Color Blind | BNHA

Chapter 4

Entry no. 287

Dear diary, 

You're probably tired of hearing my mundane, colourless everyday middle schooler life. But here I am again. Had my appointment with my doctor earlier today after school. Sadly, still no difference in results this time. How shocking. My prescription: keep writing in this stupid shitty journal. You'll be surprised to hear this, however. I saw a flash of colour as I was heading home. I was walking to the bus stop when it happened. I suddenly had trouble breathing, I stopped in my tracks. My heart was beating faster and faster as the colours around me became brighter in my vision. Do I have to practically feel like dying to activate my quirk? The symptoms died down quite fast though. Is it wrong for me to think that I'd rather endure the pain so that I could see colours for a little while longer? I hurried myself to the bus stop area as the incoming bus was a minute away. I hopped on the bus, paid my fee, and took a seat next to a window. I always liked watching the surroundings move even though everything's in black and white. The city lights had different shades, from neon signs that glowed to the patterned grid lines of tall buildings.  They're especially beautiful and alive at night. But, just when the bus was about to leave, I saw someone holding a gun discreetly in the pocket of  its black hoodie. It stood under a flickering street light that shone over the street, so it was difficult to see how the person looked. I couldn't say anything or shout to warn about the situation because I know that that could be dangerous. The person could have been unstable and the panic people caused could have triggered him/her. But before I could leave, the bus took off and not a moment later, a faint gunshot was heard from a distance. The news tonight was a solemn one but nevertheless, justice was served when one of the pro heroes caught the criminal. The victim was carried to the hospital and is recovering from the gunshot wound. I was lucky enough to have escaped the unexpected scene of the crime, the victim, however, was not. I had that strong feeling that it was forthcoming and I was right. It occurred to me that what if I had trusted my senses, if I had been quicker in reacting, getting off that bus, then maybe I could have saved her. Things could have ended differently.

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"So, walk me through the day of the evacuation at U.A." Recovery girl hopped up on her swivel chair. She motioned me to take a seat on the clinic bed. I proceeded to explain.

"Well, in the morning everything was fine. I wasn't seeing colours, a very normal everyday experience, at least for me. Lunch happened and I ate Lunch Rush's hot curry for the very first time which by the way was absolutely decadent and luscious. I had no idea food could taste that good, considering I've been eating my mom's bland cooking my whole life. Anyways, I'm steering away from the topic at hand, sorry. But after I took that bite, that's when I started to see colours. At the same time, I had anxious feelings, actually more like intense fear. My heart was palpitating fast. Like I said before, it felt like a panic attack." It was painful to be reliving this in my head once again but I know it's important that I share this.

"Then the warning alarms rang. All of my senses seemed to have been heightened, especially  the colours in my vision. My friends had to drag me out of the cafeteria because. I guess the madness of everything that happened was overwhelming for me that I fainted and lost consciousness thus bringing me to you. And I'm still baffled at the fact that U.A. was trespassed into even with its high-grade barriers. It just doesn't seem right you know?"

"That's not for any of our students to worry about right now. The administration is doing its best to investigate the situation." Recovery Girl did not hesitate to ask me directly as she looked over her list of questions. It seemed she had these up her sleeves already, working with previous patients. "Have you ever successfully activated your quirk? Were you able to control it?"