurry up and get ready, we have to talk. and dabi is actually back by the way," and then he was gone.

"damned hand man.." i mumbled and changed into the grey and green uniform, adjusting the tie to hang loose around my collar. UA High School, did it really have to be me that's going? we should have made toga or something. the uniform was ugly too, green isn't my color. and paired with red? what is this supposed to look like, a damn christmas tree?

i stalked into the main room, where everyone was waiting patiently. twice was fighting with himself, worried about the following situation, and then coming off as he shouldn't give a damn what happens to me. toga was ecstatic, even this early in the morning. shigaraki, crusty as ever. kurogiri stood with his arms crossed in the corner. and dabi was leaning against the wall to the left of my bedroom door.

"hey edge-lord, let's not reign gloom upon us all this early in the morning, kay?"

dabi looked up and shot me a sly smirk and stood straight, shoving his hands into the pockets of his trailing coat. "i could say the same to you."

"y/n! oh, y/n! you like a doll in that uniform! it just makes me want to hide you away forever!" toga cheered, and dabi gently grabbed her arm to hold her back from laying her hands on me. toga idolized me in some ways, but at the same time it felt like she saw me as her little pet to pamper until her heart's happy. let's not bring up the incident where she took some of my blood while i was sleeping. boundaries have been set though, but she sometimes gets out of hand, causing dabi to step in.

"you look lovely y/n— no she doesn't, she looks hideous— shut it!" twice expressed and kurogiri clapped to shut everyone in the room up.

"before you head out, y/n, we have someone to introduce to you."