she needed a hero
so that's what she became

"TAKING NOTES AGAIN?" A honeyed, serene voice trilled through the air, the familiarity of it reaching a mumbling green-haired boy. "Kinda creepy."

Izuku looked up from his notebook, pausing in his scribbles. His eyes widened at the sight of his sister. "Ivette!"

"Hey, wait: you're taking notes? You wanna be a hero?" Ivette turned to see a bald guy with pointed 'x's extending off his head staring at her brother, a large grin stretched across his face. Her eyes narrowed, inching closer to Izuku. The man gave him a thumbs up. "That's great! You can do it!"

Izuku's face lit up, whirling around in surprise and glee. "Yes! I'll do my best!"

A smile tugged at her lips; the happiness radiating off her brother was more than enough to calm her. "Come on, Zuku," she called softly. "We're going to be late for school."

"Oh! Coming!"

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"Since you're all third years, it's time for you to think seriously about your future."

Sitting in class, Ivette Midoriya laid her chin on her palm, gaze sitting amongst the birds in the sky. Oh, how she wished to be one with them, free from the troubles of the world, soaring through the firmaments with broad wings.

Do you think we could fly?

"̸̨͍̭͉̪̠̆̒O̶̙̭̗̲̳̯͓̝̹͕͊͛̂̾̋f̷̝̰̫̻̭̏̍͐͗̂͒͋̄̄͘̚͜ ̴̢̲͕͔͍̬̄̍̒̋͗̓̑̓c̸͎̱̹͈̪͎͋̀̈́̒̊́̕͝͝o̴͍̥̟͉̘̟̞͗̾́̓̃̚̚͘͘͠͠ŭ̷̱͂͗̆̓̾̑͠͝r̴͉͓̪̒̐́̍̈́͠s̶̡̙̹̤̜̳͚̹̬͊̃̋̚͘ͅẹ̵̗̼̗̆̇̀͜.̴̙̙̘̍̑̍́̎̌ ̸̡̣̯̘̺̻͔́̐̓͘͠Į̵̫͉̼̼͇̤̤͈̘͚̒͊͑͂̉̈̕'̵̖͔͎̱̝̿͑̑̐̀́̽̍́̚̕ḻ̶̫̲̳̞̰̞͎̝̞̅̌l̷̫̹̍́̓͆̓͂̈́̈͘̚ ̶̰͂͌s̷͇͓̖͉̩̠̲͙̙̾̿͗̈́͌́̎̍̃͘͝h̸̨̛̩̖̯͖͈̑̊̇̒̈́̅͘͘o̸̢̠̠̹̰͒͜͝ẇ̶̨̬̪̜̞̣̜̭͚̞̑̀̈́͆̀ͅ ̷̡̢̫͍̗̳̝̍̄̎̎̈́y̶̡̮̦͉̯̩̲͒͑͝o̶͇̬͆̇͆͗̐̉ų̶̪̠̙̟̣̪͊̔ ̴̢̠͕̦͇͙͖͈̮̀̀͊̅̒̽ͅñ̶͉̇̆̅̌̊̂̉́̑̄ͅȍ̷͖̀̀̀̃͆̍̽w̶̳͍͌͂̓̆̃͑̑̋.̴̠̫͂̋̒̀"̷̡͉̯̖̠̱̖̦̒̍͑̔

I'm in class.

"̸͉͇̟̗̠̣̜̣̖̈́̄S̶̩̩͕̻͍̑̅͘͜o̶̞͚͇̬̰̫͚̖̔̌?̷͎̘̠̪̩̫̙̟̼̊̋̀̊͂̚ͅ"

I'm not leaving in the middle of a lesson.

