The balance between good and evil is anything but simple.
People easily assume it's nothing more than black and white. No in-between.
But some people are forced, manipulated, or tricked into doing both evil and good.
They have no place to go.
No sid...
I yawned, carrying a sleeping Mikoto up to my room. His hair wet from the bath he had just taken, the pajamas he wore ,courtesy of Momo's quirk, were soft, making me subconsciously rub Mikoto's back as I jiggled open my door to my room. The All Might toy from Midoriya's room that I held in my hand making it rather difficult to maneuver around the dorm room building.
My eyes trailed their way to my new bed. The burn marks from the other night gone with my old mattress. The students from the tech part of school invented a special type of sheet for my bed to avoid such a thing happening again.
Gently pulling back my tousled covers, I gently placed Mikoto on my bed, his hands still gripping onto my school uniform shirt as I tried to pry them off softly. Resting them on his stomach, I gently placed the All Might toy by his side, draping the covers over his small body as he groaned out, eyebrows furrowing as he rolled onto his side.
I stood back up, scanning my room seeing a familiar canister on my desk. Picking it up gently, I saw a sticky note attached from Aizawa. The note explaining the small changes they had made to the device.
Looking back at my sleeping brother, I sighed, walking out of the dimly lit room, closing the door and leaving it cracked open for a sliver of light to make its way in. Turning on my heel, I walked back down the narrow halls of the dorms, my focus on the small gadget in my hand, a lot of new renovations had been done to it.
Instead of just a canister that connects to my jacket, it was now an entire bracelet, four small rings dangled off device, sensors inside of them for movement tracking. There was a small wire attaching another sensor to the canister. My guess being that it helped with precision and helped my quirk not malfunction while wearing it.
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Making my way down the steps of the dorms, I squinted my eyes, trying my best to see in the dark as I exited the front door of the dorms, determined to test this hunk of junk out before tomorrow.
Sitting down on the steps, I shimmied the device onto my hand. Peeling back the clear plastic off the small white pad before attaching it to my palm. Slipping on the four rings, and clasping the bracelets together with a small 'click', I smiled. Wiggling my fingers gently I watched as the small pullies attached to each individual ring allowed for optimal movement.
'This is kind of cool,' I mused, snapping my fingers, igniting my thumb into a small flame. My lips forming a sad smile as my mind drifted to the time I first got my quirk.
'Grandma was so happy for me. Heck, even Mom and Dad were excited,' I sighed in defeat, looking up from my hands and towards the dark field ahead of me. 'I should probably stop by the hospital tomorrow after school. The doctors are probably itching to talk to me anyways,'
Hearing the door open behind me, I jumped, eyes darting behind me, following the person as they took their spot next to me, their legs bent as they rested them on the ground.
