Book I
"There's no such thing as a hero. As far as I'm concerned, You shouldn't need some bullshit label to do the right thing."
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Izanami Shi would stop at nothing to fulfill her vow. Stuck between what's right and what's wrong and bound by...
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|| I flush the toilet and stand in front of the sink unraveling the bandages on my hands. Pushing the nozzle up on the sink, i lather my hands in soap, my fingers grazing over the multiple scars.
"Again."
My breathing quickens, as I grasp the edge of the counter. The rushing water of the faucet hummed in the background as I stared bitterly at the old wounds. The very man that inflicted those wounds consumed my mind. Memories of me laying curled up on the ground in agony, the very weapons I use pinning me to the ground through my hands.
"You're ok." I mumble, looking at my reflection. You know that feeling you get when you're about the cry but nothing is coming from your eyes. That overwhelming feeling you get as you hold back the liquid from escaping your eye. I shut my eyes and inhale shakily glancing up at the ceiling as I force a smile. You're ok. (GIF above)
"Izanami..."
My orbs snap to the stunned girls, and the smile drops off my face being replaced with straight line. Her eyes shifted from my face to my visible hands, gasping at the marks. She took a step forward, her hand clutching the front of her shirt whilst the other reached up. Cutting the sink off, "Don't act like you care now." I state bluntly as I grab my bandages starting to rewrap them back around my scarred hands. "As far as your concerned I'm a murderer right? Murderers don't need sympathy." I mutter walking past the girl.
Momo stood silently as she stared at the spot her rival had been in. What happened to her hands...they're even worse then Midoriya's...
"You're ok."
The black haired girl frowned in thought as the scene of the girl she detested replayed in her head. Not once had she ever seen the indifferent girl show anything other then indifference or irritation, sometimes maybe anger but despair. That was definitely not one of them yet...the usual unbothered girl stood there nearly on the verge of tears alone convincing herself she was ok. For what reason? Momo didn't know. However, she did realize, that the scariest female in the class wasn't as tough as she let on. She was a girl like her and had feelings as well despite how good she was at masking them.
"Don't act like you care now."
Guilt consumed the teen in waves as she remembered the things she said. Even if they hated each other, Momo realized she crossed the line. Sure Izanami had said some rude things but none crossed the line like Momo had did. Maybe I was to quick to judge... Momo thought in regret. The digging she did on Izanami was vague and she didn't even know the whole story of what had happened. She didn't know why Izanami had killed the girl in the first place. I really am a horrible person. Momo's fist balled knowing she was in the wrong and the fact that it took her this long to realize it left a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. ||
I watched Uraraka's match silently choosing not to sit near the others as I leaned up against the tunnel wall. She was getting her ass handed to her but least she wasn't going down without a fight. The match consisted of the brave girl failing to touch Bakugou, to make him float out of bounds.
