Fucking Fates | My Hero Academia [1]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚘: 𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎

𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎

Eyes blinking back to reality, staring at the ceiling. A ceiling she knew so well. She must have accidentally fallen asleep with a blink of an eye. Sitting up, her soft black satin duvet falling downwards bunching around her waist.

Exhaling heavily, she throws the blanket off of her and slips out of bed, her feet bare feeling the coldness of the wood. Her quirk must have been overused to the point of falling asleep. She had a habit of sleepwalking. Acting conscious when she was not. A habit she had learned when she was much younger...as young as she could remember.

Her raven too also had a habit of helping her maneuver by the usage of shadows. Now that didn't strain her on her quirk. Unlocking the cage of her raven's home. A place where it slept and liked to be confided in when it wanted to.

Her bird, that raven had always been stuck to her side when she most needed it, in the end that bird was her greatest gift. Drawing the curtains back, she cursed loudly seeing as the sunlight finally trickled into the room bringing light to it. Opening the window, her raven awoke hearing it. Tilting its head, Lysandra moves off towards her wardrobe waiting until her bird fully wakes up.

Pulling out her school uniform, she folds it over her arm. Her eyes shooting up to the raven who was staring all too eagerly. Whistling. The bird shoots a glare, growing a little more than impatient. A small genuine smile breaks through her lips. A foreign thing for others but her bird to see. "Go, Faera," she states.

Then her raven—Faera takes flight, flying out of the window. Coming in after her, Lysandra shuts the window, not letting the cold morning air enter. Plus her bird knows that she'd let her in soon enough using a different window.

Pushing the door outwards, she quickly enters the restroom to take a shower which didn't take long as it normally does. This morning her and her twin weren't going to train. Normally they would have but considering what Lysandra had come to do—their father had ordered them to not to.

Stepping out, she places her clothes into a hamper and heads into the kitchen from there she opens the window and goes to make herself toast. Nyra must have left earlier in the morning than the previous day. Work calls.

Tapping her finger against her bicep she closes her eyes waiting for the toaster to pop. Floors creaking, she heard a gruff rough voice speaking up, "Train again? I thought I told you not to after—"

Peeling her eyes open, her eyes slid into the man that had helped create her. A man with black sets of eyes that she hadn't possessed. No. She had her mother's eyes, a white silver kind of eyes. As for his hair, she had it. The black. It was the top half of her head, the bottom half a dark bright purple—currently it was up in a ponytail. "We didn't," Lysandra corrects her biological father.

Her eyes examined the man and he was in his pro-hero outfit like normal. Keir Kamari, Knight. His quirk weapon summoning. The only setback was that he could only summon sharp objects like swords and axes. However it didn't come from him but rather his snake, Raden. Now Raden was extremely large, a large ball python. Currently the snake was asleep, wrapped around his neck.

Scratching at his trimmed black beard that had some grays growing in here and there. Pop! Lysandra moves towards the toaster and plops her toast onto a plate, replacing the once bread with her sister's favorite pop tart, cookies and cream.

"Then why were you just closing your eyes?" Keir asks his daughter, rummaging through the stainless steel fridge.

Lysandra answers, buttering her toast, "Force of habit, I guess." Making sure to cut the crust. For some reason she didn't like them. Hated the crust. As for her twin sister, she loved it. "Did Nyra tell you what happened yesterday?" She asks, taking a bite.