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WIP 1: Love Letters - “Yep, you are very silly.” He took out a charcoal pencil, tapping the tip of Lia’s nose with it. Lia screeched, smacking his hand away and turning to pout. WIP 34: Untitled (Denki x OC) - "When you walk past that park near your apartment now. Do you think about me?" I shot at my new ex, Katsuki. WIP 29: Keys - Lying just out of sight was some shining thing, its exact nature unclear from our vantage point. I reached down and grabbed it, holding it up for Elijah to see. WIP 23: The Dragon-Touched Girl (w/ @fakegingerrights) - It was getting late, the sun was setting and Ariadne was traveling with new people. A black dragonborn, an aasimar, and Alistair, she couldn’t help but look over her shoulder a couple times and scratch at her right forearm. WIP 2: Fire On Fire - After I stood and finished cleaning up his brain must’ve reconnected with his body as he looked at me before grabbing my waist and pulling me close, he leaned close, “Sorry, sweetheart, but the girl I like is a firecracker.” My breath hitched in my throat, it’s not me. Right?

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“Who helped you?”

“Don’t know.”

“No, we can’t let you off campus yet.” Whatever.

“Okay, well this has been nice and all, but I’m gonna go now.”

“Actually, can you run an errand for me?”

“Sure, what?”

“Take this to Katsuki Bakugou.” He gives me a folder that says:

Do not open

“Okay. Bye.” I left, heading to Class 1-A.

-6th period-

“I’m looking for a Bakugou?” I say bored, looking down the hall.

“Bakugou, go talk.” I turn.

“N-” He’s already there, bored and intimidating.

“You gonna give me the paper or sit there?” His voice…

“Please,” I say sarcastically, walking farther into the hall.

“What do you want?” He takes a step in my direction. I feel my shoulders tense up, he takes a half-step back, in fear?

“Here, Nezu told me to give it to ya.” I push the folder at him and walk away, blushing.

-Tuesday, Lunch-

“Wow, no more than two episodes, you’re doing better,” Nezu said.

“Yeah, well, whatever, I wanted to ask you something,” I say, Nezu looks more alert.

“Yes?”

“Can I move into Class 1-A? You can put cameras or bodyguards or whatever on me, but please?” I look at the floor embarrassed.

“Yes, I think that will be a great idea, with restrictions.”

“‘Course, but when do I move in?”

“Today, I will notify the students and make arrangements from there.” Shoot, he’s gonna tell them to keep an eye on me.

I groan, “Okay.”

6th period, Mr. Aizawa

“A student will be joining your class.” Nezu waited for the students to calm down.

“Oh!! I can’t wait, this is so exciting!” Mina Ashido piped.

“I know right?”  Kyouka Jirou said.

“Settle down,” I replied in a stern tone.

“When will be the best time for her to move in?”

“Today, I guess.” Ochako Uraraka, said glumly.

“Perfect, I’ll let her know.”

7th period, Akari Aizawa

“You can move in today. However, if I hear a single complaint, you are coming back to the care center, okay?”

“Yep, I’ll go pack, bye!” I ran outdoor and sprinted to my old room.

8th period, Aizawa’s room

I grabbed my clothes and shoved them into the blue suitcase on my bed, I grabbed the rest of my stuff, toiletries, posters, the stuff that made my room mine. I went to the 1-A dormitory.

After school, 1-A dorms

“Oh! Sorry I didn’t know where you wanted me to go.” I stood and bowed in greeting.

“Are you the new girl?” I nod slowly, back to a standing position, “Perfect!, do you have a room already?” I shake my head trying to remember this girl’s name, “Well then, I’ll show you to your room, right this way.”

After school, Aizawa’s new dorm room

“Wait is- is this MY room?” I asked in awe.

“Yep, all yours.” Some other kids came with us.

“Awesome.” I tripped on a rug.

“Are you okay?” A brown-haired girl asked me.

“Yeah I’m fine,” I stand up, ”Um, could I settle in on my own?”

“Sure thing, come on guys.” They left and closed the door behind them.

I sat down on the bed, it was comfy, it had baby blue covers and a pillow that said ‘Plus Ultra!’ in ginormous red and yellow letters. I started unpacking.

-Wednesday, 6:oo P.M.-

*knock knock*

“Who is it?” I said, half-asleep.

