"Love was so fucking cringey until I met you."
You and your delinquent brother had been "troubled" kids, since the very beginning of it all.
Before things got bad; and, before things got good.
Constantly wreaking havoc just for the fun of it, lea...
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You marched viscously through the halls with pure intent and an authentic purpose, set in stone.
Yes, the morning was early.
It was a Saturday.
That means there's no school, and you should all be permitted free time. But there's a key word there, and that's 'should'.
It took you five minutes to march from your dorm, to take the mechanical elevator to the teacher's level and come knocking at Aizawa's dorm door.
When you slam your fists into the door, there's no answer.
"Oi, Aizawa!" you pound, "If you don't come out, i'll burn right through this pathetic plywood door."
He doesn't answer. It's still silent.
"Your pick!"
Your right hand is now swallowed in your dark flames, and you slowly move it towards the door.
Just before contact is made, the door pulls back and outsteps Aizawa, looking impossibly more shaggy. The stubble on his chin was so bad you questioned if he ever shaves at all, or just trims with a pair of child's-scissors.
His shirt was messy in a way that alerted you that he had just put it on. There was also a notable unease in his breath that your attentiveness took notice on.
"What is it?" he sighs when he sees your face, clearly disappointed, "Make it quick."
"I'm going out today." you stay with a stone tone showing your tangible stubbornness. "Into the city."
He rolls his eyes, "No, you're not. You know the rules, you stay on campus. Government's stern orders."
"Look," you deadpan, sighing and offering both of your hands out, "I don't want to play it like this but, if you don't let me go, i'll have to break out. I think we both know which is the easier for you."
You inspect carefully as he rubs the back of his neck in discomfort. "Do you have any idea how much trouble I would be in if you were caught out in the city unsupervised? You're a criminal, Rina. You're not free to roam the city as you please. You don't have our trust."
You look out the window that's been designed at the end of the corridor, and sigh. "Do you have any idea how long it's been since i've been free to roam the city? I just need some alone time."
"You gave up your freedom a long time ago."
Whoa.
That hurt.
"...Aizawa..." you say softly, but then blink and cross your eyebrows, pouting, "I'm still a kid."
"Now you say that? You seemed perfectly adult when you created those robust blueprints and mind-maps for your high-intensity infiltrations. What about the weapons you made? The attacks you performed? You're only a kid when it benefits you." his eye twitched a little, "You can't expect me to be charitable towards you. Your freedom is no more. The same goes for your brother who's still in the institution."
