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 threats & murder, mildly suggestive themes.
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— "LET'S GET THIS straight. he must've received the quirk from all for one about ten years ago. since that point, he and his family have been forced to act as pawns against their will."
the atmosphere in U.A.'s corridors had become saturated with tension, chilly air prickling at my crossed arms and freezing my libs stiff. countless lines of armed police entered, clad in tactical gear, their reflections dominating the floor-to-ceiling windows.
detective tsukauchi's voice carried over them, of course, weariness evident as he addressed the situation.
unlike what he'd previously been seen in, he wore a tucked-in button-down shirt, navy blue, with a black bulletproof vest over it. the pockets of the vest had been burdened with an assortment of heavy equipment, its backing marked with 'police' in bold, white letters. the discomfort was clear in how he shifted his weight on his feet, boots casting a dark shadow on the classroom's tile flooring. finally, clutched in his thickly-gloved hands was a plastic clipboard, the kind that could open up with compartment space inside.
"physically, he seems fine," tsukauchi observed, reading along the attached papers before sending a glance to all might, standing beside him. "at least he wasn't rigged to self-destruct the way lady nagant was."
the desks and chairs that once filled the room were now pushed to the front, stacked like a game of tetris against the wall. in the middle, a rectangle of vacant space stood for the whiteboard, displaying a call awaiting connection. each of the aoyamas had been seated in restraining chairs, facing the rest of the classroom — which was filled with the policemen in integration with our teachers (or rather, what remained of our teachers,) and our class.
"i never thought it would be a student." present mic murmured.
principal nezu's fur bristled as he turned, the officers parting behind him to open a view of class a, "i'm sorry, but i must ask you, kids, to give us the room."
he was met with our firm opposition to his request, as always.
shoto scoffed, "like we'd walk away from this."
"it just doesn't make any sense."
"if hagakure hadn't stumbled on you today, what would you have done for him next?" ojiro asked our restrained classmate with horror-struck eyes, letting the girl in question grasp tightly onto his hand.
"i don't believe it..."
"yeah, man! say it isn't true!"
"did he brainwash you, or something?" mineta said frantically, "come on, you must've not known what you were doing!"