“It’s me, Momo Yaoyorozu.”

“Come in, it’s unlocked.” She opened the door.

“Oh okay, that’s bright.” The lights from outside shined in my face, so I turned away.

“That’s the new girl, Akari Aizawa.” I sighed.

“Wow, she’s really pretty.” Huh.

“I mean she looks a lot like Mr.Aizawa, but yeah, she’s cute.” I looked up at my uncle’s name, knives hidden in my hand.

“Wait, do you mean, Shouta?” I asked.

“Yeah our teacher, you look like him.” I saw that it was the brown-haired girl from before.

I got up, still hiding the knives, walked to the hall, and sprinted away.

“WAIT! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” She yelled after me.

7:3o P.M., on the lawns

I threw one, two, three knives at the ground.

Why, why did I have to freak out like that? Can’t I just fit in? Wait, what’s that noise?

All of a sudden, an explosion flew past my head, barely missing me and singeing my black hair. 

“What the heck Kacchan?” I see Midoriya and Bakugou fighting, Bakugou shooting explosions at Midoriya, all while Midoriya is just trying to land a hit.

“Would you shut up already?” Bakugou lands a hit on MIdoriya’s back, sending him across the lawn.

Bakugou was stalking towards Midoriya, who was writhing in pain, I wanted to do something, but I couldn’t move, it was too similar, too much like what All for One did to me.

“Knock it off.” Mr. Aizawa walked outside, his eraser quirk flaring, leaving Katsuki and Midoriya almost evenly matched, “Midoriya, inside, Bakugou, come here.”

“Yes, Mr. Aizawa.” Came Midoriya’s reply.

“What do you want?” Bakugou’s shirt was ripped up, pieces on the ground, and he looked so angry, but sad too. 

“I want you to make a good impression on our transfer student.” Aizawa pointed to me.

Shoot, they know I’m out here. I’m gonna get sent back, I’m gonna be forced back into the chains, they’re gonna- 

“Come on out, Akari.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know anyone else was out here, and then I kinda-”

“It’s fine, Bakugou, please show MIss Aizawa around.”

“NO! Really, I don’t need to be shown around I can find my room on my own, promise.”

“Whatever.” Bakugou left, the back of his shirt was almost destroyed, leaving his very toned muscles visible, and a strange scar.

“Sorry again.” I walked towards the dorm entrance, passing Bakugou, my head down, tears pricking my eyes, as soon as I turned the corner I ran to my dorm room.

-8:oo P.M.

“Hey.” His low voice startled me, his eyes were pinned to the floor, his fists clenched, his hair was wet, and a white towel wrapped around his shoulders.

I was still sitting outside my dorm room door, too scared to go in and too arrogant to leave. This time I kept my head down because tears were flowing, I couldn’t stop them, they just kept coming.

He slammed his fist against the wall, trying to make me acknowledge him, “Hey, you’re blocking my door, move it.”

I pulled my legs to my chest, freeing the space he needed to get into his room. 

He didn’t move, he crouched down and put an arm on the wall to steady himself, “It’s late, go to bed.” When I didn’t move he punched the door again, “Are you deaf? Go to bed!” This time, the punch was close enough to my head I flinched back, I froze, my body going completely still, I risked looking into his eyes, but they weren’t angry, just tired. “Are you okay?”

At the simple question, I got up turned around, and went inside, I wasn’t okay, I would never be okay or safe until All for One paid. I heard Bakugou’s door close, and all was quiet. I waited maybe half an hour and went outside again. I looked back up at the dorms, only one room had the lights off, it was the one across from mine, Bakugou’s. I could see movement in the window, it looked like he was punching something, I smiled, I had a punching bag in my room too. I took a deep breath of the night air and went to collect my knives, but when I looked at the spot I had thrown them, they weren’t there. I looked at Aizawa’s window, but I couldn’t see anything, so I went back to my room and blacked out.

-Thursday, early morning-

I woke up on the floor next to my door, blankets were strewn about the room, and my room looked like the aftermath of a hurricane. Well, this isn’t the worst thing that’s come from my black outs.

A very loud bull horn sounded in the dorm room lobby, but my head was already killing me so I went to Aizawa’s room instead, I knocked on the door, “Do you have any pain meds?”

