"E-Everyone sniff im looking forward t-to hearing all your stories of sniff h-how fun sniff the camp was." Mina, Kaminari, Sato and Kirishima—otherwise known as the ones who failed the practical exams, had a gloomy aura surrounding them. "Maybe they'll end up letting you go—there might be a last minute twist or something!" Midoriya tried to cheer them up but was stopped as Sero put his hand on his shoulder. "Stop midoriya, by saying that out loud, you're just jinxing them.."
The pretty boy sighed as Kaminari had comical swirls around him along with the same purple and gloomy aura. "They said whoever failed the exams will have to skip training camp and learn in summer school hell. We didn't pass the practicals so we're doomed. Don't you get it Midoriya!" he yelled about to poke the green haired boy in the eyes but (Y/n) quickly grabbed his wrist yanking him back.
"What the fuck Kaminari!" she clutched her eyes—she got poked instead of the boy she yanked back. "Or did All Might knock all the brains out of you!" the electric boy yelled in despair as he dramatically fell back onto her, she caught him while her eyes were still shut. She pat his head "Ease up Kaminari." she rubbed her eyes. "She's right, i'm not sure i'll get to go either. Our team only passed thanks to Mineta, i got knocked out and since we don't know how they're scoring them stuff, i might have flunked." the black haired boy explained.
Kaminari trembled even more, (Y/n) continued to rub her eyes and the two behind her were fussing over it. "Chill out, im cool." Comical streams of tears ran down the yellow haired boys face as he clutched the girl tighter. "At least bring us some camp souvenirs please!" The door had slammed open and everyone was already in their seats "Once the bell rings you should be in your seats." Aizawa stood at the entrance of the classroom with a stack papers under his arm.
The class was silent "Morning, unfortunately there are a few of you who did not pass your final exams. So when it comes to the training camp in the woods..." the gloomy aura intensified "...everyone is going!" the teacher gave a shit eating grin as the four who failed, moods changed. "It's a last minute twist!" they yelled out simultaneously. "Wait we really get to go to camp?!" Kirishima asked in slight disbelief but excitement. Mina clenched her fists in front of her as she smiled a teary eyed smile "Seriously?!"
"Yeah, the good news is that no one bombed the written exam. Five failed the practical, badly, two teams of course and then Sero failed as well." the latter groaned as his background turned purple and blue, he face palmed. "Aw! I knew it, Mineta made it to the gate but i didn't do near enough to pass." A small paper ball hit the back of his head and he turned around—the blue haired girl gave him a thumbs up and an encouraging smile. His mood lifted.
"Allow me to explain—for the practical battles the teachers made sure to leave a way for the students to win. Otherwise, you never would've stood a chance, we were interested in observing how you each worked together and approach the task at hand." the black haired man explained as Ojiro looked up to him "But didn't you promise that the teachers wouldn't be holding back?" he raised an eyebrow.
"That was just to get you on edge, besides, the training camp will focus on building your strength. Those who failed need those lessons the most, we were never going to separate you." he exposed. "That was just a logical deception that we used." he grinned again. "A logical deception?!" the four gaped at him, Iida trembled in his seat.
"He tricked us all along,..i should've expected this, Mr.Aizawa! This is the second time you've lied to us!" the class rep stood up abruptly with a raised hand. "Aren't you afraid we'll lose faith in you?!" he yelled out and Uraraka deadpanned behind him. "Uh...a little blunt there Tenya." she said. "That's a good point, i'll consider it But i wasn't lying to you about everything." he turned to the five who were celebrating amongst each other.
"Failure is failure, we've prepared extra lessons for the five of you." The five paled considerably. "Frankly—it's going to be far tougher than the summer school lessons." he announced. (Y/n) looked at the small pamphlet in front of her, it was the training camp guide. "This is going to be great, i'm glad we're all going together." the tailed boy exclaimed as she sighed while she ran her fingers through her hair.
"Looks like we'll be at the training camp for a full week." Iida peered down at the book so did the green haired boy next to him. "I've got to find a bigger suitcase." he thought out loud as they looked up to Kaminari. "Yeah, i don't even have a bathing suit, i guess i need to buy some stuff." the electricity user said and she packed up her things to head home. "Guys—since we're all off tomorrow and we finally finished exams i have the best idea! Why doesn't class 1-A go shopping together!"
