On my way home, I bumped into a strange little girl.

She had short, silky dark blue hair with startling red eyes. Her big fluffy light blue sweater was tucked into a white skirt and both her hands were bandaged, which went all the way up her arm out of sight. There was something very unsettling about her, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.

Anyway, that's not the point.

Of course, I mumbled my apology and tried to head on my way, but it was never that easy. This fierce little girl grabbed my wrist, a devilish smirk spreading across her face, "Where are you going, onee-chan? You promised to buy me ice cream!"

I raised an eyebrow, my heart rate speeding up, "But I'm not your onee-"

Somehow I ended up buying a strawberry ice cream for this random child and a chocolate crepe for myself. Focusing on that calmed me down a little bit. I can't exactly say something like this has happened before, so I didn't really know what to do.

"Um, I think you're mistaking me for someone else."

"Sakata Ryuuko, right?" She absent-mindedly said, licking some ice cream that had dribble across her fingers.

I was really, really confused, and a little bit scared. "Huh? Do... I know you?"

I got really paranoid that I had met this person and then somehow forgot about it.

She glanced in both directions, quick and sly. Then she bent down and rolled down her sock ever so slightly, revealing and all too familiar, but different, tattoo.

I almost choked on my spit.

She smirked, her whole expression looking like she was nothing but trouble.

~~~

That's how I got stuck with this person who was interested in nothing but sweets.

I didn't expect someone to get me to buy them ice cream, and then show me a tattoo that seemed to dictate my entire life at the moment. Still, I tried to stay calm, I tried not to spiral into my own mind, and I tried to seem in control.

In all honesty, it was scary.

Now that it was here what was I supposed to do?

Akki was in the hospital, and Tomomi and Kousuke have both said that from now on, they were going to get busier and busier. Technically, isn't this the best scenario? It was perfect, and a little suspicious. It seemed way too much like a coincidence especially right after Akki came back all injured.

Still, I couldn't let this opportunity pass. This was finally my chance to answer so many of my questions and to get a little bit of clarity. I've been waiting for something like this to happen, but now that it was finally here, it was a little overwhelming.

While I was excited to learn a lot more about what was happening, I was also a little scared of my current life coming to an end. I loved school, I loved meeting new people and trying to come out of my comfort zone and I didn't want any of that to stop.

At the same time, this is everything I've ever wanted for a very long time.

I can't finally learn so much more about myself.

No, wait, maybe I was getting a little ahead of myself. I took a glance at the girl.

We were sitting in a cafe, with lots of people around and she was furiously sipping on a chocolate milkshake as if this was just another normal day.

We hadn't said a word to each other since she showed me the tattoo, and that was around fifteen minutes ago.

What should I ask her? God, there were so many things.

With no idea where to start, I gulped and counted to three in my head.

"What do you want from me?"

She paid me no attention and kept on drinking like she had been thirsty all her life.

I waited patiently, scared of the answer.

She sighed in happiness, "I don't really want anything from you."

I blinked, a little confused.

"Honestly? You're nothing special. I don't understand why everyone is so fussed over you."

Everyone? I gulped, "But I don't even know who you are."

"No, you don't." She agreed, "That's because you're just a coward who just makes excuses after excuses after... excuses."

I couldn't disagree. I've had eight years to try and figure out anything about myself, but I just kept convincing myself that's there's nothing a school girl like me can do. Maybe when I graduate and get a hero's license and become a hero, I would have a lot more power and freedom of information... is what I always tried to tell myself.

If I'm being honest, I have no interest in becoming someone like All Might.

"So? What do you think we want with you?"

My voice came out quiet and timid like I wasn't sure of what I was saying. "I don't know. All I know is that I've been doodling these black stars all my life and suddenly someone with the same tattoo broke onto my house."

"Hmmm." She hummed, stirring the milkshake with her straw. "You poor girl, that must've been so scary."

"And now you show up in front of me with the same tattoo, but a little different." I continued rambling on and feeling a little desperate, "What am I suppose to think? Why did you show up?"

"This is boring." She complained, "I don't know why I had any expectations, I always end up disappointed."

I ignored the insult. It bounced off like nothing had been said at all, "And I was expecting you people to have a little more purpose."

She started laughing, her eyes narrowing at me in disgust, "You're acting like an entitled brat who's just expecting me to give you the answer. Hehe, it isn't going to be that easy."

I was frustrated.

"That's fair." I swallowed back anything else I wanted to say. "You should give me a little clue though."

She looked like she was trying to suppress her laughter as if the funniest joke had just come to mind. "Alright, here's a clue! It's funny that you claim to have no idea when this was all technically your idea."

"What?"

"Exactly what I said. This was all your fault. You started it, so if you can't remember then that's your problem." Without, she started to get up and clear up after herself.

"Wait, but, what does that even mean?"

She completely ignored my desperate cries, "Maybe, we'll meet again, Ryuuryuu. I hope not! How about you just go ahead and get yourself killed?"

~~~

It felt like a punch in the gut.