“They’re in the kitchen, only take one,” Aizawa said, sleep evident in his voice, but I understood, the quirks that run in our family give the users constant headaches. 

As I was walking back to my room to get dressed, Tenya Iida walked up to me, “As class president, it is my sole responsibility to formally welcome you to the class.” He cleared his throat and saluted, “Welcome to class 1-A, Miss Aizawa.”

“Too much talking, too late in the day, try me again at three a.m., now I need to shower, so see you.”

“Oh, we have to do morning work-outs.” Tsuyu Asui said.

“I have a different routine, check the fridge.” I haven’t even had breakfast yet, leave me alone.

“Yep, she does, she wakes up at 3:oo, showers for 15 minutes, meditates for half an hour, then eats a breakfast of an egg sandwich and fruit, then does her hero courses, skips lunch and does her normal classes, then she works out for three hours and eats a slightly bigger dinner.” Minora Mineta took a breath, “She then does knife throwing for 15 minutes and falls asleep around 7:3o.”

Everyone looked at Mineta in a mix of awe and disgust. I was blushing from embarrassment, but I couldn’t say anything, because I would look stupid saying it. I took a deep breath about to say something or attempt to at least-

“Memorizing someone’s entire routine is creepy, small fry.” He said it so calmly, but you could see how his eyes were pinned to Mineta in the most threatening way.

“No it’s not-” He didn’t even get the chance to explain himself before he had a bruise forming on the left side of his head.

Everyone took a step back, Bakugou had punched Mineta, not all that hard, but…he hit him, he leaned down to Mineta, “If you ever claim that what you try isn’t creepy again, I will make sure blood spills.”

I couldn’t help it, the tears started trailing down my cheek, I never thought that memorizing what other people do was creepy, but I wasn’t even around very many other people up until recently. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Izuku Midoriya, had a small bruise forming on his arm.

At this Bakugou turned around, noticing that he was still crouched down, he shot up, brushed himself down, and cleared his throat, “I’m sorry.” It was so low only Midoriya and I could hear it, but he left before I could respond.

I grabbed a banana and went back to my room, I needed to change. I’m sorry, Mineta. I didn’t mean to get you hurt. I didn’t mean to make Bakugou even more upset. I’m so so sorry, everyone. I changed into my altered UA uniform, with two slits in the back of my shirt, no jacket, and the pants were just shorts.

I walked out of the safety of my room and into the outside world, to see All for One. It’s just the panic, not him, not him, not him, please anything but him.

-8:oo A.M., Katsuki Bakugou-

Damn small fry, he doesn’t deserve to know anything about her. Damn stupid Deku, trying to- No, damn me, for scaring her, when I looked back, I could exactly what she saw. All for One coming after her for the smallest things, small as she couldn’t reach something because she was too short. The things I saw when the League kidnapped me…they showed me videos of her, being tortured because All for One couldn’t get her quirk. I took a deep breath, letting the small things get to me could make me lose focus. I opened my eyes, going to the door when I heard her voice, crying out for mercy, the same way she did in the videos, the same way she did when Shigaraki grabbed her, the same way she did in the hospital…I opened the door walking towards the sound.

“Please, anything but him.” She was on the ground, her eyes white, ethereal wings sprouted from her back, if she was steady she would’ve been terrifying, but now she just looked broken, like someone had taken her spirit. She looked around and saw me, except she wasn’t seeing, her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, “Go away, please, leave me alone, don’t hurt me, please.” 

At the last word, my resolve broke, I couldn’t leave her again, “It’s okay, he’s not here, calm down,” I kneeled next to her, this was awkward but the only thing able to break her out of the trance, I put my arms around her, pulling her close to me, the way I saw Aizawa do that night. It surprised me how small she was, just looking at her you would think she would be fine, but she was raised on barely anything, I’m surprised she can even hold herself up…

-8:15, Akari Aizawa-

Please, no. I felt a warmth surround me, smelling of caramel, and very strong. I could still see All for One unleashing his insane minions on me any time I did anything even remotely wrong. I froze. Sometimes he would do this too, so I would give him my quirk, so I would give up my being.

