𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 ❖ MY HERO ACADEMIA

chapter 79 - the name komi means forever young

4:08pm, where bliss no longer is a word,

He was there.
Held by the disgusting hands of a Nomu. The filthy, putrid hands of a grotesque beast that shouldn't even be living, and his head was clutched up in the hands of one.

When Komi ran towards him, there was nothing anyone could even try to do. It was like a surge of power had been given to Komi and she was off running like there was no pain to her at all. Like there was nothing on Earth that could even try to stop her. No hero or villain or even any natural effect of Earth could try to stop her.

Being held by a fistful of his hair -hair that Komi cut for him when it got too long, hair that she would watch him try to keep even every single day, hair that split from apart from a busy crowd. The Nomu had her brother and Komi no longer held on to the idea that her mother was it's body. In this moment, the Nomu simply just became a thing rather than the Nomu Mother. 
Before, Komi told herself that she had to get over that whole thing. And now, it was like it was the easiest thing in the world.

The sob-story ended, the yearning ended. The second thoughts, the doubts, the mourn. That all ended. The only thing Komi cared about was if that was truly Shoto in it's mutilated hands.

As Komi got close, and the Nomu smiled at her appearance, Komi reached out with gentle hands to take Shoto's head from the disease into her own hands. And as her gentle body returned to the ground, safely securing the head within her arms and holding it close to her heart, she turned that gentleness into violence like the flick of a switch, dropping to the ground and kicking the Nomu's leg out from under it, letting it fall and throwing out a string of webs from the ground to it's head before Komi started to run again.

On the off chance Komi was able to get Shoto away from the Nomu, or even on the off chance that the Nomu would get up and follow, Komi had to find a place away from the class, meaning she was now having to be alone.
There had to be some kind of cheap, safe place on his mountain that Komi could just be at for a single moment.

She found it easily enough too, a half cave in the mountain that was really just a random curve that had naturally occurred. Komi nearly fell into at the beginning, still protecting Shoto and holding him close.

Shuffling back, and crawling into the curved wall of the mountain, Komi breathed in and out, feeling the heavy weight of the item within her hands.
Komi didn't want to look at it. She just wanted to know it was fake and move on, but how was she to do that if she didn't look. She was scared it was real.

Still, Komi turned her head down and lowered her knees, bringing fourth the head. With shaking hands, Komi felt the skin that felt freezing on one side and on the other it was barely warm, but it was getting cold. People die and turn cold... Komi pursed her lips and moved on.

Komi pushed back the red hair and took a look at the scar. The scar from his childhood that Komi can't remember how many times she had looked at to make sure it was healing. Komi looked back to the very same scar. The same rougher bit, the same more healed area.

The lower lip of Komi trembled, but she was breathing deeply enough to force it away.

There was a scar behind his ear, that was fainted away now, so Komi carefully moved the head and started to push the hair away as she peered at the ear.
Komi looked for the scar, and when she saw the very faded white line of the scar. A matching one to what Komi has on her own ear, the girl let out a single sob.

"Oh god..." Her face was twisting and her eyes were stinging.

Komi looked over his face, checking and checking. But there wasn't anything new nor anything missing. Komi opened his mouth, seeing one of his back molars were still chipped like it had been for ages. The feeling of his scar was still the same. Everything was the same, and the lump that was festering in the back of her throat was only growing.