Heterochromatic

[57] Apologise

Ekio stares at the logs in anger, her frustration getting to her. She has gotten the multiple logs off one tree and was able to get them to mould back together. Unfortunately, you have to find all the pieces of the same tree to do this, so that was annoying enough, but now she is trying to get it to root.

For the tree to live, it needs to root back into the ground, Ekio needs to get the tree to mould back to its original form, not just a cylinder piece of wood with some bark on it.

Compared to the glass, this is much harder than anything Ekio has done. [i almost wrote kagami again oop-] The training day when she had to lift the slabs of concrete in her fight with Shoto took it out of her, she wasn't able to use her Quirk for a day or two after it. Yet, Ekio knows that she will have to get up tomorrow and do this again and again for the rest of the week.

The sun is on its way down, signalling that everyone will be stopping soon, but Ekio is determined to have some progress on this one tree, whether she accidentally destroys it or not.

She closes her eyes, just as she does with the glass, and imagines what the tree looked like. Since she can't be sure which tree this was, she just pictures the general resemblance of a tree, which might not work since Ekio's Quirk isn't a life force, it is just putting something back the way it was.

Cleaning up its destruction.

Ekio doesn't notice the eyes watching her as they finish off, ready to eat dinner. She presses her hand to the tree, forcing everything she can into it, trying her best not to set off the destructive part of her Quirk.

A small groan escapes her lips as sweat travels down her temple. Her arm shakes slightly as she taps her heel against the pile of logs next to her, a small number of twigs snapping up towards the trunk and starts to construct something that resembles a tree.

As more wood snaps back up, moulding to its original place with a small gold light the tree fits back together.

Sort of.

Ekio falls back, breathing heavily as the tree resembles that of a pre-schooler trying to draw a tree with branches, and still no roots. The trunk falls over next to the logs, having received nothing to help it stand up anymore.

The girl on the ground huffs in defeat, glaring angrily at the pile of wood. She knows that there is no way she should be able to do this successfully if she has never done it before, but the fact that she is failing is upsetting her.

Success is something that has been bred into the girl, so she feels as if she has no reason to not be able to achieve it. She has been given the genes to thrive, to be better than the rest. Her parents have gifted her with an abnormal amount of Quirks, all of which when are trained correctly can bring anyone to victory.

She is at U.A. highschool where Hero's are born and bred, yet she can't bring a tree back to life.

Pathetic.

"C'mon Komo, it's dinner time." Aizawa shuffles past her, looking forward to some rest from his insane students.

Insane in every way imaginable.

Ekio gets up slowly, her arms aching considerably from the use of her Quirk. Not to mention the multiple times she used her second Quirk to ward off other students from watching her. Her throat is starting to hurt slightly as well, but she doesn't act it, as she would have to give a reason to it then.

Shoto strides up beside her, glancing down at her hands carefully.

"Are you hurt?" He asks, pulling his blue dress shirt over his white t-shirt.