"̵̨̕I̷͎̗̦̼̋͂̌̔̎͂̌͐̃͝t̸̜̣̋̋̌́͆̀́'̸̨̜̦̘̫̿̐̅̂̚s̵̰̀̍̐̔̔ ̵̨̲̰̠͍̣̲̙̑̏̒̈̕͝ņ̶͉̲̺̖̻̗́̅o̴̯̞͍̙̞͈͚̠̹͑̾̇̆̉̄͜ͅt̴̛͍͓̯̳̯̊̊͝ ̷̨̛̪̙́̿͗͌͐͜ḻ̶̩̏̊͠ḯ̷̺͙̟͇̈́̂k̷̢̞̰͒̾̄̂̍̂̏́̈́͘̚ę̵̨̛̛̝͓̺͎̈́̏̕ ̵̢͎̍̎͑̾́̇̓i̸̡͇̞̰͍̹̥̖͐͗̐̀̐͜ţ̷̛̫̋̊̏́͝'̵̰̙̒̒̾̋̆̋͒͐͆͌̂l̵̺̭̩̱̾͊̆̈l̷̮̖̳͇͙̻̪̤͖̦͛͑́́̚ ̴̭̤̈́̐͗̍̿̒h̴̯̗̭̩͕̩̙͑̔̂̇̓̑͗͊͌͝ͅũ̵̢̖̩̻͍͈̙͙̎̔̆̒̈̑̀̚̕͠ṛ̵̭͈͔̞͈͐̈́͌́̐͗͆t̴̡͕̞̱͈̜͕̞͍̪̺͝ ̴̘̂͗̅̇̉͂y̸̪̣̖͎̩͎͍̜̻͔̎͒͑̋̓͝ͅo̸̟̪̘̮̬̽̃̿u̸̘̘̖̪͔̻͕̼̽̔̄.̶̪̪͙̙̼̝͈̐͂́"̸̛̭̤̰̣͔̫͇̐̈́͋̎͛͛͂͗͝

I promised mom I'd try.

"̷̢̨̺̱̬͈̗̪̭̳̒̊̓̒P̶̡͕̖̜̮͔͔̂̃͐̓ͅr̸̛̮̆̃̏̀̅͆͂̆̕͘͜o̵̙͚͍̺̮̥̅̌̔̀̽͗͊̎͗̕m̵̨̮͉͉͒̎̋͛i̷͙͍͉͕̟̠̦͐͋̇͒́͑̕͘͜s̴̱͔͎̘̦̗̠͔̫̘̉̆e̸̛͍̪̺̝̤̠̐̀̅͆̂́́̀s̴͚͉̜̣̽́ ̸̮̫̣͙̔͋a̷̪̗͂͆͂̇̀̑̈́̕r̵̡̛̛̥̪̘̖͍̣͕̼̟̔̐̔͠ě̵͕̦͓̼͔͉̘̘̱̣̻̾̉͗͆̑̏̏ ̸̛͓̣̟̖̗̟͗͑̉͘͘m̴̟͙̮̲̼͔̮͉̟̔̊̎̑̍̌͐͘͝ͅǎ̷̡͇͇̠̺̩̲̟̼̫̣̈́̌̈́d̵͕͚̰̙̠̪̈́͋̋͊̋̒͝e̵̹̺̟̯̒́ ̵̱̣̩̹̖̥̮͝ț̴̪̟̮̙́͆̌̈̓̓͒̉͘͠ͅó̶̖̥͔͔ ̵̇̾͂͆͊́ͅb̸̢̜͆̽̒̄̉̉̋͂̎̎ë̴̢̛̼̩̣͖̻́̾͐͛͘̕ ̸̻͔͍͈͇̠͈͚̦͚͋͌̅͌̒̚̚͜ḅ̶͇͉̺̲̺͐̆͘ŗ̸̧̨̢̥̲͉͉̃̒͂͒̀̌̄̎͛̃̚ơ̶̮͇̜̬̹͇̰̣̆́͌̿̊̀̃̽́̈́ḱ̸͍͚́͊͒̊͒è̸̬̮̉͘͠͝n̴̙̭̊̔͠.̶̭̝̳̍̈̄̀̋̈̊"̵̤̭̫̬̗̔̏̒̂

I don't think so. I keep my promises.

