❝𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞❞
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╰┈➤ 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 Hikari Mitsumori, a girl who struggles to shine in the shadow of her powerful family, finds herself drawn to a boy whose indifference concea...
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Hikari sat cross-legged on her bed, her notes sprawled across the duvet like scattered thoughts—a whirlwind of diagrams and strategies, each scribble a desperate attempt to find some control over her Quirk.
The room was quiet, the soft hum of the evening settling around her, broken only by the occasional rustle of wind outside.
With every gust, her heart raced a little faster, a drumbeat of nervous anticipation.
"What if I don't fit in? What if I'm not good enough?" The questions gnawed at her, coiling around her mind like a vine, constricting her thoughts until it was hard to breathe.
She glanced at the clock—9:30 PM—realizing that tomorrow was more than just another day; it was the beginning of everything she had worked for.
Her first day at U.A., the #1 ranked high school for heroics and the top Hero Academy in Japan.
She had spent so long preparing for this moment, but now that it was here, all she felt was doubt.
The fear of failing, of being outclassed, pressed down on her chest like a weight. It made her want to reach out, to find some kind of reassurance, and conveniently, the only person she knew who'd be at U.A. tomorrow besides her brother was already in her contact list.
With a deep breath, Hikari picked up her phone, her thumb hovering over the screen. She hesitated, biting her lower lip.
The thought of reaching out to Todoroki sent a jolt of anxiety through her. What if he didn't want to talk? What if he thought it was weird?
They weren't exactly friends—more like acquaintances who happened to have had an interaction when they were kids. But she quickly shook off the doubts, steeling herself. She wasn't going to get anywhere by overthinking.
Gathering her resolve, she typed a message, her fingers trembling slightly over the glass.
• H.M Hey, Todoroki. Are you ready for tomorrow? • 9:33 PM
The moment she pressed send, her stomach twisted with a mix of nerves and regret. Had that been too casual? Too eager? What if he didn't even reply?
She set the phone down on her bedside table, her heart pounding in her chest.
It was strange; she'd never been the kind of person to text first, especially not a guy. But something about tomorrow—the uncertainty, the anxiety—made her crave the comfort of familiarity, even if it was just a short conversation.
Seconds stretched into minutes, each one feeling like an eternity. Her mind ran wild with worst-case scenarios. What if he left her on read? What if he thought she was being a bother?
