𝓘𝓷 𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀, 𝓘 𝓕𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓶

∞•§ Restart, Reweaving the Threads of Fate §•∞

"Dorms?" [Name] asked, placing her pointer finger on her chin. "I see... are they those kinds of compartments where they attach tubes to you, and–"

Midoriya had slapped his hand over her mouth, unable to imagine the amount of pain [Name] went through by how dense and casually she spoke about confinement and being tested on.

"N-No, far from it! It's those types where you can furnish your own personal room, and you live with your friends!" he said, removing his hands.

"Live... with my friends?" [Name] echoed, her eyes sparkling as Midoriya sweatdropped. Seriously, just how much trauma did this girl have to sparkle at the simple mention of living with her friends?!

"Yeah... live with us!" he confirmed, [Name] crushing him with her hug that followed almost immediately after.

"Hehe, I never thought I'd get to live with my friends!" the girl cheered, her sentence rubbing Midoriya the wrong way, especially the word the accentuation was placed on.

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[Name] walked into her dorm as she breathed in the scent of books (which were, for some reason, in the room).

'I just know how to decorate it!!'

Smiling proudly, [Name] wiped the sweat off her forehead. She'd arranged her furnishings into a semi-cottagecore vibe, with a fluffy bed on the very right of the room, curtain lights strung over the doorway, glowing like fireflies.

Her desk was the basic wooden one, but it was paired with a matcha-green ergonomic chair. On the desk was a rectangular bonsai pot, placed in the center of the edge of the table that was touching the wall.

Other things included a cylindrical bamboo lamp, placed at the left corner of the table, and some other accessories lined the outer rim. A writing pad was placed neatly on a mini easel display, in case of any split-second notes, either from Kafka or studies.

On the bed were three silk square pillows, donning a leafy color. Beanbags were placed lazily right in front of the window, and at the foot of the bed.

The blue curtains stuck out like a sore thumb, but provided a nice pop of color. Right next to the doorway was a drawer. In the drawer were various snacks of sorts that Kafka had sent [Name], to which [Name] gladly accepted. One of them included Oak Cake Rolls, which were her favorite.

The taste wasn't your typical 'tasty'. It brought the scent of nature, coupled with the refreshing softness of the cake, and the slightly bitter yet still sweet taste, and it left an enduring aftertaste, similar to black tea.

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Night fell, and [Name] swung her legs back and forth, sitting on the back pillows of the couch, kicking Mineta on the head harshly each time she swung her legs (an accident happened where Mineta saw [Name] bare).

'Kafka's treating me really well... I'll have to repay her someday.' [Name] hummed as her headphones were strapped tightly around her head, blasting 'Hope Is the Thing With Feathers' by Robin, again, courtesy of Kafka.

"Let's do a dorm contest!" Mina suddenly piped up, making [Name] sweatdrop nervously.

"U-Uhm..."

"Sure!!"

"Let's do it!"

"Yeah!"

[Name] sighed, knowing she wouldn't be getting out of this one anytime soon. She slinked into the hallway, taping a note that read 'I'm going away for a bit, don't worry. Feel free to check my room as you wish. Please don't touch anything that's on the private side!' on her door.

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While everyone was excitedly chattering about, [Name] barely managed to slip under her classmates' radar, leaping out of an open window and transforming into her mech armor mid-air. Soaring through the air, doing twirls and feeling the cold air through her armor, [Name] breathed in the scent of life.

Landing on the rooftop, [Name] kneeled down, staring at the stars in the sky, the breeze tickling her skin.

She cried. The freedom, the chance of being able to stay and live together with her friends, even with all the conflicts. To experience life as a human being, despite her setbacks. She knew where her fate lay, but to be able to still obtain moments like these, she cherished them dearly.

"Let my heart bravely spread its wings, soaring past the night, to trace the primal light..." [Name] hummed softly as tears were endlessly streaking down her face. Of joy, of previous pain, of freedom, of a second chance.

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[Name] ended up returning to her room at three in the morning, with a slip of paper taped to her door writing: 'You won the contest, thanks to the snacks we found in your drawers. Your room is really pretty though, it has a cozy hangout vibe. Hope to visit again! ~Class 1-A'

The girl smiled, walking into her room.

Her fate blossomed further that night, as [Name] remained oblivious to the change.

{A/N: I am so sorry but everybody in the Provisional Exam is screwed. I checked VS. Battles wiki, and can confidently say that oh boy HSR and MHA are lightyears away from each other in terms of power. Firefly/Reader destroyed a planet (478 yottatons of TNT), while MHA's highest feat being Intercontinental Cruise's Punch (8.67 teratons of TNT). RIP the MHA verse. Anyway, short chapter 'cause this technically counts as filler~}