Now or Never

Seperation Issues

She bites her bottom lip and intertwines her fingers together tightly to conceal her growing worry.

It's okay. He made a promise.

"I guess it is time to let it go." She grimly states before looking back into Katsuki's eyes. "Its gruesome. Are you sure you want to know?"

He nods his head. The mere fact that he was staying quiet was making her anxious.

"I was diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder at a young age due to the trauma I was put through. There were two other personalities outside of me. Mi, and the other one." She says slowly.

He glances into her eyes, "Mi told me about the other one. She named it Taraka. She also said you didn't know she existed, either."

"She filled me in before she completely merged with me. It makes sense, too." She sighs deeply. "Taraka has only came out once. That was when I lived in America. I was only ten years old at the time... and it was four years after Eiji killed mother. My... my friends heard of the news and my father's intensive Quirk Training, and decided they no longer wanted to be acquainted with me."

Her voice was shaking and it hurt his chest to watch her. Why the hell couldn't he do anything more than this? To just sit here and listen to her break down.

But he needed to know. He wanted to know anything and everything about her.

He puts his hand on her knee, "Take your time. We got all damn night to talk."

She smiles and thanks him before continuing on with her story.

"They started throwing rocks and stones at me. It got to the point they were drawing blood. I heard Mi trying to talk to me but her voice was clowded over by another. And before I knew it, I was stuck watching myself kill everyone outside with me. I was stuck watching myself pop every last living thing that was unfortunate enough to be in my field of vision like a balloon. I didn't have control over myself and neither did Mi. And that... I will never be able to forgive myself for losing control that day.

And the only reason I didn't pay for my actions was because I came from a wealthy family, and because of my mental illness. Their families and friends... they all wanted me dead. Even I wanted me dead. No schools there would accept me after that. So I had no other choice but to move here. And regardless of what I've done and how dangerous I was, U.A. still took me in and treated me like the rest. And I even made friends... and I met you. And I... I couldn't be more grateful to you all."

She ends up bursting into tears, trying her best to wipe away her tears while sobbing loudly. He just sat there staring at her with wide eyes and an open mouth.

She's killed people. Innocent people.

"That's why they've shown extra caution into you. It all makes sense now." He mutters.

She wondered what he was thinking. Was he changing his mind about her? Was he calling her names deep inside his head?

Is he calling me a monster?

She feels his hands move up and meet with her face gently, forcing her to look at his face. When their eyes meet, she finds his features calm and collected. She holds her breath.

What was he thinking? She couldn't tell.

Finally, he pushes his forehead to hers and stays there, staring into her eyes softly.

"You're one hell of a girl, Nazumi. You've had that on your tiny little shoulders for so long without telling anyone?" He gives her a half-ass grin, "That's pretty damn impressive, shitty girl."