Fucking Fates | My Hero Academia [1]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 𝙴𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

𝙴𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

Walking through the water, Asui holding Mineta up, Lysandra kept her bird underneath her cloak away from the water. Her mind reeling with a bunch of thoughts. Could she have gotten out of there by herself? She wasn't a suited fighter in the water and all of them had water-based quirks. How was she supposed to defeat them? When she couldn't even fight them.

You disappoint me. Both of their voices fill her head, overlapping one another. Filling her body with lingering pain. Her arms ached instantly. Looking down at her arms she twists and turns them recalling every time she had disappointed them with her actions. Now of course in her school uniform she would wear a tight black turtleneck underneath it. To her surprise Iida hadn't once commented on it, her guess, he had guessed that she was overly sensitive. That much was true. Her skin was sensitive but not to the air or such fabric but rather by physical touch.

She had touched someone. Had held a short teenage boy in her arms but immediately let him go as soon as they landed on the ground. She could feel his skin as if it was pure sharpness dragging against her. Feel as her fingers clenched tightly and held her there stuck in such a painful paralyzed state.

Her chest rose and fell with each breath she tried taking to calm her racing heart. The words of everyone leaving her mind. She was supposed to get over touching others but this was the outcome of that. The panicked vulnerable state. A state where she was beginning to breathe hard and harder. Where the air in her lungs didn't seem enough but burned altogether.

Lysandra's body tensed and relaxed yet became such repetitive things: a story of constantly dancing muscles that couldn't stop, won't stop. Her mind blanking as the only thing that came knocking to it was her early childhood, the one thing she could truly fully remember vividly. That blade. Her skin. Blood. Pain. Screams. Laughter.

Eyes of silver slipping down to the bareness of her palms not realizing that Faera had transferred herself to Midoriya's shoulder —careful on not stabbing him with her claws.— That bareness alone became faint and all she could see was the trickling drips of crimson red that had poured down her arms, that had left another's body.

The water beneath her had stopped sloshing as she stopped moving. Stunned and stilled. Shots ringing through her ears. Shots that meant her sister was fighting. Fighting to help Aizawa. Fighting to stop the swarm of villains. Fighting so she could live to see another day. Another day unlike the one that was taken far too soon.

Lost innocence. Hospital. Pain. Remembrance. Freak. Lost of breath. Pain of chest.

Mind games.

These were all mind games. Her mind was tricking her into feeling such fear when they weren't around.

Another shot rang through her ears. Her sister. Her twin. Her brother. Her father. Blinking, she finally looks up to see what was right in front of her.

There was Nyra in the middle of the fight. When had she gotten there? When she had been warped out of there did she jump into the fight to assist Easerhead. She wasn't using her sniper but instead of twin hand-held guns. She wasn't built to fight head on but rather to fight stealthily and purely hidden.

Always better at hide-n-seek cause she could never be found by anyone. Unless Lysandra was seeking her. They had played that game when Lysandra had finally gotten out of the hospital and the reporters and paparizza's had bombarded her and Keir. Maren had come up with the idea to get her to talk more. Each one of them had seeked at least once. Maren had lost by only finding Leonarda whilst Lysandra and Nyra won by finding all.