find solace (belong) [KNY/BNHA]

[00] take a leap of faith.

Lmao hi, hello :D

I basically took a look at the first few chapters of this story and was like "D:", tbh it kinda sucked, the cuts were weird, the thoughts were weird, and the reactions were unrealistic. I mean, it's anime, ofc it's supposed to be unrealistic, but I was kinda pushing it a little twt

Either way, i decided to rewrite it :') and now i'm like, semi-satisfied even though the majority of this is so poetic (i blame my english class we're doing poems rn and i'm absolutely loving it, it's amazing)

A turning point, She had pondered for days on end. She really did.

There were people who could go about their lives without ever having to feel the world shift beneath their feet, to feel time warp beneath their unseeing gaze, to sense everything they know and hold dear face mortal peril.

Fortunate beings — go about their days with contentment, excitement, love, tiredness and oftentimes frustration.

Is that not life at its core? Laid bare for all to see, for all to know.

But life, they hiss, but life, the sky splits.

A warning, a sign, an omen.

But life, a sigh.

All but serene normalcy, all but ordinary. And one could only hope that they'd be lucky enough to escape, unscathed, from the screeching sounds of fate's sharpened claws.

Ready?

Never.

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That single doctor's visit was enough to crush any hopes and aspirations of a five-year-old that dreamt of brightness. The experience was more than enough to allow for a dislike of hospitals to fester in the girl's mind. White and green, overly dull. The grey walls seem to swallow her whole.

The beeping of monitors in the distance, foreboding as ever. The wait was unbearable.

The smell of antiseptic and disinfectant, irritating to the nose. The smell of health and wellness, they said. The smell of pain and injuries, she said.

Something about the doctor's coat, his pens, his sleeves, his shoes. Something about the white walls, cold aircon, grey floor, and white sheets upon the medical bed.

Something about those glasses that glinted, reflecting the white artificial light upon the ceiling. If the world was a horror movie, the lights would flicker just about now, with the professional looking at them with an unreadable gaze.

I'm sorry, the doctor said. The universe grinned.

Something about quirk factors, pinky-toe joints, not manifesting, unknown reasons, research. It was all too fuzzy to hear. Or maybe it was the shock from the diagnosis that muddled her mind.

A laugh brushed her ear from the walls and ground. Is she imagining things?

"There's barely anything to refer back to as these cases are pretty uncommon. Of course, it could just be an extremely late manifestation or even a dormant quirk, but according to the tests, so far it seems unlikely." The lull of the voice, laced with pity, was something that Charlotte wished she could tune out. But she kept listening despite it as if entranced, in a daze.

"We're in the process of contacting other hospitals in other countries to see if there are any other similar kids, but I'm extremely sorry for not being able to give you a direct and proper answer."