[ᴷᵃᵗˢᵘᵏⁱ ᴮᵃᵏᵘᵍᵒᵘ × ᴼᶜ]
STARTED: Feb/2020
STATUS: On-going
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↫IN WHICH latoya kunoichi was given a second chance at redemption.
❝ I'm no hero, and I'll never be o...
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"And...how have you felt after that tragedy all those years ago?"
It was yet another day in a closed office as the 15-year-old girl lay flat on the large sofa, expressing her thoughts to a stranger. She had no one else to talk to, so they forced her to see a psychiatrist.
"I had...hate? Denial, confusion...pain. My world turned...melancholic, grey, and saddening. I tried to suppress my anger...my hate...for years...but I guess I couldn't do anything about it. Then I felt...out of order."
And it has been like that every day. For the last 5 years.
"Please describe out of order. Did you mean, mentally scarred? Traumatized? Give me a brief explanation from the bottom of your heart. What do you precisely feel?"
"...maybe." She shrugged.
"That's not a clear answer, Ms. Kunoichi."
"Well, maybe I don't have one."
"And why not?"
"Because I just don't, dipshit. I don't even care why I have to these dumb sessions anyway..." the girl rolled her heterochromatic eyes. "You can't talk me out of my depression. It's not like I'll be saved. That's why you put me in here."
"Alright, settle down. I understand..." He passively urged her. "But do you know who you're angry at? Where is that rage directed? Is it towards society for putting you here...is it the Heroes, or is it your sister?"
"Psssh..." the girl rolled her eyes once again.
"Or...is it All Might?"
The girl gripped her fists tight, it made her knuckles generate a crackling noise in the quiet room. Her wavering anger flowed like a kindling flame. Clearly, she loathed that name from the core of her being. "Next. Question."
"How are you progressing with your mental health?"
"I'm getting better with those prescribed anti-depressants you gave me so..." she shrugged.
"Very good. And I see you've been on good behavior for a quite while now. You're doing well on sub-parts of your routine. If you keep this up, then the court might even give you time off your sentence."
"Whatever," she sighed and quickly eyed a pen on the glass-paned coffee table. "Not like I want to go outside."
"So, Ms. Kunoichi. If ever the court rules on your freedom, what will do when you get out? Will you return to your villainous ways?"
