Before And After ||BNHA Kiribaku||

Chapter 1- Scavenging

A/N- what am i doing with my life

(The angst in this book isn't exactly angst. It's more "joke type", although there are some serious moments)

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'That glowing ball of light is called....... the moon? Or was that the thing I saw when the sky was black? Or is it called a star?' Kirshima argued with himself. 'I forgot so much about the outside world.'

Kirishima stared at the sunrise. It was too bright. He shielded his eyes. Where had he seen that before? In fact, he was pretty sure he saw most of what was surrounding him before. But how? He could barely remember anything before the torture. 

He walked along the streets. Strange looking vehicles were moving across wide asphalt roads. Buildings could be seen all around him, and there was grass. Or were those trees? He knew those two were common.

There weren't many people out, to Kirishima's relief. People. Even thinking of them was horrifying. 

A small bell chimed, and Kirishima jumped, covering his ears with his hands. 'Why is there ringing? Is the bell back? Is it back?' Kirishima could remember a specific experiment from a few..... well, he couldn't remember. But there was a period of time when he was put in a pure white room. Every hour, at random times, a deafening bell rang in his ear. He hated bells.

"Uh- Are you alright?" 

Kirishima jumped. Shït, human interaction. Relying on instinct, he threw a sudden punch at the stranger and started booking it. 'Don't hurt me. Don't hurt me. Don't hurt me.' That thought repeated in his mind as he ran away.

He couldn't stop. He ran across the asphalt roads, where the moving vehicles suddenly had to stop. The metal hunks started honking, frightening Kirishima even more. 'WHY DOES EVERYTHING HERE MAKE THAT SOUND? SHUT UP!!' 

The amount of sounds was deafening to Kirishima's ears. He could hear screeching, ringing, honking, it all echoed and swirled around in his mind. Sudden memories replayed in his mind. He could feel tears pricking at his eyes. He hadn't cried in a long time, why now? 

Kirishima ran into the alleyway he originally found himself in. He was hyperventilating, gasping for air. He was scared. He wished for freedom before. But why is it so much worse than he expected? 

He took in a few more deep breaths. 'The outside world is full of hostilities. Should I stay in this place? It hasn't hurt me yet. So maybe I should just sit down and wait. Death is inevitable, I'll just wait for it...... I wonder....'

'Is there a purpose for me being out here?'

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Jirou got punched in the face from a stranger. For no reason.

She stared at the direction where he had ran off. Had she really scared him off so much he decided to punch her and run away? 

"Kyoka! You got the cake right?"

Jirou turned around found Hagakure. She look down at her hand, which had a plastic bag with a cake box inside. "Yeah, I do," For some reason, Hagakure jumped back. Jirou looked at her confused. "What's wrong?"

Hagakure pointed, well, assumed she pointed at her face. "Your face! It's bleeding!"

Jirou touched her cheek. She could feel the warm blood seeping out. The pain started settling in. She looked at her hand which was smeared red. "That's strange." She mumbled. Jirou got punched. Not scratched, or clawed, but punched. How could she be bleeding?

Hagakure listened in curiosity. "What's strange? The cut?" Jirou nodded.

"I got punched. Yet somehow, I'm bleeding," Jirou said. "Maybe somebody's quirk? What quirk would that even be?"

Hagakure's clothes made a shrugging motion. "I dunno. But we should probably head back and patch it up. The other's are also waiting for the cake."

"Alright." Jirou responded. The two girls walked back to where they came from.

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649 words

A/N- another short, low quality chapter :D