Let your hair flow,
Wink at the photographers,
Twirl your skirt around,
And be on your way.
You're as beautiful as a rose.
The natural light shone through the transparent window pane, letting me feel warmth on the left side of my cheek. Nails grasping my pale skin, my eyes wandered off to my mother. She was tucking an emerald strand of hair behind her ear, shifting slightly I asked, "Mother, when will he come back,"
"Oh, my dear Izuku, I don't know dear,"
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The pale wooden desk shivered under my touch. The sound of pencil against frail, white paper was dominant in the classroom full of Junior High students. Flipping over my sheet(s) of paper, and letting my pencil roll extremely close to the edge of my desk, I internally sighed, knowing someone wasn't too far behind. A slam was heard throughout the classroom, and everyone's head turned to the said culprit.
Breathing heavily, and wearing a sneering smile, he arrogantly said, "Fuck yeah!" Laughing, he turned towards his audience of students. "Bastards, I'll be the only one to get into U.A, I'll be the only pro hero to come from this school!"
I sighed, partly listening to his arrogant speech, and started fiddling with the loose buttons on my shirt. I forgot about my pencil, which tapped on the floor as it rolled away. Bakugou turned to the sound, stopping mid-way through his sentence. His ruby eyes narrowed, and his gaze kept shifting from my paper, to me.
His face contorted into a menacing look, his red, ruby eyes piercing through my soul. "Deku, how the fuck are you done so fucking fast!?" He shoved his seat away, I squirmed in my seat. "I'm supposed to be the smartest, not you," His feet stomped on the white tile floor as he made his way towards my seat.
"K-Kaccha-,"
"Shut up!" I flinched, squeezing my eyes shut. I could feel Katsuki's hot breath in front of me, he was still breathing heavily. "I will be the only one," He breathed. Grabbing me by the shirt, he plastered on a toothy, sneering grin, and pushed me back. I fell on the white floor, and the chair clanking in response. Seeing that I wasn't going to retaliate, Bakugou laughed boisterously, and walked away.
"Quirkless wannabe,"
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My pale hand shivered as it reached into the cold, transparent water. Feeling around, my hand finally felt the soggy notebook. Grabbing it by it's spine, my slender fingers wrapped around the sheets of wet paper. My fingers harshly grabbed the sides, making crescent-shaped dents on the moist cover.
"Ah," I sighed verbally, hands leaking wet, and notebook falling apart. The shade from the huge building made everything colder, and I hoped my notes would dry soon. My hands shivered, a peticion to warm them up soon. My patience went against me, not waiting for my notebook to dry. I shoved my notes into my bag, walking while doing so.
My emerald green locks wavered in sync with the wind, getting in my way. I moved them away, my other hand holding my bag. The sakura trees cowered under the influence of the wind. It's rosy pink petals gliding gracefully, heading towards the ground. The variety of colorful skyscrapers seemed to lean into the urban area. Rustles and wooshes were the sounds that filled the city, my murmurs were drowned with the howls of the wind. The boisterous sounds started to quiet down, as I walked under a grey stone bridge, making my way to my house. My pale hand reached down to grab my notes, which were still quite moist. My gaze trailed down to the notebook, fingers gently grabbing its roughed up edges. I flipped quickly through each page, revising in order to see if any were seriously damaged. My footsteps echoed, the silence barely broken. A sludging sound was getting louder behind me.
My head slowly turned around, my skin shivering, and my pupils dilating. My mouth slowly opened, my gaze belonging to the sludge monster, who was slowly forming, green and enormous. I started walking away, but my feet stumbled on the cold cement floor, leaving me disabled. The said villain rushed towards me, my feet scrambling in response and picking my body up. I rushed to try and get away, even though, I didn't have to.
I will never be like my dad. I will never be like my dad.
I. Will. Never. Be. Like. My. Dad.
I felt the strange texture against my covered shoulder, the feeling spreading throughout my body. I could see the green sludge cover my whole body, making its way nearer and nearer to my face.
I can't be like him.
I can't be like him.
I have to be like him.
My body went into a frenzy, panicking as the sludge started engulfing me. My hand retracted, barely escaping the green substance. By their facial expression, they seemed to be surprised.
If I use my fist, it'll drain a lot of energy, and this villain isn't worth it. Shifting my hand, I pulled my finger back up.
I'm sorry mother.
I released my finger, the impact separating parts of the green villain. It wasn't enough, he could still come back. I have to use my fist. I retracted my fist, this time with more force. The smash that destroyed the sludge, made a lot of noise, and wind pressure. I stood over the villain, a dominant aura emerging.
Shit. I'm gonna get caught.
I quickly picked up the wet notebook, and quickly ran away from the scene. Green locks of hair going everywhere in front of me. But behind those locks of hair, from the corner of my eye, I saw someone there.
Hi I'm gonna try to use proper grammar and capitalization for these author notes. Um so this is I guess the prologue(cause its too fucking short) of my new fic. It reveals some stuff about the plot (besides tododeku) and I hope you liked this shit. Bye \(.-.\)
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When The Light Shines || Todoroki/Female Midoriya
FanfictionLet your hair flow, Wink at the photographers, Twirl your skirt around, And be on your way. You're as beautiful as a rose. The natural light shone through the transparent window pane, letting me feel warmth on the left side of my cheek. Nails grasp...