WINGLESS FAIRY | izuocha ; ✓

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( 𝗨𝗡𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗥 !! )
i see !

pov ; THIRD PERSON'S !!

Life is tough, is filled with many obstacles and hardships, even if it does give you blessings, from time to time, the more of it you get, the more you suffer in return. They did say that the world had to be balanced. Which is kind of a bogus in many's eyes.

Balanced and yet we suffer more.

Uraraka could simply agree. She was about to lose someone very special after all.

She knew not when, but she's sure of it. Just like a bubble, a bubble that can pop anytime and vanish into thin air. It makes you happy and fascinated for a short while and suddenly disappears like it was never even there, leaving you silent and in need of making more.

But you can't just make another Izuku appear, once the one beside you cease to exist—

"Hmm, I know." she seem to have answered and agree to whatever her mind was trying to say.
"I know."

As the two of them walk their way home, her mind had been to places, too far away and conflicted for anyone to understand.

The sky had been painted black, and different dark shaded colors, and are plastered with shining shimmering stars. They got back home late, since tomorrow after all, is the first day of the Cultural Festival, everyone worked their asses off.

She felt tired, and just wanted to lie in bed and rest, then maybe when she wakes up, everything will be the alright. Izuku wouldn't leaven

Once she had stepped unto the first step of the bridge, Izuku's voice made her look back, her dead eyes meeting his dark ones.

"Are you alright?"

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rip drop. drip, drip, drip, drop.

"I don't want your life, I want you to be happy."

For some reason, that conversation they had, just a day ago, went and went on a replaying spree in her head. The sound of the rain filled her ears, heavy raindrops falling down and meeting the ground, creating huge puddles she despised.

Weird. It's not raining, yet it sounds like it is.

The look on his face that day, the tone he used, the words he said, were all vividly displayed inside her head, she couldn't get them out, no matter how hard she tried.

She feels a huge gush of wind pass by, showing her hair to the side, as they stood there in the entrance of the said bridge, many passing by.

The city lights, shone brightly. She blinks twice.

Then looked down at her hand that he held. She didn't even notice.

"Urara—"

"I'm not alright." she cuts him off, her eyes void of any emotion, he just stared.

Seeing how he just looked at her made her turn her head away and exhale.

"Why?" As if he really didn't know, Izuku asked, Uraraka could feel his intense gaze on her, which just made her bite her lower lip, before looking at him straight in the eyes.