Itsumi Midoriya viewed the world differently opposed to her brother's beliefs. She never really found the admiration for heroes, nor did she see the greater good. To put it simply, her mind was something different.
People always noticed her offsett...
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THIRD POV ITSUMI SIGHS AS she walks the darkened streets of Musutafu, it was just after her shift at the restaurant, and she was feeling exhausted. Especially, she didn't sleep the night before...or the night before that. Honestly, she doesn't remember when she had the time to actually sleep, but one thing she does know, is that she's ready to drop dead. The late teen is so sleep deprived that she can't even feel her face.
To make matters worse, Itsumi knew that she was going to have another sleepless night.
The amount of school work could be the cause of her sleepless death by how much they pile on. Honors English was killing her with the lengthy paper her class was assigned, even more so when they just turned in their last assignment. First she had to pick an english novel to read, then write a five thousand word essay about their point of view if they got to live in the story plot - of how will they react, what they would do, why they did that, etc, along with making their own ending. Basically they had to write their own version of the book they read.
Itsumi picked the book that was published almost two-hundred years ago, The Catcher in the Rye. The green haired girl can sort of see herself in Holder's character - the rebellion, the confusion, the despair that she's feeling, the similar downwards spiral. She relates to the character, but of course she still has her differences.
But if she was given the chance to runaway like how Holder offered Sally, Itsumi would have taken it. Unfortunately, this is reality, and she's stuck with the pressures of life, with the expectations, despite her inner turmoil.
Sighing, Itsumi lingers in the street to breathe, for some free time alone. All day, everyday, she's stuck in some sort of pressure. In school she plays the perfect student, perfect attendance, and perfect grades. In the grocery store she works with patience and humility, doing what she's told whilst listening to numerous shoppers. At the restaurant, she plays the part of the respectful server, doing her job and keeping her mouth shut. Then at home, she keeps the role of the doting sister and dutiful daughter.
All in all, she always pigeon holed herself into a certain character. She was never herself.
Walking over a bypass, the green haired teen stops in the middle and watches the blinding lights on the sides of the building. She turns and leans on the railing to watch the cars pass under her.
Closing her red eyes, Itsumi listens to the rushing traffic beneath her, and feels the cool air on her skin.
What if I jumped, she pondered suddenly.
She stepped on the bottom of the railing and leaned forward, suspending her upper half body in the air. She spreads her arms as if she's going to fly.
"You're not going to jump, are you? It wouldn't exactly be a great end to my day," a voice states from her right.
With a sigh, Itsumi leans back and steps down from the railing. Her crimson eyes meet an equally red gaze.
