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∆∆∆ Book one of the ALBQ series. ∆∆∆
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The crazed villain called Senketsu has escaped from prison and is leading an attack against UA and all of Tokyo. Though her past is entwined deeply with Aizawa-sensei and All Might, s...
A.N:Thanks for the support and plz comment/vote! Sos I've been inactive, but this took a while to edit. This chapter is extra long to make up for it! 💕
Note:WuXia is a genre of movie in China which usually involves martial arts in ancient times. It's unrealistic, because people like stand on their sword's blades and jump so high they are practically flying. Anyway, I refer to WuXia as a type of martial arts in this, so have this kind of fighting in mind.
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Warning:Light gore, mentions of past abuse, cursing and a long ass chapter.
Todoroki'sP.O.V: The hallways are cold.
Even as a child, I understood that it was less to do with the temperature and more to do with The Dungeon itself. With metal walls and no natural lighting, my father's HQ is glaringly man-made and soulless. It lacks any sort of care and emotion. At UA, I always got the sense that whoever built the school cared for it deeply. The structure itself is full of care and commitment, and each year students leave their own essence of youth in its classrooms. A wholesome warmth envelopes UA, which proved to be a shocking realisation in my Freshman Year. I had grown accustomed to places like The Dungeon– all icy metal, mechanical screws and a rigid, logical complexity. Gradually, I came to accept the atmosphere of UA, even grow fond of it. So now, back in the place where I spent weeks of my childhood trapped, I feel reversed. As if I've travelled back in time and am forced to find my way out of The Dungeon once more.
Each corner I turn, brings back a new memory of silent sobbing and lonely misery.
A buzz from my pocket, pulls me from my memories. Mouth drawn in a tight line, I slip my phone from the pocket of the spare black training gear we were given upon entering The Dungeon.
TenyaIida 2:30 p.m I've just been to see Midoriya.
I stare at my phone screen and then quickly type a response, thumbs flying over the keys.
You 2:30 p.m How is he?
You 2:31 p.m Is he coming back?!
TenyaIida 2:32 p.m It is not likely. He seems like a completely different person.
You 2:33 p.m What happened two months ago? Why would be suddenly quit being a hero?
TenyaIida 2:33 p.m Typing...
Waiting for the reply, I stride quickly through the corridors and tap my finger against the back of my phone in a rhythmless tune. I reach a dead end and then press my body against one of the steel walls. With a breath, I count the steps from the wall. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7. I turn to my left. Knocking against the steel along the way, I finally hear an echo and stop. Crouching down, I reach for a section of the metal wall that is slightly discoloured, even rusted at the edges. I undo the loose screws and then peel the section of the wall up, forcing the metal to bend like the corner of a sheet of paper. As a kid, I spent hours scratching and tearing at the screws with bare hands until my fingertips were bloody and then pushing with all the strength in my body to bend the steel. Then, I crawled through the opening, grazing my knees on gravel, weak from fatigue.