"Hey...yeah! We've never hung out as a class before." Kaminari agreed with Hagakure with a wide and excited grin. Kirishima turned to a certain ash blonde "Bakugo! See you there right?" he questioned but the boy continued to walk away "I can't think of anything more annoying." he grumbled and the blue haired girl swung her school back over her shoulder.
"Will you come (L/n)? Todoroki?" the green haired boy walked up to the two with a questioning gaze. "I visit my mom on days off." the dual haired boy shook his head slightly, the other turned to the girl with expectant eyes. "I'll see, i probably have something to do—no guarantees." Shoto hugged her arm as they exited the class room. "Party poopers, don't you get tired of being so serious?" Mineta waved around his fist and she flipped him off.
'Annoying grape.'
The next day class was out and some of class 1-A decided to take advantage of that and have some fun together. (Y/n) was one of them, she didn't exactly feel like going anywhere but it would be better to get her mind off of the constant nagging in her subconscious. Along with the newfound resentment she hated—it was eating away at her. She didn't want to feel like that towards Shinsou but something was off about him.
She couldn't figure that out either, so it would be better to distract herself instead of spending the day alone in an empty apartment—Shoto, Fuyumi and Natsuo had gone to visit Reí. Come to think of it, she hadn't met the woman yet, part of her doesn't really want to but the other wants to let her know that her children are in good care. Maybe a letter would suffice, she got out of the shower with the urge to scratch at her scars.
They were starting to get itcher, or maybe it was all in her head, who knew at this point. Searching through her closet she frowned 'There's nothing to wear..!' The blue haired girl rummaged through the closet—finally!—? Does brown and blue go together? She didn't know, her eyes started twitching—she just kept the black bra on and threw a white blouse over it along with white jeans—'I hope this doesn't get dirty too quickly, the silicone better not peel off.'
She pressed down in the middle of her fairly large chest to secure the skin colored plastic above the inked skin underneath. She would have to let her skin air out when she came back home—all black shoes and she was walking on the sidewalks leading to the large mall. The white pants were high-waisted but due to her slight growth during the internships—they went a little below her belly button.
She felt the burning stares of men on her body and she clenched her fists walking faster. 'Fucking perverts, if they try to touch me i'm going to punch the shit out of them and rip their teeth and eyes out, break their fingers too.' But also, the stares of women who looked at her with either disgust—or envy. Disgust because of the multiple nasty scars on her body but envious at her genetic proportions.
The ex-vigilante covered her chest with her crossed arms—some of the men had wives next to them. Hotter than them too, what a shame, her nails started to dig into her bicep once she felt someone start to follow her. She didn't glance back and continued to walk faster, the steps got louder and she was about to start to sprint but a hand landed on her shoulder.
Reflexes activated on instinct and she spun around on her heels—top speed. She grabbed the hand and bent it backwards on the point of breaking, her other hand grabbed the persons cheeks and squished them together roughly. A noise a surprise slipped from her dry lips as she saw Iida in her grip—he looked at her in fear and she realized what she did. Her eyes widened and she let go immediately.
"I'm sorry Iida-san! I didn't mean to, i thought you were some perv trying to follow me..! Here let me help-" he flinched back away from her touch and clutched his arm. The boy noticed a flash of betrayal, hurt, shame—and other emotions flash through her eyes but quickly faded away as fast as they came. "It's fine (L/n), i shouldn't have followed after you like that! It won't happen again, my sincerest apologies." the boy was about to bow but she grabbed him by the shoulders before he could.
"Seriously, it's fine—i'm sorry i almost broke your arm. I left a scratch on your face." her lips deepened into a frown—Iida didn't like that so he quickly denied any pain. She looked at him unimpressed and put her hand on his cheek to wipe the blood off. His face flushed and he quickly swatted the hand away, slightly smacking it in the process 'Did i really scare him that much..?' she faltered and took out a small bandaid from her pants pocket.
It had pink and red hearts all over it—the boy took it either way. "I'm sorry Iida-san, but you were heading to the mall right? Wanna walk together?" she sidestepped and turned her body to face forward. "If that's fine with you, then sure." They walked together and (Y/n) stuffed her hands in her pockets. "Doesn't it bother you?" she glanced at the navy blue haired boy with a raise eyebrow.
"Hm? Waddya' mean?" he hinted at the people around the area—specifically men, staring at her exposed skin. "I'm used to it." she replied blandly but his face scrunched up "But you shouldn't be...they shouldn't even be looking at you in the first place." he pointed out with a small hint of anger in his tone. "So you don't care about what i'm wearing..?"