"̶̛̲̍̈̽T̸͉͈̙̯̺̙̚h̷̺͈͂̍̎͂̂̚͝ä̷̢̧͖̫̹̺̪̭̽̃̆̈́̀͐̈́͌̾̐t̸̢̢͇͔̥̄̄̾̎͗̐ ̵̤̠̰͙̣̼̑̏̃̿͊͋s̵̝̙̥̪͍̣͚͒̈́̑ͅo̵̬̼̰͋̉͌́́͂̕̕u̵̜̐͗͗̐̀̽n̵͖̬͎̣̗̜̯̠͑̊̒̄̃̽̃̀͜͜͝d̷̪͕͚͒͒̚s̷̡̛̤̅̉̍̎̿̅̾̀́ ̶̙͓̰̞̪͇̩̻͕͐͂̃͌̅͜l̶̡̡̻͈̜͚̥̮̟̤̉̆͝i̷̧̗̅̿͘ķ̷̤͈͍̩͔̘̯̋̎̏ę̶̼̖̺͖̏͆͘ ̵͉̻̌͘͜a̸̱̲̬̙̭̽̃͗̔͜ ̵̢̣̲̰̽͋̀̐́̒̕y̷̧̧̳̹͚̪̑̋̑́̔ó̴̬̬̼͚̝͠u̸͎̠̝̲͖̚̕͠͝ ̷̱̺͙̑́̓̈p̴̠̪͉͊̓r̴̙̪̲̈́͊͗o̸͙̜͚͇̟̩̞̱̺͍͐̓̓̇̓̒͑̄̌b̶̮̤̽̇̔̎l̵̢̜̘̠̠̭̘̙̤̱̆̎̅̎̅̀͛̂̚͜ẽ̶̻͖̩̲͕̖̙̞̃̔̀́͑̄͒̎̚͜m̷̡͙̳̗͕̘̭͓̫̾̈.̷̘͌̒̏̍̆̒͘͝͝͠"̵͖̦́̀͋̐̽͗̾͐͐̀͠

Ivette resigned to ignoring the spontaneous babbles that echoed in her head.

"I'll pass out handouts for your future plans now, but–" the blond teacher swept the papers off his desk, looking at his students with a splendid expression–"you're all pretty much planning to go into the hero course, right?"

"YES!"

"Yes, yes, you all have wonderful quirks! But using your powers at school is against the rules!"

The commotion resulting from her peers' overexcitement exasperated Ivette, but, like every other day, she tuned them out.

"Sensei!" came the ever so lovely voice of Katsuki Bakugo. "Don't lump us all in the same group. I'm not gonna be stuck at the bottom with the rest of these rejects!"

"̸̢̨̥͖͕̭̹̑͐̂͊̒̌̈́H̶̻̳͖̗̯̳͋̎̃î̴̱͚͔̤͓̆͊̊̐̀͋͂͜s̸̝̠̜̻̠̙̯̄ ̸̺͖̫̖͍͈͖̰̀ͅv̵̧͖̟̫̞̱̤͇̮̑̎̿̏o̶̢̯͓̻͇͑̑͋̂̐͒̚í̴̝̐͠c̷̻̻̻̘̰͇̱̭̠͈̐̀͌̔̈́͛̾͊͑̀̊e̵͚̞͇̦̍̓̌̚͝ ̴̛̯͈̙̟̭͆͗̀̂͗̾̋ą̶̹̠͓͈͈̻̲̝͙̏͗̈́̔͗̍̄̚n̷̢̢̩̭̞̲͉͖̗͒n̵̫̱͙̔̀̾͘͜o̶̢̩͇͓͕͈̳͇͇̜͗̊͗̂̉̽̕̕̚y̵̯̳̯̝̝͍͈̓̿̏̎̾͐̀̈́̐͊͜͜͝ş̷̤͇͙͚̳͉͈̮͓͛̋̀̐̇͆̍̈́͛̕̕ ̷̢̧̼̥̼̜̬̈́͗̿̔͒͘m̶̭̟̉̂͌͐̾́͆͑̕͠e̴͔̝̝͔̯̠̰̤͌.̵͚̗͉̦̾͜͜"̴̨͕̀͑̆̐͐͒̚͠ͅ

I agree.

