written by, @sokimiyum ⓘ
og: Kōhei Horikoshi ⓘ
status : ongoing ᝰ.ᐟ
" Talk to the countless me
who were created by misunderstandings "
⁺⑅ ' I'm more than the puny girl you deemed me to be..'
- Boku No Hero Academia
- fem!reader
- possi...
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── ˙ ̟WHITE SMOKE PUFFS OUT HER MOUTH, evaporating into the nightly breeze. A long metallic pipe used for her to smoke, was placed onto a ceramic ashtray. Her long dainty finger fixed her shades and rested her arms onto the armrest. Though it's a cool night, the woman still insists on wearing a pair of comfortable shorts matching with striped sleepwear.
The cool breeze hits her porcelain white skin, making goosebumps appear. The darkness was outshined by the twinkling stars, gemstones of the universe. The moon was in it's full phase, shining down the earth of Musutafu. The atmosphere of that night was peaceful to one's mind, calming and full of sensation.
Completely contrasting on what's goes down in front of her very own eyes.
"Did I tell you to slack off already, E/N? Haven't right? Then do not, stop until my words were spewed," the woman hissed, holding put the wine glass that was filled half full. She took a sip of it, a sinister smirk made onto her lips.
Her untouched and clean appearance were distinct to Y/N's disheveled bloodied self.
With her hair messy, face was full of bruises and dried bloods from a session alone. A single trail of blood bleed from her nostril, wiping it with her limping and cramped hand, making it smeared across her face to her cheek.
Y/N grunted as she tried to lift herself up from laying on the grassy ground, yet failed miserably, solely because of the overwhelming pain she had to bear. Strings of curses slipped out from her cracked, already bleeding lips. She took the matters on her own hand, not wanting to look foolish, she gave into the pain and lift herself up nonetheless.
Few hisses and grunts were let out, she managed to stand on both feet, though limping and unable to keep herself stable. Her chest heaved up and down, shortness of breath in result of ruthless and restless session caught up to her. The sight itself could make one's heart wrench, pity and sympathy would be felt by oneself.
Yet, words spoken and described would be useless to apply them onto this woman. Even a carnivore would feel a bit of sympathy seeing her state. Not with her. Uninterested were obvious on her face, unimpressed by Y/N pitiful figure. Only moving her head as she rests her chin onto the back of her palm, no reassurance or, "are you okay?" out of her pesky mouth.
It doesn't take a genius to understand how much empathy this woman has. This demeanor of hers has always ticked Y/N's off. Her expression and lack of empathy were always visible, not bothered to cover it in the slightest. Y/N knows it.
That's how she always interprets what she's like behind those dark tinted glasses of hers. Whilst she's still holding in her pain from her aching ribcage, the woman only sat and enjoying the show that Y/N puts on. Y/N's half-lidded eyes continued to sharpened onto the woman.