"What you're wearing is not of importance, it should be about people that need self control and restraint." she blinked at him owlishly, once, twice. "To be honest, i thought you would yell at me." he shook his head "We are not in school therefore i do not have authority or control over what you decide to do. But as your friend i will warn you if needed." A small smile graced her lips "You're my friend?" He looked at her bewildered "Of course."
"So can we hold hands?"
"That's what couples do..!"
"We're a couple of friends."
"That's not what i mean—!" They bickered back and fourth like an old married couple but eventually (Y/n) got him to hold hands with her. "You have a nice necklace (L/n)." the boy complimented the pearls around her neck with a small tint of pink on his cheeks. She swung their interlaced hands back and fourth "Thanks, what else do you like about me Iida-san?" she gave a cheeky smile making him sigh.
"A lot of things." he let his hand be swung around by hers, he noticed something though—the tips of her fingers were calloused. Maybe she played an instrument or something but other than that—her hands other than the scarred parts were soft. "Oh really? I'm just that great aren't i?" another cheeky smile that showed her sharp teeth. "If you want to believe that—then i won't stop you (L/n)."
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Eventually they had arrived at the shopping mall still holding hands. "Where do you think they are?" she looked around to try and spot her classmates but ultimately failed. "Im sure that by those vibrant hair colors—our classmates are over there." she turned to where he was pointing at and nodded "Let's go then Iida-san." she tugged on his hand slightly.
They walked up to their classmates together. "Oh man do i love this place! It's got tons of different stores to shop at and they're all super cool and hip!" they heard Mina gush as they got closer. "The Kiyashi Ward shopping mall!" she added excitedly. "Hey, have you guys seen Iida and (L/n) anywhere? It's not really like them to be late." Uraraka had a questioning tone in her voice "We just got here."
The group turned to face the new arrivals— some of them felt a pang in their heart at seeing their interlaced fingers. They quickly regained their composure—Midoriya started to mutter about how there were different types of stores for various people. "You're going to scare the children." Tokoyami crossed his arms over his chest and (Y/n) swatted the comical mutters away from poking her face.
"Woah! Are those U.A students?" The latters turned to the people who called them out. "1-A!" a man with a red tank top pointed. "I saw them on TV!" another one announced 'Woah, he's cute.' the blue haired girl shook the thoughts away. "The sports festival was so good!" they yelled out in unison and there was a gentle tug on her white pants. She let go of Iidas hand and he ignored the way he missed the warmth.
"Um...can i have your autograph miss?" she turned around to face a little boy with dark grey hair. The girl smiled and kneeled down to the little boys level "Of course, are you here alone?" He shook his head with a shy smile "My older sis brought me." he gently gave her the paper and pen—she signed with the red inked pen "That's pretty cool, try not to get lost okay? It's pretty big around here." he nodded as he took back the paper.
"Bye miss!" the dark grey haired four year old ran towards a girl with the same dark hair—she looked up to (Y/n) and blushed. 'Probably junior high.' she smiled and waved but the girl turned away with a red face quickly. Everyone had agreed to split up and meet back around three o'clock, so the girl went on her own to find some jeans. Even if she had some that fit her—she needed more, entered a clothing store with a yawn.
'What a bore, i don't have anyone to shop with.' she scratched her jaw and looked around. In her peripheral vision there was a wall filled with multiple shelves, she turned and walked towards it—her long sleeve unbuttoned blouse slightly flowed behind her. Looking around at the sizes—there was a presence behind her, she felt another hand reach out to her shoulder.
(Y/n) sidestepped it and the hand went down—the person stumbled forward. She shifted her body to face the person—it was a man with a large and fairly fat nose. Freckles and a large face, his figure was also large, what stood out the most was the perverted expression on his face. Golden eyes stared at the scene "Can i help you?" she took a step back from the...funny smelling man.
"I work here—i was going to ask if you needed any help?" his round eyes trailed down to her cleavage, the ex-vigilante made a disgusted facial expression and the man got closer. "I'm good, i don't need your help." she was about to walk away but her pupils dilated at the hand reaching out for her. 'This guy..!'
"Don't touch me with your grimy hands."
"Touching people without their permission is disgusting and frankly unsanitary." A fairly tall man stood in front of her—also blocking the other from touching her but not letting him touch him. She couldn't see it but the man was giving the pervert a very deadly stare—Chisaki might be a manipulative and horrible person but he can't stand other people touching others without their permission. It's disgusting, it made him shiver just thinking about it.
