Priceless (KiriTodoBakuDeku x OP! OC) BNHA Fanfic

Chapter 11

Aimi's eyes were red-rimmed and dark from sobbing and tossing and turning in her sleep which had turned restless in the early hours of dawn, yet no one disrupted her, there was no one to rescue her from her own mind. She had to face this alone. Silent and still in her room, in her mind, in the broken fractal of her soul, she stood until it was over, her body had recharged, and she was free to leave the prison that was herself. Everything ached, yet she would soon wake, calling out to the day that was sure to come, and with it came her consciousness, memories flooded her.

 It was well into the morning when she rose from her repose. The house was empty when she came to, the only sign of life was a note from her fathers saying that they would be at school and that Aimi should rest. They apologized for not being able to take a leave on such short notice and promised to make it up to her later that day. 

Aimi spent close to an hour moping and staring at her pathetic self in the mirror. Her hair was a mess and she looked paler than paper. Negative thoughts flooded her mind, red splotches wouldn't fade from her hands and face, no matter how much she rubbed at them. She cried as a mental image of her younger self formed in her place, covered in the same shade of dooming red, condemning and bold. Yet the child version of herself wailed, she cried and shed more tears than the grown version of herself ever would. She was no warrior now, she was no hero.

 Monster. killer. Liar. You have no right to be alive. what did you think, going to a school would make you normal?  You should stay away from those brats, or they might just end up splattered across your arms too. For your embrace is not a safe one and your presence is not one that should be welcomed.

There were too many words in her head, there wasn't anything to do here, She couldn't stand the sight of herself. Repulsed, and with a sigh, she weakly tied up her hair and tried to smile. It was useless, The child kept wailing, and she failed to recognize the sobs and cries as her own.

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise that her family was at school at the moment, her grief-stricken state would do more than upset them. Her family...Yes.....

Memories of Aizawa and Yamada playing with the child she once was seemed to calm her down. She stood up, "I can't be here right now." 

Determined to busy herself and bottle away her emotions, she strode with purpose to the shower and got dressed in her uniform. Her eyes were still red but they weren't very puffy anymore. At most, if she kept her calm, people would simply think that she was high, better that than think she was weak. The military training that was drilled into her seemed to kick in at this moment as her emotions faded. 

She took notice of it being just short of lunch break at school. She could still catch the second half of classes if she rushed. With this small goal in her mind and a way to keep her thoughts focused, she left the house, backpack in hand and head held high, her neat, sleek ponytail swishing behind her. The locking of her front door was the sound that snapped her out of her emotionless state, it being similar to the cocking of a gun. 

She bit her lower lip and spun around to face the outside world, wising for her meditative state to return. But it was to no avail. Nonetheless, she was still determined. She straightened her blazer and dusted her skirt once before she started her short walk to school.

Chiaroscuro Aimi was not the kind of person most people would generally approach, her intimidating aura was usually enough to ward away any bad personalities. Today, however, she was in no state to be anything but a normal teenage girl going through a crisis. She seemed, weak, frail, and tired; she looked like a suitable target. It was more crowded than usual for this time of day, the blaring sun was usually more than enough to keep people inside their air-conditioned buildings at this hour. She couldn't pay the people around her much attention though, her own mind was busy enough degrading her and replaying the horrid events of the night before. Her vision was starting to blur slightly from her tears and her steps were a bit unsteady. Any attention she was paying to her surroundings faded and she solely tried to focus on putting one foot in front of the other.