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: light descriptions of gore (used as a metaphor, as always,) & mentions of mental instability, canon-typical violence.
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— GALES OF WIND played the outside trees like instruments, the afternoon breeze dancing about and bringing leaves of viridian to sway in a graceful rhythm. with each passing gust, branches flickered in and out of the thin shard of sunlight that shined through the gap in my curtains, pushing the star's warmth to dance along my eyelids. the sun was unrelenting, searing my skin for just a moment too long and dragging out an awakened flutter from my lashes.
my vision slowly adjusted to my surroundings, consciousness just barely catching up to speed when a thundering headache crashed down upon my skull like a sledgehammer and overwhelmed me with its audacious presence.
dryness prickled my skin like i'd been in a slumber for weeks on end, the acrid scent of smoke being the only thing to greet me. lingering in my nostrils and refusing to relent, i brought up a hand and dug my knuckle into the inner corner of my eye, pushing out the sleep in an attempt to shake away the dullness in my head.
upon letting my vision clear to my dorm room, i'd found myself laid motionless atop the blankets of my bed as if i'd made no attempt to tuck myself in the night before, with the hugging dress and itchy tights still clinging to my body as they did the day prior. the heels that had clicked against the conference building's tile floors had been thrown off to opposite sides of my room, turned on their sides, just as they were when i kicked them off.
it wasn't long before my attention flitted to my nightstand, where an ashtray stood full and likely the cause for the scent wafting around my dorm room.
gross. should've emptied that.
said nightstand also housed my phone, which buzzed with such a ferocity of texts that i would've thought someone had died or run away — that was, if i cared enough at the moment to think about that.
no — i do care, i do. though it was increasingly hard to tell that to myself as my phone buzzed with another notification, and another.
i should silence it.
with a groan of frustration, i turned my wrists to force the pads of my fingertips deeper into my temples, pushing like that alone was enough to force the assaulting headache away from my brain.
the strength i once had was drained, energy sapped from my limbs. it took several moments before i could will myself to sit up, and then another moment of mental preparation just to work up the courage to swing my legs over the edge of the bed. my body screamed in protest of the movements, sharp pierces of pain striking through each muscle with the unnatural stretch and compress.