"̵̳̞̱͇̐̓̿͐̂̈́...̸̧̧̮̼̳̝̉̏͑́̒̒̾̀̐̒͝l̶̪̹̦͈̘̥̪̣̲̾͊̀̓́̀͘̚̚͠ͅḭ̷͙͎̪̥̆̅͊̊͛͂̂͛a̸̡͚̘̠͉͔̿̎̈́r̵̳͔͙̥̘͍͍̩͐̓̋̒̓̈́ͅͅ.̴̫̝̭͒̏̾͑͑̑"̶̢̡̙̝̱̼̻̣̩͇̬͒

"That was uncalled for, Katsuki!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

"You all should shut up like the extras you are!"

"Oh, if I remember correctly, you want to go to UA High, right, Bakugo?" questioned their teacher, peering down at his tablet.

"UA? That national school?"

"It was in the top 0.2% this year, you know!"

"Their acceptance rate's always really low, too!"

Ivette glanced behind her, noticing her twin bury his head under his arms.

"That's exactly why you guys are just extras!" Bakugo exclaimed, jumping onto his table. "I aced the mock test!" Ivette rolled her eyes and turned away from the arrogant blond standing beside her, looking back out at the window. "I'm the only one at this school who could possibly get into UA. I'll definitely surpass All Might and become the top hero!"

What a childish ambition.

"My name'll be inscribed on the list of top earner!"

"Oh, yeah, Midroiya-kun wanted to go to UA, too, right?" The class froze, twitching in their seats and turning to the quirkless boy huddled in his chair. They burst out into laughter.

"Huh? Midroiya? No way!"

"You can't get into the hero course just by studying!"

"Th-They got rid of that rule!" defended Izuku, sweatdropping at being the centre of attention. "There's just no precedent..."

Bakugo lunged forward, palm smashing against the desk behind him and exploding the top half. Izuku jumped back instinctually, falling to the ground with a wince.

"Hey, Deku!" he yelled, palms smoking. "You're below the rejects! You're Quirkless! How can you even stand in the same ring as me?"

"No, wait, Kacchan! It's not like I'm trying to compete with you or anything!" Izuku scurried away from the boy, trembling with fear and anxiety. "Believe me!" He looked to the ground, swallowing thickly. "It's just that it's been my goal ever since I was little. And, well...I won't know unless I try..."

"Whaddaya mean unless you try?!" A haunting aura warped the class, piercing eyes staring down at the boy on the floor. "Are you taking the test for fun?! What the hell can you do? You're Quirkless!"

"Bakugo."

A stern, saccharine voice rang through the classroom, silencing the students. They turned towards the left, glancing at the girl sitting by the window, green hair glinting under the classroom's artificial lights, pulled back into a high ponytail and curling towards the ends. She donned the regular school uniform: a black blouse, the red ribbon tied loosely around her neck, a navy pleated skirt, finished with knee-high socks and the indoor slippers provided by the school.

The students in the classroom, both male and female, swallowed thickly, greedily feasting their eyes upon the divine being, a pure, pale aura emitting off her — piercing, sweet; sharp as death, or sin.

Katsuki turned to her, eyes narrowed. "Huh? You going to UA, too?!"

Ivette scoffed. "No. But if Izuku wants to go, then he can." Her eyes moved to his, emerald eyes ringed with silver rooting him in his spot. They twinkled with a sharp gleam, like a tiger stalking its prey. Her gaze, both a wise professor and a bloodthirsty assassin, demanded respect and promised severe ramification if denied otherwise. "Whether he has a quirk or not, it doesn't matter. Out of everyone here, Izuku's best suited to be a hero."

"HUH! WHAT'D YA SAY?!"

