𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬

[38]

Two of hearts

38

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As Y/n stood on the sidelines, the world around her felt like it was crumbling, mirroring the chaos of the battle unfolding before her. Panic clutched at her throat like a vice, making it hard to breathe. The revelation that her father was Scorchrend shattered the foundation of her reality, leaving her mind in disarray.

Her surroundings blurred as she grappled with the weight of the truth. How many people knew about Scorchrend's identity? How long had this secret been concealed from her? The questions echoed in her mind, each reverberation intensifying the pain that gnawed at her core.

The buzzing of helicopters overhead and the distant struggles of All Might melded into a dissonant symphony, a cruel accompaniment to the tumult within her. Y/n felt lost, adrift in a sea of uncertainty, her world unravelling faster than she could comprehend. The helter-skelter of thoughts within her mind mirrored the chaos of the battle, leaving her paralyzed with indecision.

The concrete reality crumbled, leaving her with an overwhelming sense of vulnerability. In her desperation, she sought an anchor, a semblance of control. In her anguish, she turned inward, grappling with the emotional tempest. Her mangled hands, once clenched at her sides, reached towards her head as if trying to physically contain the torrent of emotions within.

With each passing moment, the internal struggle manifested physically. Unbeknownst to her, her nails dug into her palms, a subconscious attempt to ground herself amid the chaos. She felt the sting of pain, a tangible reminder of the unravelling within.

Torn between the emotional maelstrom and the external turmoil, Y/n's breaths came in uneven intervals. Her eyes, usually filled with determination, now held a glint of despair. The burden of the newfound truth pressed upon her, threatening to extinguish the sparks of resilience within.

"ANYONE! PLEASE, HELP!"

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Y/n's ears perked up at the desperate cry for help. A woman's voice pierced through the tumult, drawing Y/n's frantic attention. With wide eyes, she scanned the debris-strewn area until her gaze locked onto a figure pinned beneath the rubble.

Without a moment's hesitation, Y/n sprinted toward the source of the distress, her senses heightened by the urgency of the situation. Deftly navigating through the airborne hazards of splintered concrete and shattered glass, she zigzagged with an agility borne from necessity.

As Y/n closed the distance, the woman trapped under the rubble came into clearer view. Dust-covered and battered, she lay helpless beneath the weight of debris. Y/n's heart pounded in her chest, fuelled by the adrenaline of the moment.

Upon reaching the trapped woman, Y/n assessed the situation. The woman, clearly in pain, pleaded for assistance, her words laced with desperation. "I can't feel my legs," she whimpered, eyes filled with a mix of pain and fear.

Y/n took a deep breath, suppressing the overwhelming surge of her own emotions. Her broken fingers throbbed, a constant reminder of her physical limitations. The realization struck that she couldn't lift the debris barring the woman's escape, but she refused to abandon her in this dire moment.

Y/n knelt beside the trapped woman, her hands hovering over the debris that held her captive. The urgency of the situation gnawed at her, her broken fingers a painful reminder of her own limitations. Despite the physical hindrance, she refused to abandon the woman in her time of need.

With a deep breath, Y/n attempted to lift the rubble, but the pain in her fingers shot through her hands, forcing her to recoil. Panic threatened to engulf her, but she fought against it, knowing that showing fear would only exacerbate the woman's distress.