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˗ "you and midoriya accepted me as i was."
you lay in the infirmary bed as the sun rises. you were held for overnight observation in order to track exactly how fast your percentage was moving up in order to prevent what occurred during your practical exam from ever happening again. you stare out the window, chirping birds greeting your ears.
yumi's here, you feel her presence, but she won't speak a word. you get the feeling she can, she just won't.
last night, recovery girl sat down with you and had a talk.
"the time to wait has passed. they've all seen it now, so you'll have to tell them all the truth. the whole truth."
she said it as if it were so simple.
"y/n!" the voice calling your name with such deep concern is not one you'd expect to hear sounding so frantic. todoroki rushes to your bedside, haphazardly tossing his school bag to the floor before landing in the seat beside your bed. he scoots the chair closer and leans forward.
"what was all that? are you okay?" his monotone voice has a hint of worry, and it bleeds guilt from your heart.
"you've always known." you deflect. the truth is, you aren't okay. maybe by avoiding that question, you aren't telling him the whole truth as you should be, but still. "or you've at least suspected that something about me was different."
he stares at you, expression unreadable.
"of all people, i feel the worst for lying to you." you say, looking up at the roof of the infirmary. "after all, i know all of your secrets. how cruel of me to hold onto my own?" you shut your eyes and sigh.
"when you annexed me about my lack of knowledge involving the goings of this world, i told you an impartial truth. yes, i was raised in a tribe, but it was not old fashioned. it fit exactly within the era i was born in, alongside the nature of the world i hail from."
todoroki's brows furrow, and he reaches out to your forehead. his hand hovers near your face for a moment longer than necessary. as if weighing something in his mind. then—
flick!
"ouch..." you mumble, reaching up to the spot he flicked.
"it was obvious. and i don't understand your guilt. if you weren't lying, then it's no impartial truth. you left out details i did not ask for." he reassures and you rub your forehead with a small smile. "you're too kind." you mumble.
then, although you're beginning to grow sick of doing so, you explain it. everything. every sick, twisted situation that landed you right where you lay in this infirmary bed today.
and for the first time, the very first time,
you tell him what happened to you after that woman brought you into her home.