"You call everyone a reject, but in truth, you're all pathetic. A hero?" Ivette scoffed. "Please. That's the last thing any of you will ever be." She laughed coldly, the sound sending chills down her classmates' spines, freezing them in their spots, especially a certain explosive boy. "Heroes are meant to bring hope and faith, be kind and save people. They're not meant to tease or belittle them just because they don't have quirks. They're meant to make people safe, comfortable. Not ostracise those that are different."

She turned to them with stoic eyes, green orbs telling the truth, and only the truth.

"From what I've seen, you're all better off as villains."

"̴̮͖̖̥̱̬͉͚̃W̶̡̢͙̟̫̭̝̼̻͓̓̐̋͂̅͘ͅh̷̜̭͔͍̦̝̼͐̑͜͜ą̵̧̘̞̠̯͗͋͑͒͂̐͐ͅt̶̪̝͐̽́̽̏ ̶̙̟̟͇͘ͅa̶͉̔̌͒͠ͅ ̷̯͍̞̱̆̀͐̽̃̽͝ͅm̵̧̢̢̡͕̥͙̙͎̞̖̆̈́͝į̶̖̘͖͚̺̙̖͚̑́̓͝c̸̜̍-̴̛̳̞͈͖̝̹̖̜̗̋́͝ď̴͙̦͓̺̝͖̺̻̖̮͗̆̔r̸̨͍͓̪̠͍͍̉͆̅̉́̂́͋̂͜o̷̱͙̙͆̄ṕ̶͖ ̶͖͓̼̳͚̹͐̀͑̆͜͠m̷̙̝͇͉̙͂̎͒̽̈̈́͂͆̀͝͝o̸͖̲̙̔̿̃̽̐́̿̓̚͠m̴̨̢͕̬̗̲̼͍͈̄͜e̶̮̘̭̞̤̳̬͈̓͛̐̀̂̈͜n̴̖̱̲̆̊̆̍͊̓̄̊͜ͅt̴̨̲͖̯̻͇̬̤̺̍͒͒͗͐̽̄͝.̷̢̦͙͎͆͌͗͊͗͒"̵̢̦̪̥̪͉̙͒

Silence asphyxiated the classroom, every student frozen in their spots, even the teacher at the front of the class found himself at a loss for words. The shrill of the bell broke the silence: Ivette stood, collecting her stationary and placing them in her bag neatly. Slinging the strap over her shoulder, she made her way to the back, extending a hand to her twin.

"Let's go to our next class." Izuku shakily accepted it, eyes wide with awe at the courageous and honest words of his sister.

They watched them leave, eyes trailing after the green-haired beauty. Where was the weak crybaby? Ivette Midoriya, the frail, useless girl that was once Katsuki Bakugo's princess. Where was she?

She was gone.

In her place stood a wise and mature badass. Ivette Midoriya, who gave no shits and took no shit. She was her own person, all grown up.

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Leaning against the school gate, Ivette disregarded all the students that came up to her to apologise. She merely glanced at them, rolling her eyes. "If you want to apologise, apologise to Izuku. I don't care."

Returning her gaze to her phone, she quirked a brow at a text from her brother.

izuku
go on without me.
i'm going to look for more heroes to jot notes for

ivette
okay.

Ivette only sighed, slipping her phone in her pocket and taking off. She adored her brother, but he was beginning to develop an obsession.

What's so good about heroes, anyway? she wondered, walking through the familiarised streets, her hands shoved in her skirt pockets.

