In which a certain winged warrior falls in love with a girl who's quirk allows her to turn into a tiny white fox. Their love is the only blooming flower in the streets of Musutafu. Leaving someone you love behind for the sake of one career choice se...
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'I WANTED TO MOVE forward-' sound of my paws kissing the gravel was almost inaudible, compared to the booming voices behind me. There was a gash in my side; blood pools into the ground with each anticipated hault.
'-But what was the point?'
My paws seemed to slip outward against the dampened city junk littering the floor of the alleyway, anxiously; I rounded the corner- the stagnant evening air would shock my throat and lungs. Deeper, and faster, I would inhale.
'I feel the screaming of my lungs and the will of my muscles-'
The heavy, booming voices steadily draw near. My breath came in hot, nervous spurts of warmth. My coat is being tugged back by the wind, and I kept my tail straight, to ease the tension in the scar on my back.
'-to go far beyond what exercise could ever demand.'
Hurling my small frail, body through the pooring rain wasn't even the half of it. Viewing the world from such a fragile perspective, half of my surroundings are surrounded by a thick veil of darkness while the other half everything's crisp and clear.
Being so small; so defenseless. All I had the power to do was run- it's the only thing I can accomplish with this crumby quirk of mine. Running from danger.
I only wanted to get my necklace back from those crazy strong street-thugs, and now I was on death row.
"Get back here- little Brat-!!!"
I trip over my own lousy paws, tumbling into a group of metal trash-cans. I winced, pushing my body back up. Whimpering, It's not long before I looked up to find that I was surrounded.
'This is the body and brain in full survival mode.'
"G-Get away from me!!" I squeaked, they merely chuckle.
"I could make a killing off this thing-"
I cover my head with my paws- blood oozes into the soaked pavement.
'And it is nothing but pain.'
I scrunched my eyes closed, the shadow of a man clentching tightly onto some kind of base-ball bat seemed to engrave itself into my brain. I waited patiently for the death-strike.
But nothing happened.
There was a long period of silence. I just sat there wondering; was I dead? And if that was true, then why was there so much pain?
When my eyes gently flutter open, I'm met with a pair of defening, golden caramel orbs.
His voice was solemn and monotone- and attached to his shoulders are a set of fluffy red wings- with feathers pointed sharp, almost like blades.
