𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐘.
(n.) a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand, or suddenly become conscious of something that is important to you.
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 - sydney suzuki learns that home can be a person, too.
✧.* i. midoriya / original chara...
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— STUDENTS GASP DRAMATICALLY all around me as the gate closes behind us.
the battle center is tall, with gleaming skyscrapers that shine like the real deal, empty business building scattered about and pairing with the unlit streetlights, road sighs, and periodically flickering stoplights. the faux villains could already be heard storming inside, their heavy bootstraps echoing through the roads of the city.
"holy shit, this is nuts!" a student beside me exclaims, eyes flitting around in awe.
another one nods vigorously, "it's, like, a whole city!"
"can you imagine how much it cost to build this?!" someone else said loudly, catching some looks from the others around us.
meanwhile, a much shorter person grinned and clapped excitedly, "UA is amazing!"
i wrapped my arms around my waist, fiddling with the seam of the short-sleeved shirt i wore. everyone had been instructed to dress in training-like clothes, one's that allowed the chill of winter's transition to spring to nip at our exposed skin.
in the end, of course, it wouldn't matter that my arms were line with goosebumps and freezing, but that idea didn't make it any less uncomfortable.
[ "like your application said, today you rock'n kids will be out there conducting ten-minute mock battles in super hip urban settings!"
present mic exclaims from a speaker overhead, laughing.
"okay, okay. let's check out your targets. there are three types of faux villains in every battle center. you'll earn points based on their level of difficulty, so better choose wisely! your goal in this trial is to use your quirk to raise your score by shredding these faux villains like a mid-song guitar solo!" ]
my eyes flickered ahead to the opening gates, sighing and shifting my footing to slightly lean forward as if i was simply waiting for the words to begin.
[ "right, let's start!" ]
then, everyone's heads turned up toward the speakers overhead. upon seeing that no one moved from their spots, present mic's vocie reigned once again.
[ "get moving, there are no countdowns on battles! run, run, run, listeners! you're wasting airtime here." ]
the sunlight shined off the windows of empty skyscrapers and reflected beams onto the long deserted roads, the very ones that we filtered into as everyone sprinted inside the battle center.