"̵͚͂ͅŃ̶̗̙o̸̔͜͠t̴̨͎̔́h̷̠́̄i̶͇̽n̷̺̄̿ǵ̸̱.̷̮̌̔ ̸̠̬̾T̸͓̀ḩ̶͒̑ḛ̴̂ͅy̴̦̑'̸͓̓r̶͚̐e̴̼̮͌̌ ̷͍̤̏̚à̶̰͝ ̵̙̒b̴̨̩͗u̷̱͝n̷̢̓c̴͛͘͜h̶̞̜͐ ̸̬͓̓̃ǫ̴̼́̕f̵͚̺̅̚ ̴̡͓̇̍ć̷̫͘l̷̳̩̆̕ơ̴͉͗w̴̠͎̅n̸̼͗s̷̤̲͒͝ ̴͔̓r̵̛̭̣̈́ṳ̵̿n̶̙͛n̴͈̻̎i̴̲͙͆ṋ̴̆g̶̤̚͜ ̶͖̩̋͝a̴̢̎r̷̬̫͊o̵͔͚̚ü̶͈̎n̷̙̉d̵̤͓̑ ̸̜̚͝ǐ̵͓̲̇n̵̹͎̒ ̵̭̣̀s̸̲͆͂p̵̞̭͌ä̷͖́n̷̩̝͌d̵̳̕e̶͚̟͌̅x̷̧̊͗ ̶͉́̊ā̸̞̉n̴͚̺̓d̸̟̻͂ ̶͚̬̍̚p̷͔̊ŕ̷͔̋ĕ̴͚͛ã̵͕͔̉ĉ̷̲͉h̴̩͠í̴̺̖ń̸͓g̸̩͎̏ ̷̡̭̆͝j̴̡̬̑͂ú̸̧s̷̫͝ṭ̷̆ị̶͛c̷̹͠e̷̡͓͛͠ ̶̟͚̊͝w̵̬̳̒͘ḥ̵̑e̷͍̊̔n̵̢̛͙̆ ̵̻̪̑̕t̵͍̠̋͐h̵̭͙̀̎ě̴͙̓y̴̧͆ ̸͇͛̓ţ̷̤͝ḫ̶͈̀ē̶̠m̷͕̺̅̚s̸̩͗ë̴̩́l̷̻̏v̴͈̾e̶͉̋͌ͅŝ̶̘͠ ̸̡͖̿͊ḏ̷̭̓ǫ̷̭̑́ ̴̨̡͝n̷̗͘ỏ̷̳̰̋t̶̙̦͂ ̸̘̖́f̶̯̦͝o̸̧̅͜l̸̥͔͊l̵͔̠̉͊ǫ̶̪͂̇w̷̨̝̓̀ ̸͚̋ṯ̸͑͝h̵̢̐͘e̶͙̹͝ ̴͔̪̀r̴͕̝͆u̵̜͖͗l̶̤̞̆e̴̥̐s̴͎͋ ̶̜͓̎̕o̵̡̤͊f̸͍̔̔ ̶̡̬̄h̸̡͔̽͝ṵ̶̭̈́m̷̭͗̓ä̴̺͕́̕n̵̹̈́ỉ̶̗ṭ̸̹̊̈́y̵̘͍̿͝.̸͕̍̕"̵̭͎́̉

Stares from teenagers adorning the same uniform followed after her, whispers tumbling out of their mouths. By the end of the day, everyone had heard Ivette Midoriya's wise yet threatening words. Some were impressed whilst some simply scoffed; others were shaken awake from their self-absorbed coma.

Were they truly walking down the path of villains?

It was just a little bit of teasing, right?

Wrong.

Absolutely, devastatingly, wrong.

Teenagers were assholes — especially when given some sort of power to funnel their ego.

A gasp tore through Ivette, a sticky substance engulfing her. "Don't worry," called a vicious, distorting voice. "I'm just going to take over your body."

Ivette thrashed in its hold, her bag sliding off her shoulder, tumbling to the floor and spilling all her books. She attempted to elbow it, but the monster laughed, its body moulding around her limb.

"You can scream all you want," it taunted, lips spreading into a savage grin. "No hero is going to save you."

A burning fury ignited within Ivette. She clenched her hand, nails digging into her palm. The raging fire rampantly flourished, eyes flashing with indignance and anger, much like lightning on a pitch-black night. Her cheeks flared a ruby red colour, eyes twitching, pupils narrowing into slits. The monster mistook her shakiness for fear, squealing with delight as it shoved more of its goo into her mouth.

