Fucking Fates | My Hero Academia [1]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗: 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚔

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚔

Police officers sat outside of her hospital room.

It was still so strange to move without so much lingering pain infecting that part of her ability.

They had no leads. Nothing. The other participant in this crime had already given her story, a story that she fully shared. The other, her, now she was silently staring watching how they ticked. The officer had bounced his leg throughout the duration of the entire interview.

Heat rising in the room. Warming her to a far normal temperature. A temperature that everyone had felt in the summer but her.

Still staring at her hands, how her fingers closed into a fist. How she felt her calloused hands wrapping itself over. Skin on skin. But it wasn't anyone's skin on her, it was hers. This was her own. A stretchy skin that covered her entire body, this skin that could not cause her harm.

"You're Kamari, correct." She hadn't reacted to that name at all. That name felt foreign to her. "Keres?" He corrects himself. Seeing her head lift up leveling with his eyes.

Pulling dragging a chair against the ground. Lysandra was on high alert. Settling himself down on it, he watches her for second after seconds. Feeling the room. Feeling how she'd react and respond. "Do you talk?" He questioned, harshly, bitterly. As if he held hatred of his own.

Silver eyes never strayed from him, never pulled themselves away. Lips never move, never falling open. She had refused to scream.

Faera claws at her cage that sat at the end of the room. Finally tearing her stare away to stare at her abnormally small raven. It was smaller than the average one. Endeavor raises a dark bushy brow staring at the bird. "What's its name?"

Fluidly her hand moves, reaching to the front of her. Grasping a hold of a marker and notebook —her brother had left it behind before he had left for work— and called her memory of spelling, of words. It frustrated her to no end. How she couldn't work this out. She was a smart girl, why wasn't she smart in this? Why couldn't she be knowledgeable in this too?

Peering over he grabbed the pen besides her, seeing her frustration, he began spelling out the ABC's. She carefully watched as his hands moved, how he carefully articulated every letter by his effortless scratches.

She mindlessly followed his actions. Her hands fumbled as they shook aggressively. Compared to his writings, hers were none more than ineligible, horrible chicken scratches. Staring at it, she frowns.

"Circle the letter," Endeavor states.

Staring up at him, with so much confusion, he places the pen back down the paper, creating a circle within her horrible writing. "Just like that."

Oh....she knew how to do that. When she was five. Lifting the pen, she began circling the letters to Faera's name. Going over every letter in the order in which she had seen her name from. F. A. E. R. A, again.

"Fey-ruh?" He voices it out loud.

A nod leaves the girl, telling him he was correct.

"Do you want her with you?" He asks. Another nod. Moving towards the cage, he unlocks it and opens it up. Jumping out, the bird only falls onto the ground with a small thud. Examining the bird, the flame pro-hero noticed the small brace for the broken wing. Lowering himself to the ground, he picks up the bird with gentle hands and carries her over to the bed, placing her on the lap of the one who was abducted.