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"I heard there's a new transfer student!"
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Shiro Kurayami is a new admittee to U.A. High School of Heroics, she joins the class of 1-A and is immediately taken a liking to...
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"Sis', who are they?" Her brother asked, his eye looking at something behind her, herself letting go of the hug to turn around, only to have her own breath hitch and eyes go wide.
The smirks were overwhelming. "Hey, freak, who's that? Your freak brother?"
It was cold, the cool metal walls that contained her were chilling her to the bone. Shiro could feel her own skin prick and freeze as she sat there.
Three days. It had been three days since she lost it. When she lost control of her own powers.
When she committed murder to four victims, and one of them was her own brother. The sole person she swore to protect. And she failed, she failed to protect him from herself.
Everything was a blur to her, her mind couldn't make up the sounds and screams apart, or whose blood splattered all over her hands. All she knew was that she had ended up in a metal box ever since she woke up.
And here she was now, in that said metal box. With a pane of black glass before her, like she was some sort of caged creature for show.
Maybe she was, a monster that had to be contained, to be feared of. She was a murderer, of not just one person too.
Her thoughts were getting to her, overwhelming her with only the screams and splattering of blood that only echoed in the back of her mind like a record.
Tears were blurring her, her mind was far off and the pounding of her ever quickening heartbeat only made the headache more prominent. She felt like vomiting, bile was in her throat, and made her gag at the taste.
She wasn't claustrophobic, but the room was suffocating. And the feeling of eyes on her through the black glass only made her shrink into herself even more, knowing that people were watching her every move, watching her break down just like that.
Oh how her pride had gone.
Ragged breaths came from her, hyperventilating as more and more flashes and sounds from that day came back to her memory. The way her Quirk burst from her emotions, how she'd had brutally killed those people without hesitation.
There were so many negative emotions going around in her. Anger, sadness, disappointment, fear, helplessness-
Her quirk was acting up again, and she couldn't control it. Her emotions were getting to her, and the tears that came only made it worse. Black shadows crawled out of her being, slithering to every corner of them room, climbing up the walls and turning the pristine white to pitch black.
Shiro wanted to scream for help, for someone behind the glass to come help her, and maybe they did feel some sort of pity for her. Because, the metal door to her room opened up with a slam, and a man with tired eyes and a scarf rushed in. His hair was floating above his head and eyes glowing red.
