(adj.) exhausted, half-dead
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip, splash, splash.
Splash, drip.
Splash.
There she lies, a solemn girl in a black dress. One that a child might've worn if it was colourful. Her face, soaking wet from the rain and perhaps her own tears. She lay there in the drenched clothes that are no longer able to collect any more water, quite like the girl herself, as she is no longer able to feel sadness or despair. Hibiki Masami
The silent alleyway is soon filled with noise other than the cool rain.
"How much longer are you gonna keep this up?" A tall man with large eyebags who appears to be homeless, except he most likely has more money than those who don't share his profession.
"..."
"UA has a spot for you this year, Nezu says you don't have to do the entrance exam."
"Why?... I know he's only doing this because he feels guilty."
He sighs, "Look, I can't change what happened in the past, but I can help change your perspective on us."
Hibiki kissed her teeth. "Fine, I'll entertain your heartstrings."
"Good to hear"
Splash.
Drip, splash, splash.
Drip, drip.
Drip.
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Hibiki awakes to the warm embrace of the sun above, her dress is wet yet the sky is dry.
She gets up with her soft hands, leaving the concrete where she once lay damp, and doesn't hesitate to walk out of the alleyway.
As she walks along the sidewalk, she receives obvious stares and whispers in return for her drenched, morbid appearance along with her extremely thin figure.
Eventually, she appears in front of one of UA's many entrances. She walks through, fearless of the security measures, knowing she'll be granted entrance. There aren't any UA students on campus due to it being a Sunday. She makes her way to Nezu's office. The image of her gracefully walking into his office and taking a seat left him dazed, to say the least. For him, it felt as if he had won a lifelong battle.
"I... I can't believe you actually came, Ms. Masami!" Nezu made a mental note to add a bonus to Aizawa's salary later on.
...
To say the current scene was awkward and tense was an understatement.
Nezu laughs awkwardly. But Hibiki could tell his palms were sweating. This was one of the perks of her quirk, she could identify the disorder in others. Though she hated this, she believed it made life too predictable.
"I only came so I could tell you in person to leave me alone."
"That isn't advisable Ms. Masami"
Hibiki was more than pressed at this idea. "Look, I haven't done anything to owe you. You taking the blame wasn't my idea."
Nezu looked sad for a moment but it didn't last for long. "I'll turn you in if you become one of the top 10 heroes."
..
"Fine." This was a choice Hibiki immediately regretted once Nezu handed her a uniform that somehow had the right measurements.
Hibiki exited Nezu's office and walked farther onto a hallway far from any classroom. She took off her dress and shoes and put on the uniform that would warrant recognition anywhere she went.
She then proceeded to the teacher's lounge where she would put her original clothes neatly on Aizawa's desk.
In fact, she was headed to his class right now. How she knew that exact class was her registered class? Woman's intuition one could say... or just common sense. Aizawa convinced Hibiki to attend UA, it was only natural that Nezu would put her in his class.
She finally reached the enlarged door with "1-A" written in big white letters for everyone to see. Hibiki paused before she opened the door.
Wearing the uniform and being on UA property was already convincing enough for her to just end it all there. She wanted to throw up till her throat bled. She was more than disgusted with herself. The only thing keeping her from burning the school down was the guilt and the deal.
She toughened up though, she was going to get through this whether she liked it or not.
She opened the door with a firm grip on the handle. She made a beeline straight for the desk farthest from the door. She got as comfortable as she could in such a place and rested her head on the desk. She turned off the world for a moment.
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ALAMORT
Fanfiction(adj.) exhausted, half-dead Hibiki Masami. A girl who grew up loathing hero society. She's a free spirit when it comes to life, she doesn't believe anything happens for a reason. perhaps we were concieved for the sole purpose of dying? !!has not bee...
