I'm sorry I had to. Before I start, I just want to say that I'm in no way fetishizing and/or glamorizing self-harm, depression, anxiety or any other mental disorders. I have had experience with self-harm before but I have never gone to see a therapist. Only my school's guidance counselor so I wouldn't know if I was depressed at any point in my life.
- national suicide hotline.
Thank you for reading this. If you are uncomfortable with these themes, do not proceed.
You are loved.
-Dulguun
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Name: (Y/N) (L/N)
Quirk: Chthonian Element- can create/manipulate the nether. The nether is a substance that creates the underworld. When the user is in combat, they can use essences if the underworld. The user must be very cautious when using this quirk. If the user can't control it properly, they can end up trapping them in the underworld and/or killing them. They can trap people in the underworld and bring them back.
This includes:
Summoning lost souls of the underworld
White flame (the hottest color of fire)
Insert voices of torment into the person's mind
Dig deep into people's biggest fears
Destruction
and more to come.
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1
You don't know if You can live with everything in your head. You can't go outside. You don't want to. You didn't want to do much of anything until-
"Sweetie! U.A is going to start their entrance exams!", your mom shouts from below.
You don't answer. You don't want to. You can hear her footsteps. You can hear her approach my door. She slowly opens the door, revealing you. A now petite, pale girl. Your (S/C) skin isn't that prominent anymore. When you noticed it, You didn't care, You wanted to die anyway. Your mom approached your bed and takes your hand in hers.
"Sugarplum, you've always wanted to be a hero. Don't you want to try getting in, at least? Please? I know you've been going through a lot and I know your self conscious about your quirk but to me, I think it's wonderful. They say going outside can release hormones that make you happier! Why don't you give it a try?"
You sigh deeply, you didn't want to but after your mom told you that, you submitted.
"Ok, fine."
Ever since you were young, you tried hiding your quirk from others because you knew how dangerous it is. Sometimes it would get out of control. That's why you didn't have many friends. Not only that but you thought a lot. At a young age, you saw your self as worthless. A runt. Something people shouldn't even try to talk to.
Until one day, one day, a boy with blue hair and red eyes came up to you and asked you why you didn't use your quirk. He told you that he had seen you around and that you didn't use your quirk at all. You explained your quirk to him and he understood. You couldn't touch you or else you'd decay but, you guys ended up being friends. He would listen and you would listen to them. You to were best friends until one day, you moved to Tokyo. Poor boys family died. You were his only friend. He understood but you still had them at pang our heartbreak and guilt. One day, you hope you can meet him again. You hope he learns how to control his quirk so you can be in his arms.
You then realize that the exam is a month away. This would've been a good time to panic but you had a solution. Eat a good jar of protein powder and carry water bottles. Everybody motivated you and for once in an excruciatingly long time, you were motivated to do something.
The month went by quickly. After all, all you did was eat protein powder and lift water bottles.
Your mom called you down so that you could get to U.A. You can't go to a place if you don't show up. Common sense.
The drive was long. Luckily, you'd be taking the train if you got in. Trains don't make you want to throw up. It's just there are lots of creeps that take trains.
You stand in front of the U.A building, ridden with anxiety. If you don't get in, you might look like a fool. Why am I even trying? I'm not suited for a hero anyway. Why am I eve-
"Watch out, Dwayne Johnson Fart Face."
I hear someone behind me grumble. Too late. As I turn around I see a tall blonde man. I could barely look because our feet got tangled up and I tripped, falling over. (Nothing sexual bois)
Without giving me a second glance, he walked by me. After that whole accident, you stay down for a good two minutes, that is until this other boy came to the rescue. He had red and white hair, odd. He stands in front of you and puts his hand down for you to reach. You acknowledged his presence and got up yourself, giving him your signature emotionless cold and definitely dead inside look but gave you it to you right back. You walked away with a plethora of questions. Who was that boy? Who was the other boy? Why was the first boy so rude? Why couldn't he just move out of the way?!
You end up following everyone to this big lecture hall. you take your seat next to a tall boy with purple hair. He looked like he didn't want to be disturbed so you didn't even try. But, you were quite introverted yourself so it didn't matter.