The perverted employee scurried away frightened by the golden glare he was targeted and broken down by. "Ah, thank you sir, i didn't really need your help but it was appreciated." he turned around only to be given a warm smile—sharp teeth, they looked lethal enough to rip skin with one bite, he noted that. The man had a black—probably thick—fabric mask on.
His bottom eyelashes were long, short auburn hair and he wore black dress pants, a long sleeve white dress shirt, grey tie and she noticed white gloves. "You're welcome...but why are you shopping in the men's aisle?" he pointed at the top of the shelf Men's Denim Her face flushed in slight embarrassment and she turned to the clothing. "The women's jeans are too small, it's twenty two to twenty nine inches in waist but i'm above that."
"And the plus size aisle?"
"...The hips of the jeans are too wide and they make the size exaggerated. Plus the men's pants have bigger pockets and actually have real back pockets unlike those." the blue haired girl pointed at the rack of pants that had fake back pockets—she sneered at them and turned back to the shelves. Chisaki recognized the girl, the second winner of the U.A sports festival, U.A—a hero school. Which meant she was a brat with the hero disease, disgusting.
But...(Y/n) (L/n).
(L/n).
Was this the girl that Daichi was rambling about? The one that he wanted him to marry? Quote on quote "Create powerful children to rule the underworld!" Her? As if he was going to even have intercourse with someone, how unsanitary. Hmph, so this was Daichis daughter huh? What's are the chances of even running into her in the mall. She wasn't so bad, but he wanted to know if she was infected too.
"What do you think of hero society (L/n)?"
"So you know my name? Must be from the sports festival." she grabbed a pair of pants with a twitch of her lips "What makes you interested about my opinion about hero society? Is it because i'm a hero in training or have should seen the gray shades too? Or...are you some kind of reporter that's been stalking my every move to get me alone and torture questions out of me?" she gave a shock filled expression and watched his eyes glint with slight panic.
She laughed "I'm playing." the blue haired girl grabbed another pair of jeans to try on. "It's pretty shit to be honest, most heroes nowadays do it for the money and fame. Most of them are corrupted, only some are actually wanting to do it to make the world a better place, but that's pretty rare due to the fact that most think the world is already an okay place."
"What do you think of quirks?"
"People rely on them too much and judge people based off of them too quickly. They're getting too powerful, i don't know if you've heard about the doomsday thing but i think the person was right. Quirks are getting to complicated and overpowered that the human body won't keep up, even animals with quirks are starting to pop up."
"Oh really? I haven't heard of that."
"My cat can create bubbles out of his chest, i think it's pretty cool but we don't really need quirks to begin with. It just made everything more complicated, heroes and villains both thrive on violence but we're all still categorized." This girl wasnt stupid, she wasn't infected, she wasn't blinded by stupid beliefs and naive dreams. She was determined for a reason, he thinks that her being a (L/n) is some kind of trump card for the future, otherwise she would be probably be publicly outcaste by now.
More importantly, she was clean.
"Was that all you wanted to know sir?" she tilted her head while holding the jeans in her arms—she tapped her shoes on the ground gently. "Don't call me sir, it makes me sound like an old grandpa." he grabbed a pair of random jeans—a pinching motion to be specific. "Sorry did you say something sir?" the auburn haired man saw a glint of amusement in her eyes.
"So it's like that huh? Well, here." he handed her the jeans and she grabbed them. "Call me Kai." his eyes crinkled—(Y/n) was given the impression that he was smiling. She smiled back "Thanks Kai, call me (Y/n)—you're pretty cool so, i hope to see you again." she leaned on her right leg and turned around—heading towards the fitting rooms. Not before a hand grabbed her wrist, bare hand.
Chisaki had taken his gloves off, he wanted to test something out. He felt the warm skin under his fingertips—correction, skin under his fingertips for the first time for who knows how long. He kills people with his hands but only to kill, never to actually experience the touch of another person, much less a girl. She was abnormally warm, he guessed it was the fire quirk he saw in the sports festival.
"I apologize, i think i gave you the wrong size." she didn't notice something get inserted into the middle of her wrist. "It says 31 by 30, it's the right size." she blinked in confusion but he let a fake glint of realization invade his eyes. "Oh, alright—i'll be seeing you then (Y/n). Take care of yourself." she nodded and he let go of her wrist. "Nos vemos Kai."