I don't need a fucking hero!

A burst of viridity illuminated her body, encompassing her in a soothing, familiar warmth. Ivette thrusted her palms open, an eruption of energy separating her from the monster forcefully.

It screeched, goo stilling against its will.

Struck with awe and terror, the monster could only watch as her hair flew upwards, orbs glowing a divine emerald. A gentle, horrifying mist revolved around her, penetrating its mind with the compulsion to submit without any objections.

"MERCY!"

Ivette watched as the monster scampered away from her, plunging back into the underground sewage. She rose her arms, wisps of green swirling around her fingers, purring delightfully like a cat does when its owner returns. Ivette glanced down to her clothes, spotting the stains splattered across the fabrics. Her lips curled downwards.

"Damn," she muttered, feet landing back on the ground, her quirk deactivating. "What a pain."

She ran a hand through her hair, cringing at the sticky feeling.

"̶̙̱̐̑D̵̮̾ỉ̷̤̳͚̈́̒s̸͈̞͝ğ̸͔̓͠u̸̥̹̿̆̉s̴̖͘t̷̙̲̺̅̊ḯ̴̗͇͛͂n̴͇͕̙͋̈́̍g̷̰̜̈͗̎.̷͈͔̾͌̓ͅ"̸̱̔̓

I need a shower.

"̸̡̬̒̋̊̃̓͝Ỹ̵̟̻̰͙̟͖̣̇͝e̶̦͔̱̠̰̽͒a̴̧̜̹̻͕͔͑̐̈͛h̸̜̾͊͂̒͊̉̈́,̷̰͑̍͑̄̏̔͘ ̴̰̻̈́͌́y̷͔̮̥̔̀o̵̧̯̗͌u̷͙̭̻̘̹͐̀̇̉͒͜ ̵̢͉͓̯͇̹̭̃̒̎s̶͍̾̍̍ṫ̵̖̖ī̸̙̭̯̐̓̊͗̓n̸̡̪͓̬̥̲̄͒k̷̡̛̰̭̝͓̙̞̓́̿̈.̷̢̠͓̥̜̱̋̚"̵̫̹̜̩̃̄͊̉̾̒

Fuck off.

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Returning home, Ivette's mother informed her about the sludge villain attack. That's the same monster that came after me, she mused, dumping her bag onto the couch and listening to the tv reporter.

"̶̛̜͚͇̖͂̎̄͑͆̏̋͐ͅU̴̥̥̲͓͈͖̟̐̈́́͋̋́s̷̢̱̥͕͙̖̪̬̤͊̀͑͋.̷̼͎̣̮͔̭̩͔̱̀͛̽̆̐̈́"̸͎͓͔̼̲͋̌̏̑̾͗͐̚͘

Ivette ignored his correction.

Worry propagated through her body at the sight of her childhood best friend's picture on the screen. Where's Izuku?

She dove to her phone, flipping it open and dialling her twin's number, teeth clamping on her thumbnail, her foot tapping against the floorboard anxiously. Where is he?

With no other option, Ivette dialled the one number memorised into her brain.

"Hello," came the gruff voice she could recognise a mile away.

"Do you know where Izuku is?"

"HUH? Why would I know?" Ivette sighed, and the line fell silent.

Two soulmates, although unaware of the bond they shared, stood with their phones pressed to their ears. One hoped for more whilst one held back the words threatening to tumble out of their mouths.

Sucking up her pride (and gathering her courage), Ivette hesitantly asked, "are you okay?"

"Tsk. Of course, I am. It was nothing."

Ivette hummed — she could hear the lie as clear as she could see the sky. "You aren't fooling me," she said; she knew the boy like the back of her hands, after all, "but whatever you say, Katsuki. Just let me know if you see Izuku."

"Tsk."

The line ended there, no more words spoken.

But, oh, how they longed to say so many things to each other.

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ivette
i'm here if you need to talk.