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...
content warnings: mentioned death, past injury, & descriptions of smoking.
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- SCARLET PAINT BLED through the layers of dirtied cardboard signs, color long since dampened by tokyo's vigorous rain pour. boards that protestors once held high in their fervor were now reduced to nothing more than trash, discarded uselessly to the sidewalks.
dark clouds cast a lingering miasma over the city, the torrential downpour and raging storms relentlessly ripping through its less-than-thriving greenery. as a curtain of rain battered the face of the spacious conference building, countless reporters and journalists found themselves fighting through the rapids in strained attempts to be the first ones inside.
through the array of lavishly carpeted office suites, the conference building's main hall was of the same opulent standard.
the soaring room could have accommodated hundreds of occupants all at once, looming with the glaring fluorescent lights that adorned the high-rising ceilings, and expansive glass partitions stretching to each corner. a long table of zelkova wood stood at the end of the hall, its chairs placed according to rank and merit for the respective speaking heroes.
to the right was a line of similar cushioned chairs reserved for other accompanying personnel, seats up against the wall to maintain discretion during the live broadcast. finally, stretching directly opposite the main table was an area of at least fifty rows of plastic chairs, where reporters and paparazzi filed in and engaged in hushed whispers as they argued over who would secure the best seats.
my gaze wandered along the multitude of unfamiliar faces as i lowered into my cushioned chair, one leg crossed over the other with my hands clasping tightly in my lap.
astraeus was seated to my left, burnin to my right, the two sidekicks dressed in surprisingly formal attire. meanwhile, my midnight-colored dress hugged my physique like a second skin, adorned with lengthy sleeves that touched my knuckles and uncomfortably concealed the bandages wrapped about my body.
"how long until we get this thing started?" burnin grumbled, sinking into her seat and impatiently crossing her arms, "only been here for five minutes 'n i already wanna go back."
astraeus hummed in acknowledgment, too focused on the journalists to make a snarky reply, "not long. they should be coming out soon."
my jaw clenched upon our eyes locking onto the same pair of reporters, their words irritatingly loud in continuously spouting lies regarding the death of my brother. it wasn't long until was no longer strong enough to stare, instead focusing on the storm as thunder clapped and rain pitter-pattered at the window behind me.