-Katsuki Bakugou-

She tensed up, but didn’t stop crying, she needed something to wake her up…but I don’t want to leave her like this, she’s in so much pain…

“Please…” She kept repeating that word, but it’s exactly what has happened every day since she came back I guess, they told me she wouldn’t be in our class, or even allowed to come to UA, they lied. My grip tightened, they told me they would keep her out of danger, and instead, they put her in the one class that deals with her captors weekly. 

“Stop, please.” She was still frozen, but I loosened my grip, maybe…

-Akari Aizawa-

I woke up in Mr. Aizawa’s room, laying on my back, Bakugou sitting on the bed, Aizawa sitting in the chair across from me. They were talking about….me, and why I was in UA?

I tried to sit up, Bakugou jumped, and almost shoved me back into the bed, “Lay down.” He didn’t meet my eyes, only looking at Aizawa, who nodded slightly. 

His tone was so grim, it reminded me of the day I was rescued, it’s still fuzzy but I remember someone with a really deep voice who was yelling at everyone and smelled like caramel, he carried me to Mr. Aizawa. He just felt safe, and right now, safe is what I wanted, “Will you tell me who saved me that day? You were there, right? You must’ve seen who it was, right?” Bakugou tensed up, he looked almost scared…

“Aizawa?” He nodded, and Bakugou left.

“Now will you tell me who it was?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“The person you think saved you would rather not have you know.”

“Again, why not?”

“He…has reasons that he hasn’t even explained to me, but you need rest. Stay, I’ll be back after school.”

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Chapter Two

Chapter Three

The children’s father was running out of knights, his patience and his resolve with a huff he finally ceased the match and turned to his daughter, “Go get dressed.” Tea was startled as her handmaidens walked her away, her chambers not being terribly far from the courtyard, they dressed her in men’s armor, not even her own sword at her waist. When she reentered the courtyard it was not to rejoin her parents, but to fight her brother. Bast stood there for a moment, this new knight seemed uncomfortable, no… he was scared, nervous. He kept glancing into the rafters, at where Tea should’ve been. Bast turned around to look at his family, father stone cold, mother in tears, and sister no where to be seen.

He took off his helmet and threw it down along with his nearly shattered sword,”I will not fight a child, Father.”

King Edmis only smiled, “No little boys would be expected to go up against such a powerful foe. But by all means, fight.”

Sebastian furrowed his brows, if the kid wasn’t a little boy could he be a new graduate? He retrained his focus on the kid before bowing his head, “Listen kiddo, I’m gonna need you to turn around, okay? I know you’re scared, but it’s gonna be okay, alright? Just put a little faith in your prince. I’ll be back soon.” He gently disarmed the kid before raising the sword high to muttered boos, the sword felt familiar in weight, same as Teasea’s. He shook that thought out of his head before holding the blade against his throat, it clinked against the chain Tea made him for his eighteenth birthday.

Tea spun, ripping her helmet off as her older brother cut his own jugular, she watched his eyes blow wide in surprise as the light faded and he fell back into the dust of the ring. The courtyard was silent, no one expected the prince to take his own life, then there was shuffling as the majority of people left the castle grounds, and people went back to work, but Tea heard nothing other than her own pulse roaring in her ears. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, and remotely she heard someone scream, their sobs raucous, probably making their throat grow hoarse. She couldn’t see anything but her brother in a pool of his own blood, she knelt, frantically trying to stop the bleeding. It was too late, too late. He was dead. The screams grew louder and louder, Tea thought it would be appropriate for rain to fall, but none came, it was a beautifully sunny day. She didn’t feel anything, she only stared at her brother’s body, long after the screams grew to a whimper and eventually to nothing at all. Time didn’t pass, she didn’t want it to, because tomorrow she would have to pretend like she didn’t see her brother die. She would have to be okay. She grabbed his chain, it was made from broken pieces of chainmail, she unhooked it before clipping it around her own neck.

Teasea was numb, she barely registered when her mother began to cast a flowering spell until she saw Sebastian’s body begin turning into wildflowers, she whirled, tackling her mother, inhuman snarls and threats at what would happen if she continued. Edmis called the guards to take her to her room, lock her there. Tea fought every step, becoming so violent one guard knocked her out in order to complete their task. When she woke she was in her room, a bloody chain around her neck and her brother’s body a mess of wildflowers. The flowery scent of the wildflowers mixed with the smell of iron and blood. She lay in bed, her head pounding, confused, the memories of the bloody massacre swirling in her mind. The room was dark and cold, the windows covered in thick, heavy curtains. She took a few sips from her chalice, hoping to slip into a dreamless sleep.

