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 SINCE THAT FIGHT, if you can call it that, in the classroom the days seemed to fly by quickly. Itsumi didn't mind. Plus, she didn't blink when she noticed that her peers made an effort to steer clear of her path. They even made a point to interact with her less, as if anything they do could trigger her to use her quirk again.
The girl enjoyed the space to breathe, but she did not enjoy the fact that they stared at her - waiting for her to act out. She despised how she could feel their eyes digging into her skin. Nonetheless, Itsumi ignored them and bottled her annoyance.
With the quarter exams passing, the teenage girl managed to keep her spot at the top of the class with no trouble. And with that done, she along with her peers were given a break to breathe. A four day weekend. That meant no assignments, no expectations, no nosy people. It was even better when Itsumi was given days off work because she exceeded her hourly rate.
So, with nothing to do, the girl decided to relax.
In her very stressed life, the Midoriya girl only found solace in a short number of spots. The first place being her bedroom for obvious reasons, behind that door she can rip and tear off all her masks and be herself. The second being on a bench in the park where a tree shadowed over it, when sitting there she could face the passing traffic, something about the rushing chaos seemed to calm her. And lastly, the seaside park that was now full of trash, nobody ever went there which made it even more perfect, and the cool ocean waters made all her problems seem so insignificant and small which in turn, relaxed her.
Now, being dressed in a simple outfit of denim shorts, a black loose tanktop, her signature red jacket, and a pair of leather sandals, the young woman grabs her usual necessities before shoving them into her bag. Walking out of her bedroom, Itsumi instantly plasters her fake smile and maneuvers her body into the main room of the apartment. The teenager quickly takes notice of her brother's lack of presence and quickly notes that in her mind.
Lately, she's been noticing his abrupt changes in schedule. He wakes up and leaves earlier, he returns later than usual, he goes on runs, heck even his diet has changed. Normally, she wouldn't bat an eyelash at this, but with the addition of his poor excuses and supply of white lies, she found it suspicious.
Just what was he doing, she frequently questioned, but she reminded herself of what her mother said not that long ago. Training for UA admissions. Of course training wasn't a thing to question, but she had a gut feeling that it was more than it seemed.
Shaking her head, Itsumi lets it go and tells herself to just relax. She needs this time to breathe, not to stress over what seems like nothing. Quickly telling her mother that she's going out, Itsumi walks out of the apartment before putting on her headphones. The sounds of a woman's harsh vocals paired with heavy drums and striking strings, the green haired teen falls deaf to the world around her. This is her time, no one but her.
