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THE empty room is completely silent. for the first time in a while, my mind is completely silent. no little voices to nag at me or tell me their stories. not that i mind of course but some peace and quiet once in a while is greatly appreciated. i bring my legs up onto the bench into a crossed position and let my heavy eyelids shut.
i sit there, soaking up the silence for just a little while longer before i have to go out in front of thousands of people. their voices ringing in my future is something that sends chills down my spine.
just let me soak in the silence for just a few more minutes.
"konomiii? are you there?" a familiar voice sounds as if it was miles away from me. that was until i finally opened my eyes to find someone standing right in my face. a gasp leapt from my soul as i was startled into a near coma off the bench and onto the concrete floor.
"oh my god eiji you scared the absolute shit out of me! i didn't even hear you come in i'm sorry." i grip at the blue and white gym shirt i was given hoping to find my heart was still in my chest.
a sorry expression spread across eiji's face for a mere second before his face scrunches up. he tries to suppress the smile that was begging its way onto his lips and tears the threatened to spill from his eyes.
i cross my arms and gave him a knowing nod. within a split second, his laughter fills the silence of the room i was soaking in just moments ago.
i would rather have his laughter fill the room than anything else.
i can't be mad at the guy too long, not with that happy of a smile on his face. before i know it, i find myself mirroring the same laughter.
"i'm so sorry konomi i didn't mean to scare you like that. i knocked a couple of times i swear." the red head wipes the tears away from his eyes and i was doing the same. we both collect ourselves and kirishima lends out his hand to help me off the floor. without thinking i grab his hand in mine and regret soon set into my mind.
the strain on his face is evident as he pulls me up as quickly as he can. he pulls his hands away and instantly hides them behind his back.
i did it again.
"i'm so sorry eiji i wasn't even thinking! let me grab some of the burn cream." before i could turn to my bag behind me, he tugs on the fabric of my sleeve. when i turn around, he gives me that look he always does when i accidentally burn him.
"don't even worry about it! i guess that makes us even huh?" the guilt lingers in my stomach as i smile at him.
"you are going to do amazing out there ko! i'll be cheerin you on!" he gives me a big thumbs up and turns to make his way out into the hallway.
where him and thousands of other people are going to be looking at me. with how loud they were during the other two challenges, i might actually get some semblance of peace.
mindlessly, i touch the cool metal that cuffs around my wrists. i look down at the support items that i haven't taken off in nearly four years. the coolness they spread throughout my body is one reminiscent of a hot coal being placed onto the thick white blanket of snow.
i savor the cooling effect it spreads throughout my body letting a low sigh blow through my lips. the sound of present mic's booming voice brings me out of my dreamy state and collect myself.
i rush out of the quiet room, leaving the silence behind for the pungent reality i was about to be plunged into.
the nerves start building into my veins and i can practically feel the oxygen depleting my lungs. even from the dark shadows of the tunnel, i can hear their voices from above.
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"OUR NEXT MATCH UP IS GONNA BE A DOOZY SO YOU GUYS BETTER BE PAYIN ATTENTION TO THIS ONE!"
this guy sure knows how to project huh?
"WE HAVE HANTA SERO OF CLASS 1-A GOING AGAINST THE NEWEST MEMBER, MIYAMOTO KONOMI!"
i can hear the whispers from the stands of students and observers alike.
why is it that in this moment, even if they are helping me block out the voices in my mind, i would much rather hear them than the crowd?
as if i had called upon them myself without thinking, on came the familiar buzzing in the back of my mind. goosebumps fly up my spine to the nape of my neck as i take strides towards the mat.
even after so many years of training my quirk and the powers i am able to wield with them, the voices never seem to go away. no matter how loud i play the music or how many busy streets i find myself walking down, they are only suppressed for mere moments before returning. i tried to embrace them for a while, but then something happened.
the dark voice was something i found comforting at first.
until it wasn't anymore.
"uh you still there miyamoto?" a boys voice brings me back from my thoughts. i shake them off when i realize that i am already standing on the mat with my hands covering my ears.
i shake my head to try and forget the dark voice. his name is something i of course don't get the privilege of knowing.
suddenly remembering where i was, i hinge at the hips and take a deep bow in front of the black haired boy.
"i'm so sorry about that! i got lost in my thoughts there for a second i hope you can forgive me!" i'm absolutely mortified that i just stood there like a complete idiot.
"there's no need for that miyamoto. i just wanted to make sure you were well for our battle." his voice comes out cheery and full of genuine concern. when i come up from my position, i return the smile he sends to me.
"there's no need to worry about my well being hanta. best of luck to you!" with an agreeing nod between the both of us, we get into our stances and wait for the blast to begin.
with that, i knew that i had to put my best into the match to show that i deserve to be apart of the hero class.
