IT WAS A SATURDAY AFTERNOON. You were walking down the stairs to the kitchen. You were a civilian, not a very liked one. You get called 'deku' and no I do not mean Midoriya Izuku. 'Deku' means 'uesless' and everyone called you that including your parents and whole family.
You were 19. You never hung out with people but you were decently innocent. You dont swear unless it is needed. You like being a background character, it keeps you put of drama. You were going to go to university but your parents ruined that dream.
Dabi and Shigaraki saw you while you were going to work, they just ruined a small house, looking for trouble. They took a liking to you, maybe your eyes, body, hair, personality; but something was intriguing to them but they cannot think of what.
You had a body of a god/goddess, everyone was jealous of you, making people bully you, hurt you, make fun of you. Many of those people have, died. You dont know why or how they just...do.
You got the food you wanted and went to your room, making art things or playing music. Your parents kicked you out, you had enough money for a apartment but not a lot for food. Everyone at your work wished to work as hard as you do, you get money but not as much as you would like.
You went out for a walk, it was empty. Everything was closed. Pro heroes nowhere to be seen, or maybe your mind was playing with you. You heard something down the alleyway you had to take to get back to your apartment. You were shaking, trembling. Your mind went to the worse scenarios.
You went down. Keep your head low and low profile.
The snickers becames to a end. You saw everything was burning. Blue flames everywhere. You had to run.
RUN RABIT, RUN.
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