Wᴇ'ʀᴇ Mᴀɴɪᴀᴄs

Chapter Three

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the universe hates us.

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[ Izuku's POV ]

     I STIR AWAKE FROM my slumber upon hearing some loud yelling. Fluttering my eyes open, I blink a few times, adjusting with the light, only to meet with an unfamiliar sight of a grey ceiling. Pushing myself up from the stone floor, I silently groan in pain from the extreme headache I receive by now and the ringing in my head.
Well what do I expect, getting yourself high and fighting heroes right after does that to you.

     Then furrowing my brows at the still constant yelling, I turn my head to meet an amusing sight of my siblings.

     “LET ME OUT! I SWEAR I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED HEROES!” Himiko screams to the top of her lungs, it was rather annoying as I start to debate on whether I should shut her up or simply cover my ears. I choose option two, feeling that I'm too exhausted to start another bloody argument with Himiko. Leaning back against the cold bars, I watch the chaotic one tries and fails to squeeze her way out of the steel bars that are restraining us, swinging her arms around only to reach nothing but air.

     “Damn it!” My attention turns to the scarred man, supposedly I see him as my brother. By blood or not. Same goes to the others; Himiko and Tomura.
Dabi shouts, kicking the steel bars over and over again, playing the action on repeat. He doesn't look like he'll be stopping his vandalism any minute.

     And there's Shigaraki, sitting mindlessly on the stone floor, glaring again at his legs. I can hear his curses from where I am standing.

     Yep, I'm not gonna bother wasting my breath on these idiots. I know how they're suppose to be older than me, but there's no doubt that between all five of us, both my twin sister and I are practically the most mature ones here. Children... Their tantrums are like the one of a literal spoiled seven year old child that couldn't have the toy they wish for. Even when Naoko and I have our own stupid moments, comparing to these slintheads, we're nothing anyone could handle... At least, I think so.

     Grumbling to myself, I begin to look around. My eyes linger at the room, trying to find my twin's figure anywhere. Spotting her still unconscious on the floor, I smile, carefully walking towards the girl in slumbers. That is, the closer I get, the more I see her shaking in her sleep.

     Of course, something's not right.

     Standing before Naoko, I see her trembling as if in fear. I can see her sweating, brows furrow together and small murmurs escaping her lips, though I can't seem to catch anything she's saying at the moment.

     Is she having a nightmare?

     I bend myself down a little to reach her in order to shake her awake from the haunting nightmare but soon feeling myself froze upon hearing her calls. Her calls to our father.

     Well shit.

     Snapping out of the frozen state I was in, I quickly call out to her name, shaking her body, trying to wake her up from the whatever she is dreaming right now. Whatever dream that includes the one of a dead to be in.

     "Naoko!"

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