when y/n was young, she had been born into a family of renowned devil hunters. unlike most, she lived in a tribe, not a city. she didn't go to school, but instead studied under the tribes monks. from the moment she could walk she was conditioned to...
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❞⁀➷♡'ˎ˗ lightning?
"your condition is nearing it's peak. percentage is sitting at 93%. with our predictions in mind, your state will be completed tomorrow. thus, after today's practical exam, and i mean immediately after, you're to come to my office. you'll be put under and we'll reset the timer." you bow your head gratefully. "thank you so much, recovery girl."
you see, for the past three days of written exams, you had been arguing with recovery girl and aizawa non stop. demanding you be allowed to use what is nearly your full strength in order to complete the practical exam since after you succumb to yumi's control, she'll take your place and live your life henceforth.
if you were to, by some slim chance, fail the exam because of your weakened state. yumi would suffer those consequences long term despite being much stronger than you were when the exam was taken. in your mind, it made more sense this way. but, yumi was oddly quiet about it.
your mind drifts back to the present as you watch the fights on the monitor. kirishima and sato vs cementoss. you actually thought this would be an easy matchup for them, but their lack of quirk stamina proved a challenge. you lost focus on them when you began observing your classmates. they were all strategizing or devising plans to work together and apply their quirks to the situation as accurately as possible.
these situations are starting to make you feel lonely. i mean, it makes sense that you'd be alone since sora's strength rivals the average pro hero, but it doesn't really mean you're fond of the situation.
you're lost in thought for so long that before you know it, you're standing at the entrance to the battle center.
it's a faux city with towering buildings but a sense of emptiness from the lack of the bustling citizens roaming the streets or the scent of food stalls in the air. it reminds you of that abandoned town where you and yoshida ran into the bomb devil, but on a larger scale.
you walk calmly through the city, glancing around and working your way toward where you imagine the exit is, and you don't see him once. you walk, walk, and walk. then, the cities exit is in sight and you're left to wonder what's going on.
from behind, you're met with a familiar voice.
"where do you think you're going?"
you turn swiftly on your heel, an expression of panic on your face as you seek confirmation of what you just heard. makima?! but, no. there stands hawks, wings expanded and flapping lightly. "you and i haven't even faced off." he says, his voice as you had heard it before. the hell just happened? yumi is strangely silent.
"okay, so let's go." you say, putting your fists up.
it's a quiet stand off for more than a few seconds before you begin to sprint forward, and he takes to the skies before long. feathers, sharp and hard begin flying toward you at uncapped speeds. you summon an energy blade. a sword made of matter infused with the power rakurai bestowed you with. he raises a brow. you slice clean through the feathers and they crumple to the ground with burnt edges, he winces, narrowing his eyes.
lightning?
then, soon follows the thunder clap.
a combination of reinforcing your body with matter and forming a spring under your heel, forward you fly into the air, bounding toward him like a bullet. he slows your momentum with a flap of his wings, and as you focus on landing properly to counter attack, your arm swings out without your command. it slices his tibial nerve.
what?!
you're unable to stick the landing, sloppily catching yourself on your knee and using your sword to absorb most of the force from the fall as it digs into the ground. it dematerializes as you lose focus. what just happened... yumi? a whizzing sound finds your ears and you lift your hand, pivoting on one foot and grabbing the sneaky little feather hawks had flown behind your head after you leaped. you squeeze it, and the quill inside snaps! then, falls to the floor.
yumi doesn't reply.
soon.
you bide your time, hoping to gather hawks' full focus on you.
feathers whip! and thwak! nearby, either from missing or you destroying them before they can get too close. a few graze, leaving you with cuts on your cheek, arms, and one semi deep gash in your shoulder.
soon..
closer, you close the distance once more. this time, a bit differently. instead, you rocket up by quickly raising a pillar of matter from the ground beneath your feet. this time, you're above him. you manage to take a fistful of feathers. enough to think you should slow down if the guy wants to do any hero work when you're done with him.
soon...
if you don't force him to land, he won't. but you've only shown him melee attacks, so he doesn't know yet.
fives lances of matter appear beside you, rotating like ominous obelisks surrounded in chittering lightning that buzzes around the matter. you raise a hand and point at him, and they fly forward. he's forced to outmaneuver them, dodging and weaving around to avoid getting hit as they hone in on his person.
flap, flap, flap. his wings are loud, you trust he won't hear a thing.
now!
"sora!" you call, and she arrives. a flap of her own wings aligns with the sound of his before suddenly, he's encased in her arms and crashing to land. before he can gather his bearings and even think about counter attacking, he finds himself surrounded by all five lances. their edges just barely pressing into his skin. enough to leave a mark, but not enough to draw blood.
you step forward, then cuff him.
at least, that's what you told your body to do.
no, you're holding him by the neck. a lance hovering above your head as your arm raises. if it were to swing down, the lance would pierce his head.
you realize it then. you're in the backseat, right now. yumi took over the second he was defenseless.
"yumi, stop!" you call out, but your voice does not reach her ears. they reach no ones ears. where you are now, is where you'll remain in desolate silence till the end comes. then, this slate will be washed anew and the rivers will carry you out. like white blood-cells killing a disease.
your hand squeezes tighter. your hand? no, this is y/n's hand. aren't you y/n? no... somethings not right.
he chokes. yumi can't hear him over the sound of her thrumming heart. "y/n, stop!" someones voice calls, but it falls on deaf ears. who's calling you? why are they calling you that?
aren't you yumi?
then, soon follows the thunderclap ✧‿➹
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