The Ocean ━ 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 (being rewritten)

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❛ I can still taste the ocean like it was today

You said, please keep on holding your hands

And the rain, it came too soon, I will wait for you

To love me again

I guess I was running from something

I was running back to you

Lost here in London with nothing

I'm still running back to you

If you could love me again

I could let go of everything  ❜

— 5 Seconds of Summer, Outer Space / Carry On

The air was heavy with a lingering humidity, heavy and uncomfortable, despite the high flow of the air conditioner inside the car. The radio buzzed and creaked, an incoherent blur of words via the static-y radio news that her mind was barely able to comprehend. Cold sweat poured down her face, waves of brown hair stuck to her skin. Hannah frowned as she pried the strands away. Way to start the first day of school. She thought, practically drowning in nervous sweat. It was a miracle I haven't turned yet.

She stared out of the car window, curled up in the passenger seat. The cityscape of Musutafu passed by steadily. It was scary to move countries, yet she had.  It was scary to learn a new language, yet she'd worked her ass off all summer and could now manage enough to survive. It was scary to start at a new school, yet it was the day, the first day of high school - at least in a school system that went grade school-middle school-high school..

Hannah could only find it in herself to thank whatever gods out there there wouldn't be any year sevens. Somehow, she managed to get into the general studies of one of the most prestigious high schools in Japan.

UA. The best known -and rated- hero school in Japan, in the top five globally for that very reason... now she was there, even if it was only as a general studies student and not any of the more important specialisations, it was intimidating.

Absentmindedly, she scratched at her ankle, silvery scar tissue bearing the thin lightning bolt. It sent a sharp sting, like static electricity, shooting through her muscles and straight into her throat. "Ow! Fuck!"

Her mother's hand clapped over her mouth, barely restraining a chuckle. Her blonde curls were chopped short and thinning. Hannah gave the woman a sharp look.