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SHE SAT BLANK-FACED ON THE HOSPITAL BUILDINGS LEDGE, HIGH ATOP OF THE GROUND, WITH THE WIND CARRYING THROUGH HER H/C LOCKS. The words she parted ways with lingered through the air and were guaranteed to make anybody confused, especially the heterochromatic-eyed male who eavesdropping behind her.
"What do you mean?" Death questions internally, awaiting her response. She understood the curiosity she must've spiked for the nosy male behind her. She didn't want the position she sat in at the moment to make a false advertisement of suicide, that's for sure, she was already dying anyway - so what's the point?
"Telling Aizawa. The doctors are already telling me to take a break. The damage to my body might be increasing with the upcoming camp, now that we're done with our finals." She replied, silently enjoying the calming and non-aggresive winds that bat at her dangling legs, and her figure was so very near the edge.
Gazing at the pulsating cars on the street below, she basks in the serene ambiance of the moonlit night and embraces every passing moment. She sits in tranquility, feeling content and undisturbed, not desiring any undesired attention. The glowing moon illuminates her face, casting a soft glow on the scene. She sits there, quietly enjoying the beauty around her.
The only noise that disturbed her peaceful and content being was Death and his all too familiar deep voice, "Then do it, [Name]. Tell Aizawa. It's for the best. Do it when you get home."
"Okay- wait, home?" She repeats softly and quietly, her bottom lip hanging solely, "Home." And she said it again, soto voice and laced with uncertainty, feeling the way it leaves her tongue.
"Yes, home." Death replies as [Name] moves her tongue in her mouth, moves her lips, and feels the way the word trails from her vocal chords.
"Okay. I'll tell Aizawa when I get home." She replied. Her dangling legs kicked upward slowly, and she figeted with the window's glass underneath her, gently kicking it with the bottom edge of her shoe.
As the moonlight continued to create a welcoming charm and she peacefully enjoyed the silence, the bitter familiarity with the presence behind her was quite disturbing. She sensed his tension behind her and knew of his uncertainty to approach her.
In a way, Shoto Todoroki was like [Name] Tahashi, but of course, not entirely. Everybody has their differences.
"Why did you run away, Toya?" She asked as her bottom made contact with the pavement to her side. The elder boy to her side looked down helplessly, and he pondered on if this was truly worth telling her.
"My dad." He started, "and my youngest brother, Shoto. Mom, too."
As Toya ranted on with a dark shadow cast across his narrowed eyes and a most obvious display of hatred and the search for revenge, [Name] picked up on everything.
