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𝟯𝟯 | 𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘙 𝘋𝘐𝘈𝘙𝘠

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐘,

It wasn't too hard running away from the city's blaring alarms and lights. Shigaraki made a good distraction, and his striking persona already had an infamous ranking. I and Touya were almost invincible to these heroes, too focused on taking Mr. Handsy down.

And I'm really glad it was so.

I have a faint memory of that night, but I know that he lifted me in his arms and carried me away, and then treated me so gently like no other.

I remember how he lifted me into his arms, and it felt like vanilla flavoured poetry—a daughter of a peasant and a knight in shining armor carrying her away from the dangers of the world. My body stung but touching his gave me a sense of relief all over.

He fled from the scene as soon as possible whilst making sure I was atleast comfortable. And then he tended to my wounds, palms and fingertips that were rough—felt so soft against my skin.

I was still recovering though. The scar drove up from my bicep to the back of my ear fully, I knew it wasn't going to be the same anymore. Everytime I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed how much I've grown.

Eventually I had to get my hair trimmed (if ur hair is already short pls pretend sorry💔) and I was a completely new person.

Just like my partner in crime, my face fell off the surface of the earth.

And I bear scars just as he does; though it is quite depressing, I felt comforted knowing I'd have someone to relate to, despite his condition being far worser than mine.

I do miss my old home, my mom, everyone else—not like I had a lot, but I did have a forever. They don't know that I'm still alive or anything, and I'm probably presumed dead. It's not like I can walk back into my hometown, plus Touya would have to come along.

He and I were like targets for the rest of the league.

I admit this was not in my bucket list, and it was one hell of a ride. Though this whole time, I didn't know what to feel about Touya.

I mean- he ran away, just like that. I still feel pretty resentful that he never told me, sucks ass and all that. But it'd be nice to know that he was sticking around this whole time. He always finds a new way to confuse me and I hate it. Sometimes I'd have dreams where Touya stayed and didn't leave and then we grew up together—what would have happened then?

Would he be the dad of the little trio friend group we have? Or would he be like that uncle? Would we three have gotten along?

But there's literally no use thinking about that, it didn't happen anyway.

I'm currently in the process of recovery, and my muscles hurt damn. My right arm is completely useless, and I don't even know how I'm writing with my left hand; I feel like I'm doing the impossible. But there's nothing to do here, Touya never lets me get up and do anything around the cabin.

It's been a while since I picked up a pencil, I don't even remember the last time I studied or wrote this much.

We're in some place near the beach, but it's really secluded. So looking outside is like my personal TV. Sometimes if I was in a energetic mood, I'd get out and sit just a few meters away from the shore—but I'd be wrapped in bandages like a mummy. Touya would be generous enough to leave a spot for my eyes so I can actually see.

Kinda sucked but I still couldn't beat him up.

Man, speaking of that guy and his bandages; he doesn't get off my back, he's always around me like some surveillance camera. Hes always stuck to my hip every second of the day, and if he wasn't he'd always try to come back to the spot next to mine as soon as possible.