"𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧."
in which a
girl is cursed
with immortality,
but is it really a curse
or something more?
...
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They have fucked up big time.
Their gaze lingered on themself in the mirror's reflection as they now seemed to understand the consequences of their selfish actions. Their breath ragged, tears pricking at their dull eyes. Hands holding fiercely onto the sink, they thought they might break it.
Previously having woken up to not being under their boring white sheets but instead under boring white hospital sheets, made their anxiety rise. Countless thoughts swirled in their mind as they tried to steady their rapid breathing.
What in the world happened? Did the 'respawn' — as they liked to call it — not work? Yet if it didn't work, they still would have made an impact on the hard ground which of course meant, they would have died.
"Did I simply not die? Was the impact not hard enough to kill me?" Y/n questioned themself.
Finally letting go of the sink, they slide down the locked bathroom door. Knees to their chest, burying their head in them, they sighed as more tears left their eyes.
Anger and frustration started to build up in them as they brushed their previous theories aside and started to think logically.
Red feathers appeared in their memory of the previous night and then the gears in their head started to move.
"Damn you, number 3!" Y/n exclaimed as they started to scratch the skin of their arms fiercely.
They probably would had started fangirling if they weren't in such an ass situation.
Y/n doesn't know how much longer they have sat on the cold bathroom tiles. Yet when they had calmed down from their breakdown, they heard a soft knock on the door.
"Are you in there, kiddo?" they heard a voice, assuming it belonged to the number three pro hero, speak up.
"Yeah, just taking a piss." Y/n sighed as they dried their tears with the hem of the shirt the hospital had provided them.
They flushed the toilet, pretending to have used it, and washed their hands. Taking one last look in the mirror, they flipped themselves off.
Unlocking the door they came face to face with the sight of the number three pro hero, Hawks. The blonde man was sitting comfortably on one of the chairs that were placed next to a table.
"Morning," they mumble, getting comfortable under the white sheets that didn't belong to them.
"Yeah morning, let's get down to business," he said while filling out, what seemed to be, a form. "I'll need your first and last name, date of birth, and the place of your residence."
Y/n knew they have landed themselves into a tricky situation and lying to a pro hero wasn't even an option, so without hesitation, they did the right thing.
"Name is Shikatsu Y/n, born on August 15th 20XX, currently residing in Musutafu, Japan."
"Yeah, that should do it for now," Hawks mumbled, looking up from the clipboard and giving Y/n a genuine smile. "Now comes the more important question though, are you alright, kid?"
