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 FELT LIKE she was slowly suffocating. The pressure on her shoulders was getting heavier with each passing day. Her bones ached. She was exhausted, both mentally and physically.
It's been weeks since that day on the bridge. The day where she felt like she could finally be free from society's expectations. She wanted to runaway with that stranger of a man. She saw freedom when she looked into his eyes. So beautiful and crimson just like her own, but so equally enchanting like a siren luring her in. Oh, she was enraptured in his song.
However, she was aware that she couldn't escape just yet, and that thought alone made it feel like she was drowning at sea, being pulled under with the weight of an anchor. She was sinking and her lungs were being painfully filled with saltwater. She knows she should feel grateful that she lives in an apartment with walls around her and has something to eat everyday, but this lifestyle seems so mundane, so fake, so very recited. Her role was given to her at a very young age, and now, she was pulling at the strings to set herself free. Though, with every string she ripped away, more ensnared her body as if she were a marionette.
That's what she felt on a daily basis. Wake up. Go to school. Go to work. Come home. Do homework. And repeat. She was numb yet simultaneously at the same time, dying inside.
Sighing, Itsumi zips up her school bag before slinging it over her shoulders. Grabbing her phone from the bedside table, she then disconnects the headphones from her computer. With everything that she needs in hand, the green haired girl walks out of her bedroom and into the main room of the apartment. Glancing around, her crimson eyes dart around the room looking for her younger sibling.
"Hey, mom, where's Izuku," the older Midoriya asks.
"Oh, he left early. He said something about training for the entrance exams for the UA admissions," Inko explains with a smile.
Itsumi gives a saturated smile, all fake. "That's great! Is he still pursuing that hero dream of his," she questions, forcing herself to be a supportive sibling.
Though the mention of her brother wanting to follow in her father's footsteps to become a hero, it's practically making her body eat itself with overwhelming hate. Digging her long red painted nails into the palms of her hands, the teen listens to her mother speak.
"Of course, he is. It's been his dream ever since he's known about All Might, and you know that he was practically a small child when he discovered about heroes."
"I know," Itsumi states, begrudgingly. "I just don't get why he's trying so hard when he doesn't have a quirk, it's only going to set him up for failure when he realizes that his dream won't get him very far. It's only going to bring him pain," she knowingly tells her mother.
