Nagisa Shiota: The Amazing Spider-Assassin

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵'𝓼 𝓑𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭

𝓘 noticed my teacher's worried look in his eyes, as well as the indirect stares of my classmates. I tried my best to convince him that I was okay, but I had minimal success. "I think you should go home, Nagisa. You don't seem well, and of course, in no condition for any assassination attempts on me. I'll pass by your house after school and give you some tutoring about our lessons today, how's that sound?", he entreated, although I had to take a few seconds to process his request. "Alright, I guess that'll be fine," I muttered under my breath, grabbing my white schoolbag from my desk lifting the straps over my right shoulder, and trudging myself over to the classroom door. I glanced back at my classroom and noticed some of my classmates still had their eyes on me, while others just got back to their work. Our assassination target waved at me with his usual smile, so I waved back before opening the door and walking out, closing it behind me. I then made my slow trudge down the mountain, stopping midway down. Everything around me became foggy, becoming less and less visible before everything became dark, a small circle of light pouring on me from above. I began to question everything that had just happened. Why did I feel so different? Why was my body constantly shaking? There were so many questions that swirled in my head that I couldn't even begin to think of answering. I clenched my fists tightly and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath before I felt the warmness of the sun shimmer back onto me. I opened my eyes and looked around, the uncultivated sounds of the forest filling my ears once again. 

I walked off the path and towards a small clearing, setting my bag down onto a small, nearby tree. I began by lifting my shirt and examining my body for any drastic changes: and the first one caught my eye immediately. On my stomach, I had a six-pack... from doing absolutely nothing, and they grew instantaneously from when I passed out. I didn't have them this morning, nor did I have them years prior. To say the least, I was shocked. I lowered my shirt and pulled my sleeves back, looking at both my arms. Both of them were toned as well, making it seem like I had been working out for months. I flexed slightly and they became more visible, then slowly set my arms down before looking at a flat, 15-meter cliffside, not possible to climb up by normal means due to the lack of any rocks or edges to grasp and push off of. I trekked over to it and stood at the base, lifting my head to glance at the highest edge of it. The image of me sticking to the classroom ceiling was embedded into my mind, so I wanted to see if what I experienced wasn't just a random figment of my imagination. I planted a hand onto the cliff face and pushed off the ground a little bit, lifting myself off the ground and staying attached to the wall with ease. I began my slow climb up the face, my heart racing at a billion beats a second as I realized that I was climbing a flat, unclimbable cliff with no difficulty at all. I didn't even need to grab onto anything, as my hands and legs would simply stick to the cliff; similar to an insect, or... a spider. I climbed to the top of the cliff in no time at all, standing on the edge of it and looking down at the forest below. The gust was much stronger up here, so I untied my hair and let it blow freely in the wind. For a moment, I felt relaxed and at ease. As for why I felt this way, it could be anyone's guess.