𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃-XXXI 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 [NAME] DOESN'T HALT HER MOTIVES.
❛You weren't there yesterday.❜
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HIS GOLDEN IRISES DROWNED IN INFURIATION. [Name] stoically gazed up at him, bowing her head down gently as her (e/c) eyes clashed within his, her body flaring a warm-lighted torch around in his dark pupils.
"I already mentioned, sir." [Name] began lowly, her eyes' sight hazy as she downturned her head, further gazing at the ground. "I mentioned that I had work studies, I still do, and can only be here at night. You've had a substitute." She stated, "But, I'm positive it won't happen again."
"It better not. Get back to Eri now." He glared, snarling underneath his mask as [Name] nodded her head lowly, heightening her stance.
With her sneakers clicking against the ground as she eyed ahead, the expression of pure disguist painted across her eyes like a jet flying amongst the sky, writing words in big, puffy clouds of exhaust
[Name] maintained the blank face she has always countered beforehand, though she can't help but think back on the reason why this front is put up as she makes her journey back to the little girl's room.
She recognizes now that the scorching pain heaving in her chest like a bunch of pointy syringes has always been a burden to carry, she's always fought back to pain aching throughout her body and now, her sense drive outward, and it turns overbearing.
[Name] doesn't break her stoic face, like a cold block of granite. The only seal of rock is to keep its interior coated. Something tells her that this rock may or may not shatter sometime soon.
The silent girl rubs at her eyes, the dark circle further mending as she hadn't slept in days. She's positive that her death is coming sooner due to her carelessness, but [Name] doesn't find herself in the right position to find it a matter. All she cares about is closing off her final days in a victorious battle.
[Name] has been patrolling all day due to work studies, her plan came to a success, as Midoriya's concern painted a mirror view canvas of clear pain to Nighteye, allowing him to request on the issue.
At night, she sneaks out at ten without attracting attention, pouncing from her balcony. She moves along the shadows, strolling without capturing suspicion before making it into the dungeon of envy and disguist.
With this knowledge, the female has been terrifyingly busy, her schedule written in a big clump of black expo marker. Perhaps this has caught the attention of few observant folks enlarging her class, and by that, perhaps all have taken count of her state.
Without minding this, she had only met with Overhaul minutes ago, perhaps twenty, and he had scolded her throughout all of it. The female couldn't determine the aching issue of it all, which may be because she wanted that, and because she's too stuck in the fanthom that he fell for her dynasty of a trick.
