Allow me to explain, Time.
Time is, in It's own right a powerful tool fit for no one, but also everyone. An ever lasting clock that ticks back and fourth, the pendulum swinging itself, its weight rocking back and fourth within a glass case, held together by nothing more then a chain. It's concept works similarly to the Tick tock of a clock. the chime of time, works as a simple cycle that transcends all aspects of reality and even to the stars above. It defines, who one becomes through time and through trial and error. the Definition for time, after all is...Simple to understand. the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.
So allow me to ask, to you. What is The prospect of time. What is "Time" to you, someone who knows so little, yet so much.
What, is the meaning of time, if time is something we lack all together.
That, is my question to you, Nejire.
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I Do not own the Art, and MHA as a whole goes to there respective owners. The Story/Plot is Deprived from Contrasting and thinking up Ideas that took me quite a bit to long to do this. Let's hope this book can get somewhere.
Deku is a hero who is of course loved by everyone. He helps regardless of the situation. But what if one day which seems like any other day, he sees a woman in the crowd. The woman looked so out of place and even more important she looked scared and hurt.
How can Deku find out what had happened to you when you were unable to talk, too scared to trust anyone and too traumatized to live a normal life?
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I had the idea for this fic under the shower but I still wanted to write it. I apologize for the terrible grammar, English is not my first language so please be patient with me.
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⚠️Trigger warning
This fic contains heavier topics.Things like PTSD and some serious trauma appear so be warned. I'm not sure yet how graphic I will get, but still if you feel uncomfortable with anything like torture and similar, don't read.