The man nodded and walked away while he slipped his gloves back on—bumps didn't appear on his skin when he touched her. He thought back to the warm smile and his cheeks heated up, if Daichi said that she would be his to marry...he would make sure of that in every way he could. (Y/n) was going to be his, not anyone else's, he got giddy at the thought. 'She's mine for the taking.'
'He's weird, what did he do to my wrist?' her facade dropped once he turned the corner. The blue haired girl quickly entered the fitting room and looked at her wrist—she rubbed on her skin until it turned red 'He did something, i'll check it out when i get home. Who the hell even was he?' she had noticed the glint of recognition in his eyes but it ran deeper than that once her last name was mentioned.
Kai—seems to wear masks all the time, possible germaphobic also because of the way he uses the word "disgusting." Gloves, for the germs but also for a possible quirk that needs to be activated by physical contact, he looked disgusted by any contact wether it was with him or other people. He smelled like a hospital, he asked about hero society—almost what Tomura, Dabi and Toga did so maybe he was a villain.
But what would he want with her? Did he know she had a connection with Daichi? Did he work for him? 'I'll figure it out sooner or later.' She concluded as she tried the jeans on. Surprisingly, the ones that Kai had chosen where her top favorite. She looked at her wrist again, it looked fine, untouched but she felt something wiggle itself inside. There wasn't any small bump or anything but she felt it.
(Y/n) bought her jeans and some shirts—along with cute earrings she found, oh and a knitted sweater that had blue flames on the bottom of it but the rest was black. She guessed it was ironic because of her quirk and because it was also fire proof. Walking around the large shopping mall again—she passed a small and dark hallway. Her eyes widened immediately as her mouth was covered and arms wrapped around her waist to pull her back.
She was about to maneuver herself out of the grips but saw a flash of black and blonde hair—she let herself get pulled, nobody had noticed her get taken either way. "(Y/n)...you look really cute right now." she face flushed deeply as Togas hands traveled up to her breasts, she swatted them away and the hand uncovered her mouth. "Don't do that damn mosquito!" the latter pouted with a red face. "Fine."
"You forgot to close your shirt dumbass." the blue haired girl felt her eye twitch "And you forgot that water and soap existed apestoso." she pinched her nose in emphasis while the two blondes cackled in the background. "She burned you Dabi! Wait you already are—!' The girl next to him laughed louder. Dabi glared at (Y/n) who only slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter. "What are you guys doing here anyways?"
"Tomura said something about buying video games so we all followed him and went shopping. We tried to call you but you didn't answer (Y/n)-chan!" Toga whined as she stuffed her face in between the ex-vigilantes chest. The latter gave up and pat the olders head "Sorry Toga, i was probably busy." After some talking—a purple gate opened up behind them and they dove in one by one. "Bye (Y/n)!" they waved at her and she waved back.
The portal closed and she went back to walking around—a sudden force hit her head on. She clutched her throat and her grip almost slipped making the bags almost drop. 'Midoriya—!' she started to speed walk towards where she felt his presence the closest. Further in her vision she could see a dark clothed figure leave from the path she saw the green haired boy sitting down and clutching his throat from—she also noticed Uraraka close by but not moving.
(Y/n) started running and she had made it quickly by his side, she dropped her bags onto the floor and kneeled down to eye level with the boy that was bent over coughing. He had tears in his eyes because of the lack of air "Midoriya, i'm sorry i didn't feel it sooner—here." she grabbed him by the chin gently and lifted his face up but gripped his jaw to open his mouth. She uncapped the water bottle with her teeth and poured water in his mouth.
"Uraraka, don't just stand there—tell me what happened." Said girl jumped up and quickly went to her side "It was Shigaraki from the U.S.J, he was choking Deku when i came..!" she looked ready to cry but the ex-vigilante gave her a stern glare "Report it to the mall security, he could still be in the area." she nodded and quickly got up. 'I know they left so it'll be fine.'
"Let go of your neck and let me check if anything is bruising." Midoriya did as told and felt her hands feather around his neck, he knew it wasn't the time to have these thoughts but her touch felt intoxicating to him. She pushed on a certain spot in his neck—his body relaxed without his consent and his mind calmed down. But then a there was a sharp pain in his throat when she pressed on another spot, he went into a coughing fit.
She gave him more water "No internal damage, no signs of quirk use, no severe damage to your larynx or your trachea. Though there is bruising and soreness to it, don't talk or else you'll damage it further—you need hot liquid." She grabbed the water bottle and heated her hand up enough to make it hot but not enough to melt the plastic. He nodded and grabbed the warm water bottle—the hot liquid made his throat feel more at ease.
