𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓢𝓲𝔁: 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮

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Y/N could feel the scratchiness of her throat as she sobbed. Every time she took in a breath only to let out another cry, it was like a punch to the chest.
The warmth of her face rested against the cold metal bars serving as a barrier to the bridge she sat upon. Her tears seemed to be an intimate stream.

"I thought you were over that," the masculine voice behind her mumbled. Turning, she saw the boy from the previous nights climbing up the wide steps, which were made for toddlers, in order to reach her.
"I-I'd sto-stop show-showing up if I-if I were- we're over it," Y/N weeped, wiping her face with the thick fabric of her sleeves.
Reaching her, he sat down beside her with a large bang and stretched his body out as long as he could for the narrow passageway of the bridge.
"What is it this time? Daddy tell you no more candy?"
She begin to giggle, pressing her hands, covered by her sleeves, against her face.
"You said daddy," she laughed quietly.

"You gonna tell me why you're crying or not?"
"Why do you-do you care, 'splosive-man? I'm just a quirkless nobody who has no experience in the world."
"Never mind then, bitch! Pretend I didn't ask!" He stood up with his, loud, stomping feet and started to walk towards the stairs.
"Hey!" She called after him, "did-did you get what I ask you to get?"

He held onto the railing to think for a moment.
"What are you talking about?"
"I asked you to get perspective. Seems that you didn't do your homework."
She stood up and followed him over, Y/N's hands cupped behind her back.
"That's a late-grade for you, ground zero."

He growled at her nickname for him, which had already gotten to be annoying.
"What the fuck does that even mean?"
Tapping her finger to her chin, Y/N pretending to ruminate.
"How about we have a fight and I'll show you?"
"A fight?"
"Yep! That might give you some perspective!"

He crossed his arms, unsure about what she was doing. The first time he used his quirk on her, she trembled at the aftermath.
"You'll lose if you fight me. Don't you understand that—uh—crybaby?"
"It's not just any fight," Y/N started to descend down to the ground, so he followed her cautiously. "In order to give you perspective, I will set the rules."
The two of them, now in the more open area of the playground stood apart.
"What kind of rules?"

She began to hold up her fingers as she listed them off.
"Number one, no quirks. Number two, you can't leave any physical damage on the other person. Number three, understand that this fight isn't about winning it, it's about the experience."
"You lost me after the first rule," he claimed, "this cant even be classified as a fight!"
"That's why it's about the experience, now are you ready or not?"

Seeing her get into a classic fighting stance, he followed suit, not about to deny the request for a fight against him, no matter what conditions were in place.
"Go!"
He began to charge at her, not exactly sure what move he'd even do that would follow rule number two. In a delayed reaction, the boy decided to push her, making her stumble.

Before he got the chance to gloat, however, she already tackled him face first onto the ground. Y/N held her arm against his neck and squeezed her legs against the sides of his body.
The weird position of his arms left him to no advantage.
"How does that feel?" She hissed, her voice seemingly changing into a different person. "Look at you, a worthless nobody, defenseless against me."

The male below her tried to squirm and protest against her grasp, but the pressure she had applied to his body left him stuck there.
"What is this- get off!" He shouted at her, his face digging into the ground. The sharp edges of the mulch pierced at his skin.
"What's the matter? Are you afraid? How cute!" Y/N's eyes were darkened and showed no awareness of the person she had pinned. Her head shielded the moon from his vision and casted a shadow across his face.
From this position on the ground, completely helpless, he began to feel his heart quicken and his hands shake with fear.

"You can't do shit!" Y/N continued to berate him, "You couldn't even if you tried! A useless piece of shit that doesn't deserve to walk on the same fucking ground as me. Why don't you talk a swan dive off the nearest rooftop?"
Hearing her words and having anxiety finally seize over his body, his hands crackled and let out small explosions that knocked Y/N farther backwards than the one who set them off.

Standing up as quick as he could, his arms still shaking and smoking, he looked at Y/N still lying on the ground.
"Hey!" He called to her, his feet not able to move towards her. "What the fuck was that?!"
Slowly sitting up, rubbing her back which had taken most of the impact.
"You couldn't help yourself, huh?" She joked.
Taking a step forward, he shook his head, making his blond spikes shake, "are you going to explain what the fuck just happened?!"

She sighed deeply, pushing herself up from the ground.
"We had a fight? I thought that was clear?"
"Why were you acting like that?!"
Y/N tilted her head, the weird distance he put between them confusing her.
"To give you perspective," she answered, walking towards him. It made his body stiffen and the heat in his hands and already started to build up.

"I don't—what?!"
"That was the entire point," Y/N answered, "the fight was an experience to give you perspective."
"Perspective of what?!"
The shadow was gone from Y/N's face and instead it had fallen down onto her shoulders, weighing her down.

"Perspective of what life is like as a quirkless person in a world no longer made for them."

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