𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗻 || 𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Chapter 6

I pull my hood further over my face and finally reach home. I climb the tree once again and go into my room from the window.

I unlock my door and walk back to my bed, sitting on it.

"Despite what people think, you be who you want to be. That's what it takes to be a hero."

Midoriya, you're too naive. It's not what it takes to be a hero. Can't you see? How could someone like me be a hero?

I lay down on my bed and cover myself up. I close my eyes and entangle myself with sleep. Sleeping might just make the day go by faster and that would be amazing.

Dream~

I am walking down a large pathway. It's, more or less, pitch black and, to be honest, I can't see two inches in front of me. I create a small flame into my hand and use it as a light source. I walk down the path, feeling it narrow down as I walk. It gets to the point where I feel claustrophobic. I take a breath in and let it out.

I look around me and I see glass around me. I panic, my breath unsteady, and look around. I physically can't get out. I look down, feeling my socks getting wet and water is slowly filling the tank. I scream and freak out.

Am I going to drown? I close my eyes, ignoring the water that is now to my belly button. I open them and look around, making a flame big enough to see around me. I check all sides of me and I see someone in the darkness.

"The hell? Come out! Who the hell are you?" Panic was fluent through my voice. It was clear I was struggling.

Fortunately, an idea popped into my head. I thought about my parents and my brother, all the things they said to me and my flame became bluer the more I was angry. I didn't have much time. The water was now just above my breasts.

I pressed my hand against the glass and I felt it melting under it. Soon, the glass completely melted, giving me at least some air and time to think of getting out.

"You thought it was that easy?" I know that voice.

"Why the hell are you in my fucking head?" I yell, kicking the glass, breaking it.

"You'll find out soon enough." And then he was gone.

I breathe heavily and look around me. I see myself everywhere. I stand up and walk forward, running into a mirror. I groan. House of mirrors. These fucking suck.

I put my hand out and make sure I don't run into any more mirrors. After about a few minutes, I question how long this really is.

"As long as you make it to be. Remember its just you and me."

I glare at him and continue walking. Then it hit me.

"You want to fight?" I yell, gaining his attention.

"You really think I'm fucking stupid. Try again," Ashy turns away and disappears.

I sigh and close my eyes. "Its just a dream. Its just a dream. Wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP!"

Dream over.

I shot up and looked at the time. 4:27. I sigh and lie back down.

"Why the fuck were you in my head, let alone trying to make me escape my fears?"

I close my eyes and try and fall asleep. After about 10 minutes, I give up and sit up again. I stand up and pace around my room. I could go outside for a bit, but why? I could draw?

I look at the left corner of my room and see all my drawing shit. Its a secret talent of mine I guess, but its not really talent. I don't draw that well.

I sigh and turn my light on. I walk over to the desk and grab a sketchbook, a pencil, an eraser, and a fine liner. I walk back to my bed and open the cover of the sketchbook. I turn the page, since I never draw on the first page, and see one of my old drawings.

It was a phoenix. I have a few drawings of phoenixes because people in my past said I remind them of one. I just like them because they're cool. But I could see a resemblance.

I sigh and look through my sketchbook. Phoenix, tree, sunset, All Might, and Eraserhead. I really enjoyed the Eraserhead drawing. That was the second realism drawing I've ever done. All Might was the first and he didn't turn out as well as I hoped.

I turn to a blank page and think about what I want to draw. I should practice realism so I decide to draw Midoriya. Its not weird if he has a complete analysis on me, right? Honestly, I don't even care. Its not like he'll ever find this.

I start sketching the outline of his head. He has freckles right? Yeah. I continue sketching and I shade things. This is going actually pretty well.

After about an hour and a half, I finished. I think that looks like him. I sigh, put it in my school bag, and get ready for school. I am not ready for today. I don't want to deal with Ashy just yet.

I start walking to the school. I know its early but its better to be early than to be late. Plus, I don't want to run into Ashy.

I throw my hood up and put in my headphones. One of my favourite songs play and I hum along to it.

Why this is my favourite song beats me. Maybe I'm just a sadist or some shit. It would make sense...