Midoriya was surprised at how much she got from just feeling around his neck—though it was barely that. He was about to thank the girl but his lips were pinched together by her fingers. "What did i say?" her eyes flickered and he faltered, nodding, she let go.
Later that day he was taken to the police station for questioning, he also insisted that (Y/n) would go with him. Mr.Tsukauchi who was investigating the League of Villains interviewed him. Along with the blue haired girl, but she was mostly there because of emotional support. It was already dark outside and the detective led the two out of the police station for their safety.
"Young Midoriya! Young (Y/n)! Tsukauchi!" A familiar skinny blonde walked up to them. "All Might?" the two teens turned to him along with the man in front. "But how?" they changed course and walked over to him, he placed a hand on their heads. "I needed to talk to him anyway." the detective chimed in. "What a relief, i'm glad you're both okay. I'm sorry i couldn't be there to protect you two and the others." he apologized.
"It's fine." the green haired boy reassured and looked down. "It was Midoriya who Tomura approached, you should be more worried about him." she ruffled the latters hair. "Um All Might...do you ever have times where you can't save the people that you want to?" They all turned to the boy with confusion. The symbol of peace grunted "Yes i do, and often."
He had sent (Y/n) a pity filled glance, her fists clenched at it. "Someone could be injured and calling for my help right now and i would never know about it. I know its frustrating but we're only human, there will always be people beyond our reach that we can't protect. That's all the more reason to stand tall and smile—so that the symbol of justice is always there. Even when i can't be—flicker in peoples hearts wether they're a hero or a villain."
"The kid is worried about what Shigaraki said but that was likely the villains resentment talking. All Might here has never failed to save someone in an emergency, i think we've got everything we need so we're all done here." the girls nails dug into her palms and All Might felt himself slightly panic. "Izuku?" a green haired woman appeared next to another police officer.
"Izuku! My baby, i can't do this anymore—i don't think my heart can handle another scare." Inko cried as she grabbed onto the boys forearms. (Y/n) stumbled back a bit and ended up standing next to the blonde. "I'm sorry mom, everything's fine. Im okay mom there's no need to cry, the heroes and police have been taking good care of me all night." Izuku beamed at her mother in reassurance.
Small beads of blood dripped down onto the floor as the bags she had in her hands rustled a bit. "I'll be seeing you guys another time, have a good night." Nobody heard her other than the man next to her "Wait young (Y/n)..!" he tried to call out for her but the man flinched back roughly at the icy look in her eyes. It started to feel suffocating to her as she watched his pupils dilate. "I'm sure Aizawa will come-"
"Don't worry about me All Might, you out of all people know i can take care of myself. Wouldn't want to make anyone else worry about someone who doesn't need it." (Y/n) grit her teeth harshly enough that he could hear them grind. "Alright then, stay safe okay? Who knows what the League must be planning after this, if you're going alone—be careful."
From the entrance exam, to the fitness test, combat training, the League attacking the U.S.J, the sports festival, their internships, the Hosu incident and finally the exams. A lot of things happened but the first semester of U.A was over. Summer is about to begin, the little heroes in training to keep running towards their goals but (Y/n)—
Her vision started to spin and her heart was getting pricked at when she glanced back at the green haired duo—the ice in her eyes intruded her veins and chipped at a barrier in her mind.
The barrier in question was containing something, a true monster that grew inside of her, taunting her heart and mind, playing with her memories and body. The monster was waiting for a chance to break the barrier and free itself to release pure hell upon earth and anyone that got in its way.
The monster was waiting, and the barrier was cracking, soon enough it would be released. They would wish and regret, they would think about the what if's and what could haves, they would reflect on their mistakes and beg for forgiveness...but, they wouldn't be forgiven, because the monster would destroy their will and eat away at their consciousness until all efforts to get the girl they would once loved back—would be rendered futile.
It's been crippling her sanity slowly and making her start to fall apart from the seams— they would wish for a chance to travel back in time before it was too late.
season two, end!
-kiyo (5825 words)
I apologize, i was a bit late—for everyone re-reading, the relationship between Overhaul and (Y/n) will be different. Things won't escalate into anything but him being obsessed with her, and i mean really obsessed. It won't change her pov of him though, she doesn't know he's a child abuser or that he's hurting the sins and Eri, yet at least.