Ai-art Stories

My second month at U.A. feels like a bruise that won't stop pulsing. After the first tests I expected courage to be simple. It isn't. It tastes like adrenaline and the metallic whisper of fear. I'm sick of holding back. I'm tempted to call Nega forward, to let that raw force answer when my hands tremble. The thought makes my chest both ache and race. The Sports Festival is a furnace of heat and hungry eyes. Under that noise I will be forced to choose: use him and gain the edge, or keep him caged and risk falling behind. Friends who trust me, rivals who want to break me, the crowd that will cheer whichever version of me shows up. Everything narrows to one pulse. I am terrified of what I might become. I am desperate to prove I can be more. I step onto that platform because running away is no longer an option. Original fanfiction set in a world without the canon characters. I don't own My Hero Academia universe or any of the pictures I use to illustrate my fanfiction.

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