"Don't let me go."
"Don't worry, I won't ever let you go. I promise."
Ikari's scar is the first thing that people notice. And it drives them away, since it is the symbol of her father, one of the most feared villains of all time... before he died.
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"How many people have spoken ill-intending words behind my back? How many harsh insults have been thrown at me while I wasn't listening?"-- Hebinoya Ikari
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*warning: slight language
POV—Hebinoya Ikari
Tournament
Don't let me go.
I cannot help but feel like something is wrong.
Something is terribly, utterly, undoubtedly
wrong with myself.
And it just had to hit me
right before the tournament.
Don't let me go.
We are all gathered in the stadium. The steady flow of conversation floats through the air as hot sun beams down on my neck. A slight hunger tickles my stomach, and I blame myself for not getting lunch.
I was too wrapped up in Todoroki's--
Immediately, a spike of guilt consumes me. My stomach churns, making my head light. I swallow nervously, trying my best to push it down. I trace a heart onto my palms, trying to make my heart pound so fast.
Instead, I distract myself by trying to recall Jirou's very rushed story of her and the rest of the girls somehow getting tricked by Kaminari and Mineta into cheering in provocative cheerleading outfits. I don't know how they feel for it, but all I know is that if the two troublemakers managed to even approach me about cheerleading I would've split them both in half.
"Now, let's get to drawing lots for the tournament!" Midnight shouts excitedly from the stage, her eyes glinting with anticipation. She eagerly reaches her hand into a yellow box.
"Um... excuse me?" A lanky arm shoots up from the crowd of students. I turn towards the sudden disturbance, finding Ojiro nervously raising his hand. "I'd like to withdraw." He swings his tail around nervously, his blonde brows furrowed in a slight curve.
A collective gasp comes from the rest of the students. Even I suck in a sharp breath.
It is illogical for him to throw away such an important opportunity. What made him do this?
"Ojiro, why?" Midoriya asks in disbelief. Other students' chatter joins in as well, many of them presenting valid reasons for him to stay. Through all the mutters, Ojiro manages to say,
"I barely remember anything from the cavalry battle until the end." he directs his stare at the purple-haired kid. 'I think it was that guy's Quirk." The student only stands a few distances away from me. When our attention dawns on him, he only side-eyes us and looks away. There is no guilt in his eyes, no obvious indication that he was the culprit, but for some reason when we look away I can feel his menacing glare taunting us.
