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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AS KEIGO AND I GREW I found our souls just solemnly being woven together- I found it strange how one person could change everything- it made me wonder what else in this world could be possible.
Still to this day, I wonder aimlessly whether or not keigo is like me. He asks to take me in, and I often wonder where in the heck he's implying to.
We speak daily. In fact, we meet just on the roof of a soba resturaunt, to watch the sun set. I was thankful for his pressence- it was often him who kept me from going to bed hungry.
The truth is, I was looking for someone. There's a piece of me that's saying I'm not just a street-kid, there's someone I was looking for...or maybe they were looking for me?
Keigo doesn't really ask about my necklace, and he doesn't ask about my quirk. Most of the time he asks me how my day was which I found quite odd considering most of the day I'm running for my life.
The brightside was being able to run on two feet, but in all honesty it didn't feel all that different considering the way I find myself running through town.
The more I explored my quirk he more I found new ways to use it. Getting through town, I would climb things- sort of like squirrels; especially to steer clear from danger. My speed seemed to have epically increase since I came in contact with my necklace again.
So I've gotten pretty good at running away.
Today I was merely walking through town, with my bag in tow. I wore a white tanktop and a billowing pink skirt. I'd bathed in the water fountain in the park earlier in the day, I was lucky not many people walked in that specific area amidst that time of day.
My snow white hair fluttered against the calm wind, and I always played with my tail anxiously as I walked. I wore flats that I found on the bridge a few weeks ago.
I sat there for a while waiting patiently for the girl that belonged to, gazing down at the long mind numbing drop in the water below.
When she didn't return, I decided- I'd trade something of equal worth in place of them. I gifted her with this watch I woke up with once when I was just a toddler. A piece of me wanted to believe that was my father's watch, just like a piece of me wanted to know whether or not that girl would ever return.
It was strange the way people looked at me like I was a normal child, walking through this see of people-traffic -pedestrians rushing to get to work or to get somewhere important in general -the truth was that today
I was a fifteen year old girl, waltzing through town, in search of something. And I can't for the life of me, figure out what it is I'm looking for.
It could've been for Keigo. I mean, it probably should've been; right? But for some reason it wasn't. I was following some kind of voice. It was dull, and monotone- yet smooth like silk.
