╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 ━━ ❝All these worries about villains and heroes... about quirks and the quirkless... when they should be worried about something far worse... me.❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you, the once powerful and feared Control Devil, find your...
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The shrill blare of your alarm ripped through the pre-dawn silence, jolting you awake.
Groaning internally, you swatted at the offending clock, silencing its insistent screeches. Sunlight, still faint but determined, peeked through the blinds, casting long shadows across your room.
With a practiced sigh, you threw back the covers and swung your legs over the edge of the bed.
Stretching out the kinks in your sleep-stiffened muscles, you made your way to the bathroom, the familiar routine already in motion.
A quick splash of cool water on your face washed away the remnants of sleep, momentarily pulling you back to reality. As you leaned closer to the mirror, a pair of gleaming yellow eyes stared back at you, their vibrancy a stark contrast to your dark morning hair.
For a fleeting second, a genuine smile tugged at the corners of your lips, a rare glimpse of the person you might have been under different circumstances. But it faded as quickly as it came, replaced by the practiced, overly sweet smile you reserved for the world.
The one that said 'approachable,' 'unassuming,' 'harmless.'
"Today's the starting point," you murmured to your reflection, your voice barely a whisper. A pause. Then, with a glint of steel flickering in your eyes, you added in a more determined tone, "Set. Match." With a predatory grin splitting your face, you turned away from the mirror, the mask firmly in place.
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A flurry of activity filled the air as you tore down the stairs, your backpack already slung over one shoulder.
The crisp morning air hit you like a slap as you burst into the kitchen, where a familiar scene unfolded.
Your father, clad in his usual worn pajamas, sat hunched over the breakfast table, a steaming cup of coffee cradled in his hands as he wrestled with the morning newspaper.
Across from him, your mother, her face a whirlwind of nervous excitement, was practically chattering his ear off.
"And then Mrs. Tanaka said..." her voice trailed off as you cleared your throat, announcing your presence with a simple, "Good morning."
Mei's head snapped up so fast it looked like it might go into orbit. A gasp escaped her lips, and in a flurry of motherly fuss, she scurried over to you.
"Oh, ____! You look so grown-up in your uniform!" she exclaimed, her voice reaching an octave higher than usual. "Just look at you, so prestigious! Come stand still, sweetie, let me get a picture!"
