the tears of athena [mha oc]

chapter one: begginings.

Beginnings, if anything is the most annoying things I have ever gone through. trying to figure out exactly how to begin, how to shake your ink pen just right so the ink could get flowing, but not hard enough that the ink goes flying on your new white shirt is difficult. but this isn't about me. This is about katana Aizawa, and how she began living. She did not begin living the moment she began breathing, but that is a story for another day.

This was the katana's new beginning. A breath of fresh air. Beautiful sunrise with pink and orange hues reminded her that a glorious blue sky was coming forth.

The minute she walked out of the entrance exam hall, she was greeted by the examiner of the neighboring batch, and her dear father, Mr. Aizawa. No words were exchanged. Just a simple smirk from her and he knew, she was going to touch the sky and bring him the moon.

Katana was a very confident woman. she worked hard towards her goals and achieved them. She was bold, talented, and sometimes cocky. she took pride in herself, nine inched heels tapping along the rhythm of a song playing in her head. a comeback always glued to the tip of her tongue, eyeliner as sharp as her name that you could notice when she insulted her rivals in the sweetest voice imaginable. But, she wasn't always like this. Somewhere in her eyes, you could find the hurt little girl, that lived in fear, restricted herself from having pleasure, as if someone else could get pain from it. a girl that apologized for someone else's mistakes, that was happier at others' achievements than her own, because what was there to be happy about? There was always another personal best to conquer, always another comparison to be made between her and someone else, always another screaming match ignited by a ''B'' on her report card, always another bottle of concealer gifted to her by her father, not for adding to her makeup collection, but her first aid kit, as to how else would she cover up the bruises? happiness was a butterfly. She was only too full of parasitoids to keep it alive.

That had changed now though. Or she thought it had. In moments of vulnerability, that little girl would still come to visit her. Always living in katana's shadow, never really leaving her side, except sometimes that little girl's voice was louder than her own. she had managed to keep her chained for a while now.

As she was wondering what was made for dinner at home tonight, she saw a car with a familiar license plate.

''Miss katana, madam has ordered for you to be dropped home by this car.''

Ordered. The word which she despised her entire life.

''Sorry, I don't sit in strangers' cars. If she wanted me come at her place, she should have come, not her driver. I prefer walking home anyways.''

''But miss, Sasaki mansion is very far away-''

''I said I was going home, didn't I?''

After a minute, the uncomfortable silence was broken by katana's voice.

''You can go home now.''

''But miss-''

''Leave. I won't repeat myself again.''

Defeated, the driver left, the melodic sound of victory and the engines filling her ears.a small smile on her lips, she continued walking home watching the sunset in the process.