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She can’t stop crying and shaking. It was true, what they said. About worlds shifting and shattering. Kohaku’s hunched over, cradling the smaller girl. She never expected hazy eyes to be blue. It was safe to look now.
The gaping hole in the girls chest was the remnants of a now melting massive icicle and a sizeable hole in her hoodie. Flits of the former nightmare played in her head like a tape. They were just getting chips! Kohaku insisted to pay before the convenience store was robbed. The gorgon stood up, attempting to apprehend with her hair before the masked robber went berserk and flung an ice type quirk at the pair.
It took a few seconds for Kohaku to breach back into reality, watching Daiten lurch in front of her. To be a hero, to save those that others will not. The robber didn’t get far, the clerk had been shot but not before pressing the switch to call the police. A officer prys Kohaku away, understanding the danger of Daiten’s miasma wafting from her body, the mist would die soon.
Die? Dai. Daiten. The mist was turning to liquid now, the floor and counters dripping. Kohaku’s sobbing much more loudly now, shoving away the officer in grief. They didn’t know each other well– or even that long. Being guided away from her. The officer says she got lucky. Some type of rotting quirk. Kohaku wanted to turn him to stone and scream.
This was her fault, if she hadn’t escalated the situation. If she hadn’t insisted getting snacks. Maybe, Daiten would be alive. Still suffering from shock, unable to take her eyes off of the broken glass doorway of the store, Kohaku realizes she’s outside and sitting on the back of an ambulance. Shock sets in, forehead and arms bleeding, and Kohaku wonders what Mr.Himura will say.
