Ivette Midoriya absolutely hated heroes. The whole concept baffled her; how could those who declare themselves to be symbols of justice be so corrupted? How could society judge people based on their quirks and appearances? Fuck that. Ivette swore to...
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THE SOUND OF BIRDS chirping outside, short, sweet lilts, rose Ivette from her slumber. Sunlight streamed into her room, bathing the whole place in warm rays. She blinked a few times to adjust her vision and sat up slowly, the blankets pooling on her lap. The air was still fresh with its promise of another sunny day. A small smile crept on Ivette's face as she looked around the room. Nothing was out of place or out of order. There were no signs of any inconveniences or mishaps occurring last night. Her books were still on her bed. Her clothes were still in her closets. She hadn't woken up at all last night, and that observation made her shoulders sag.
A mop of green popped out from around her door, hesitant fingers curling around the wooden surface. Ivette looked up to meet her twin's eyes, the same green colour she had.
"How'd you sleep?" Izuku asked quietly, standing on a tightrope, scared to fall and induce a storm of rage and frustration.
He had been waiting worriedly all night, tossing and turning in his bed, wondering whether his sister was sleeping or not. It filled him with great grief— seeing the situation at school, knowing that he was just as ignorant as the others. Izuku's heart broke that day.
What sort of hero was he? His sister—his twin sister—the same person he had been with since birth—was in pain, and he never realised. She was suffering, and he never fucking realised. His heart was beating fast, and tears were threatening to fall down his face like he'd just been punched. Why? What did Ivette do to deserve this? She wasn't a villain. She wasn't a monster. Why did she have to suffer from sleepless nights and nightmares and headaches and everything else she hadn't told him or his mother yet?
Endless thoughts and questions raced through Izuku's head. Thoughts like, Did she have to go through it alone? And thoughts like, How come nobody noticed? Most importantly, the prime cause of his grief, thoughts like, How can I call her my other half if I am so oblivious to her pain?
He looked at her. Looked at his beautiful, broken sister and wondered where the time had gone. Where was the kindness, the love, that she was so used to giving out? The smiles and the advice. The gentle touches and the hugs. He saw himself now and felt ashamed for feeling anything other than pure anger towards the world and its circumstances.
"I slept..." her words, quiet as they came, hurled Izuku out of his self-deprecating thoughts. He could tell she wanted some reassurance—even if it was little—he was her twin, after all—although that didn't seem to hold as much value as it used to—and Izuku would give it to her in a heartbeat. If Ivette would ever grant him the chance, that is.
For the first time in a long time, Izuku saw how Ivette's lips stretched across her face. She greeted him with a smile full of teeth.