Like someone had sucked all the air out of my lungs and my brain was starting to malfunction due to the lack of oxygen. It felt like I was breathing in shards of ice, but they may have just been because it was cold.

Again, I didn't do anything.

The answers just seemed to fall into my lap like they always have. I didn't do anything to deserve to know. Have I truly made an effort? No, I can't say I have.

I headed home and immediately got comfortable. I changed my clothes, put all my school stuff away and grabbed my notebook and tried to think as hard as I can.

I wrote down everything I could remember about the conversation I just had. It seemed a bit redundant and like I was just rambling on, but it made me feel better. Like I was somehow organising all my thoughts that didn't make sense.

Today. Today is the day I will do more.

Do what? I'm not sure exactly, but I have to stop being such a hypocrite.

I started thinking about how she said it was my fault.

Was I really the cause of all this? I thought back as far as I could.

As if on cue, a piercing pain took over my body so suddenly that I couldn't help but cry out and drop to my knees. It felt like my body was being torn to shreds from the inside out.

It would come in waves of pain, all originating from my temples.

I tried not to let out any sound, but I would whimper every now and then as I clutched my hair and cried, thrashing around on the floor. In the end, I resorted to biting down on my arm, curling up into a ball, hoping and hoping it would be over soon.

It didn't make me feel better knowing that I was alone in this empty house, with no one realising how I was suffering.

My vision went out, so I shut them so I couldn't get dizzy from all the different colours dancing in front of me like some kind of taunt.

I never knew how to describe this.

It was like I was feeling hot and cold at the same time.

Eventually, I did fall asleep, curled up on the cold hard floor. When I woke up, my muscles were so sore and stiff that I felt like a rusty old door. I even drooled a little, so I was glad no one was around to see that.

When I did wake up, I closed my eyes again and tried to focus on what just happened. It was like when you first woke up and tried to go back into the dream you had. It was if my mind and body dissociated and were fighting for dominance and control.

I couldn't remember much in all honesty, but what I did remember scared me a little.

It wasn't exactly a memory, but it was like an old feeling.

I was more like an animal than a normal child, spending most of my time outside and even sleeping in an old treehouse. Because of that, I couldn't remember anything about my parents, only the fact that they were never there.

Even so, I was happy. I guess that's all that mattered.

I almost shrieked when I saw that there was a bite mark on my upper arm, bright red and oozing with blood. Of course, I had some gauze up in my room so taking care of that wasn't a problem.

Opening my phone, I had a few texts from Tomomi, telling me that if I wanted to go out that I make sure to take my scarf and keep warm.

I wore a long-sleeved crop top with matching leggings. Still, I grabbed a cardigan and tied it around my waist, intending on covering my midriff because I didn't want to feel so exposed.

I was also thinking about a certain boy who never seemed to be dressed for the weather.

Being outside has always helped me feel a little more at home. That combined with physical movement seemed like the perfect solution to everything. Going on a walk or a light jog or even a run always seemed to make me feel better.

Because I was feeling frustrated, I opted for a long, intense, hardcore run.

In the end, I ever so coincidentally found myself at the park bench. It wasn't like I was thinking of coming here because it made me feel better, defiantly not.

Of course, I sat down with my knees pulled up to my chest, feeling both warm and sweaty from the yet, yet cold because of the soft breeze. This seemed to be the perfect spot to try and sort out all of my thoughts.

This was all my idea?

This was all my idea...

This was all my idea??

No matter how many times I repeated it over in my head, nothing seemed to click. It made no sense. What was my idea? I don't remember deciding to do something with a little girl with blue hair and red eyes. Then again, I can't seem to remember a lot these days.

She was like the opposite of Akki.

Of course, I don't remember, because I don't remember a lot of things.

Breaking into Akito's office would help a lot though, wouldn't it?

It's always locked and the key is currently with Kousuke. I couldn't just pick the lock and bust in because I'm pretty sure there's a special system in place.

Still, Kousuke pops in to air it out sometimes, which includes unlocking the door. Sneaking in through the window might work when he opens it, then when he comes in I could just hide until he leaves to relock the door.

Even if that did work, wouldn't the cabinets and desk drawers be locked? That probably has another key.

But that key has to be inside the office, right?

I wasn't sure how long I just sat there with my eyes, letting my music lull me into a state of pure focus, where my thoughts would drift between the girl, Akki and my so-called terrible parents.

"Sakata!"

I blinked to see Todoroki, staring right back at me. I thought he had gorgeous eyes.

My heart leapt to my throat and I had a sort of fluttery feeling in my abdomen, which felt a little bit like feathers. It was weird, but a good sort of feeling.

Despite my previous mood, I smiled. "Didn't I say we would meet again?"

~~~

IrishHamilfan  the Todoroki to my Ryuu in the sense that she makes me really happy and it's her birthday today and that's really cool and it makes me happy.

So wish her a happy birthday she's the best thing in my life.

I love you <3

Piss off im not talking to you I'm talking to Irish

IM KIDDING DONT LEAVE ME