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: descriptions of violence and gore.
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— AIZAWA SCARCELY PAUSED to consider his actions before taking the hilt of the knife into his trembling grasp. with a white-knuckled grip, he planted the keen edge of the blade just above the bullet's scarlet path, digging the shining silver into his flesh as a flood of crimson began to pour to the ground.
then, with blurred eyes, our teacher sucked in a sharp breath and slinked it straight through.
the vicious gash split to the world in a mess of pink, scarlet, and round ivory; tantamount to an open carcass, exposed to eager flies as a sharp stench spiraled into the atmosphere. black fabric of aizawa's hero costume fell back with the weight of liquid soaking deep into each thread, his veins flooding in yellowish hues as they touched along the residual wall. splatting the knife's edge, the silver was too ravaged with the blood's thick ropes to gleam in the sunlight.
it only took half a second for shigaraki to escape ryukyu's grip, hand outstretched and clasping over the erasure hero's face. dirt-streaked nails dug deep into the thin skin, beads of vermillion pooling at crescent edges and dripping in a thick river down his thin fingers.
digging further into the flesh, aizawa's sight was obscured and his eyelids slowly fell to the blanket of adrenaline-shielded pain.
as soon as the villain's figure shined carmine with the renouncement of his restraints, scarlet energy spiraled around his bones, ripping him from aizawa's body. my hand shot back blindly as i crouched and supported myself with one hand on my knee, too fatigued to set a target for the villain's soar.
however, a rush of frost kissed the sweat from my face, and the three of us turned around to find shoto staring back.
"is he okay?!"
shigaraki dug his fingers into the glacier grown by shoto's hand, ice crumbling in his grasp as another blast of scarlet collided with his chest. body flying like a paper puppet against a gust of wind, the villain's journey was loosely controlled by the hand i pushed in front of me, tendrils of power curled around my trembling fingers.
a cough sent my body forward against my will, blood flooding my mouth like saliva as i parted my lips to heave the thick taste of iron onto the ground below. it poured from them like a river, thinning to a string of vermillion that continued to run from my throat and tie with beads of sweat that fell down my cheek.
sucking in a breath, i spat out clotted blood with a bellicose stare and stood back up.
shigaraki's carmine eyes stared lifelessly ahead, stood in the midst of the wreckage as my eyes flitted upon the battlefield. endeavor leaned helplessly against the block of shoto's ice, mist drifting from his flame-danced skin as he coughed to drag air into his lungs.
