; 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞. allowing light to pass through partially or diffusely; semitransparent.
⧉ you're not anyone special, you're the average girl. you had a loving family, food on the table, warmth and comfort. but that all changes once you realize...
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐖𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃, effortlessly doing so in a quick manner. you were independently training, making sure your sharp skills were still there after your short 2-day mission break.
it wasn't tiring to you, infact, you felt as if you were obliged to do more. if you couldn't save the lives of even your family, you knew you had to be good enough for your standards to protect others.
subconsciously, though, you would raise your standards every time you felt as if you got better. you were in a loop of constantly trying to get better, only for those standards to be raised when you had finally felt good enough.
scratch that, actually. you were tired. tired of that never-ending loop of torture, blaming yourself for something out of your control. and something in you, deep down there, knew it wasn't your fault. but you immediately shut it out, letting guilt overflow your senses.
"[name]-san! your knuckles are turning white!" a girl called out, snapping you from your momentary daydream.
you were gripping your sword too hard whilst swinging, causing your nails to dig into the hilt of your katana and turning your knuckles a pale white. luckily, the hilt didn't even have a scratch and your knuckles quickly faded to their original tone.
"oh. i'm sorry, kouhara-san. i was.. lost in thought."
"of course you were, it's normal now. why don't you take a break?"
"..i'm fine."
"you're not. come one, you can't possibly be okay after using your one brain cell for five hours. you're lucky it was over three."
you sighed, letting yourself be whisked away from your training post by your friend, almost a motherly like figure.
i'm lucky that you're even here. you thought again, reminiscing in the feeling of knowing that at least kouhara wouldn't leave you.
she finally brought you to a table, forcing you to sit down and wait patiently for food, you're assuming.
"wait here, and don't move. i'll find you if you do." at least she's still herself.
"i get it, mom. you've said it before."
"s-shut up! i'm only looking after you because you're so stupid!"
