Shine (BNHA Fanfiction)

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~ A/N: BIG TRIGGER WARNING HERE! LOTS OF FEELS TOO! I don't even know how to tag this tbh - Alex-Jade Wolf ~

How would you feel if someone you know-someone caring and gentle, perhaps misunderstood-told you they were a trained killer? How would you react? How would your view of them change? How would your relationship change?

Take a moment to answer those questions.

Now think of the good memories you've had with them. Then the bad ones. They've been lying to you, maybe even slowly shattering your walls just so they could get close enough to drive a knife into your heart.

Dwell on the thought.

This happens more than you think.

"First attempt. Eight years old. A beetle."

The door to a room opened and Hikari waddled inside, wearing a yellow sun dress with her hair pulled back in two ponytails. Inside the room was a small box.

Master's voice buzzed through the room via speakers. "Open the box and shake out the contents."

The young girl did as told, small fingers wrapping around the square object and turning it upside down. A black blur about the size of a quarter dropped out. Once recognizing it as a bug, Hikari squealed and shut her eyes tightly, stomping on the insect in fear. After a few more stomps, she stopped and was escorted from the room.

"Attempt successful."

She could not bear to look at her classmates any longer. Each expression they held-anger, sadness, fear, betrayal, surprise, confusion-was another spear driven through her stomach.

"I-I'm sorry-" Was all Hikari could choke out before she stumbled to her feet and raced inside.

No one called out or followed her.

"Second attempt. Eight years old. A rat."

Hikari stomped into the room this time, the mostly barren room she rarely ever saw the inside of. There was a box again, but this time, the box had a butcher's knife resting on top of it.

"Open the box." Master's voice echoed. Hikari pushed the knife aside and grabbed the box roughly, then shook out the contents. An ugly pink rat toppled out and skittered over to the corner of the room.

"It's time for the vile creature to go to sleep, Hikari. Do you remember how to lull it to sleep?"

"Yes." Hikari mumbled, grabbing the hilt of the knife. As she approached the rat, her steps faltered.

"Do you remember what this rat has done that has damned it to sleep?"

The girl's anger spiked dangerously and her resolve steeled. She knelt down a foot away from the rat, glaring. "It killed a lotta people. It made them sick."

"Indeed. Put it to sleep, Hikari."

The butcher's blade sliced through the rat like a hot knife through butter.

"Attempt successful."

Hikari lied on the mattress on the floor that the teachers had provided for her. She looked around her barren dorm room. There was a large bookshelf on the far wall in the corner with every other shelf filled with fictional books, some factual works mixed in. Next to the bookshelf was a small brown dresser. The teachers provided her with the two pieces as well as the books. At the end of the mattress was a simple wooden desk with a spinning chair. Scattered around the room was potted flowers, not yet assigned a place.