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09

˚ 𝜗𝜚˚chapter 09 : can you handle me?⋆｡☆

(before proceeding, do read the hearty note of mine: this chapter will include almost gory-like scenes for the sake of my storyline. Yes, there will be changes to what's supposed to happened. I deeply apologize if you're not as the same page as me with the process of this book. do read with this in mind. humbly, sokimiyum.)

── ˙ ̟ BY THE GOD, WHAT WENT FUCKING WRONG? All she wanted was proving her very best, for All Might to notice how well controlled she really is.

It's as if, God forbid, the world wanted to crush her down. It's all hell breaks loose. It was supposed to be a normal day, with almost normal-like activity. You know what they're supposed to do? A Trial of a fucking Rescue - that's what. But no, instead, she's gasping out for the sudden limited air, hiding herself behind a thrown large block. What the fuck went wrong? It was going well. She gripped her already messy hair hard, trying to find her way out while on the verge of death, gasping for air and constantly jabbing herself with needles to rush in energizers into her veins.

It felt too much for her, definitely too much. She has never felt so much of adrenaline before, it rushes too fast. Her mind was full of endless loop of thoughts, where is Katsuki? Is Kirishima okay? Will Mina be safe? After the uninvited appearance of those villains, everyone were split to different location around the compound of the joint. Luckily enough, she was transported along with Katsuki and Kirishima. At the same time, it's bad. She has no idea where Mina was transported. Mina's not a baby, nonetheless, the worry over her friend's wellbeing is eating her inside out. She couldn't let the close demise of Mina and 2 other girls being confronted by a mere wannabe of a villain during their middle school years. Mina may not thought it as a close demise but to her, it would've been better if she was there, in front of her.

The flashback made her face fell into the palm of her hands, trying to get herself together. It felt too much for her, pieces of her costume were ripped, though small, it did discourages her a bit. It scares her, the failure and instant death of being not fast enough to block and dodge the attack, scares her. Streaming tears trailed down her calloused cheek, trying to stop the shaking of her body. Why is she crying? Didn't she swore to herself not to? It's stupid. Stop it, Y/N. Wiping the still streaming tears off her face, she took in ragged breaths, getting herself up using the stuck out iron from the ripped block of a building. She slicked her hair back with her hands, trying to clam herself down and get a better view of anything she needs to see.

Oh and how she wishes she wasn't so deep into her fucking dilemma. The gut wrenching view of All Might being bent backwards by one hell of artificial abomination Nomu, already made her racing heart sunk deep into her stomach. It gagged her of how much is happening. Bloods were everywhere, painting the brown floor, glistening still. The blood spewing out of All Might's mouth down to his broken jaw. It was clear it did, by how dislocated and how unnatural the jaw looked. It shook her body once more, weakening her knees as it was unable to support the heavy fear in her body. Her eyes made contact with All Might's, seeing the white of his eyes turning more and more visible by the result of the immense grip of Nomu's claws digging deep into his ribs. It's unsettling how much she can see and hear. It's not about how the white shirt All Might wore seeping the bloods of his ribs, not at how much she can hear the unhinged mumbling of words of the handful villain spewed, no. But at how unnatural his body slowly contorting by the hefty arms of the abomination, at how it's so audible the sound of his ribs breaking piece by piece.