The chain around her neck felt tight and cold as she struggled to break free of the nightmare she was trapped in. Her heart raced and her blood pounded as she fought to escape the terror that had befallen her, the flowers a macabre omen of things to come. She thrashed in the bed, her body drenched in a cold sweat, her mind unable to process the scene of blood and violence that had taken place. Her brother's body was an unrecognizable mess, his life taken far too soon. The only thing that remained of him were the wildflowers and their strange, haunting beauty.

In the stillness of the room, with only the sound of her own breathing, she knew she would never forget this moment. How could she ever forgive her father for putting her through that? Or her mother for going along with it? She had always been a good girl, she did what she was told and never spoke back to her dad. She kept her head down, she never questioned, she didn't complain. She had done everything they'd asked and this was how they betrayed her trust? Her anger rose inside her, burning in her chest like a wildfire.

The room was filled with the warm light of afternoon sun, bold golden centerpieces that accentuated the golden tones throughout the room. The light glinted off the metallic decor, creating an almost suffocating atmosphere. Teasea stood, her body moving almost on it’s own as she threw a golden vase against the wall, a tense energy radiating from her as she watched the golden vase shatter against the wall. It was a sudden, violent release of emotion that left her hands trembling and her lungs burning. It was like a dam had burst, releasing the pent-up frustration and hurt she'd been holding back for so long. The room felt too small, too fragile, too close. She just wanted to break something else until the anger left her. She threw everything within arm's reach, the clattering of glass and metal filled the room. It was a desperate, blind rage, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she lost control. Her breath came in sharp, painful gasps and her heart was pounding in her chest. It was too much, the world too loud, too intense. A sharp crack rang out as the window shattered, sending shards of glass flying out onto the courtyard below. The window had been locked, but her rage was like a force of nature, nothing could hold it back.

The world seemed to slow down as her body and mind went numb. She looked back at her canopy bed, the silken linens hanging down from above like a lifeline. It would take some time and careful knots to turn the linens into a rope, but it could work. The thought gave her a surge of hope, but even in this desperate situation, there was a part of her that hesitated. Was escaping really worth it? What might be waiting for her outside the window? It was a question only she could answer. If she stayed, if she tried to wait it out, how much longer would she have to suffer? But if she escaped, what would she do? Where would she go? Was she ready to face the outside world? It was a risk, but the only chance she had if she wanted to be free. The servant’s corridors were dark and narrow, the backways and shortcuts a maze in the eyes of a panicked girl trying to escape. Each turn brought her closer to a chance at freedom, a chance to leave behind the horrors she’d witnessed. The library was her destination, a book of seaman’s knots her only means of escape. With the book tucked under her arm she returned to her room, each movement purposeful and tense. She was running out of time, she needed to hurry before she was discovered. She poured over the book’s pages, ignoring her mother’s quaint attempts at a reconciliation. Her mother's words were just a distraction, a desperate and pitiful attempt to reconcile. She barely even heard them as she flipped through the pages of the book, scanning the complicated instructions and diagrams of the different knots. Each one was more difficult than the last, but if she could master just one then it could be enough to give her freedom.

After hours of trial and error, she had finally managed to master one of the knots. With her hands trembling and her mind reeling, she began knotting the linens together, the movements of the knots becoming second nature to her. She was so close to freedom, she could almost see it. But then she heard a noise outside her door. Someone was coming.

“Teasea May, how dare you ignore your mother like that?” Her father’s harsh tone put her mind into hyperdrive as she finished the last knot, tied the linens to her bedpost. “That’s it, I’m coming in young lady.”

Teasea froze as she heard her father's sharp voice, the anger in his tone filling her with panic. She was so close to escaping, but now her freedom was in jeopardy. She had no time to hesitate, no time to think. She moved as fast as she could, dressing hastily and grabbing her riding clothes as she tied the linens to her bed. She had to climb out the window, she had to run as fast as she could. Freedom was just a few feet away. Clinging to the rope as tightly as she could, she climbed down the three stories, watching the ground rush up towards her as she went. The rope felt secure enough, but one mistake and she'd fall, it was a long way down. Every step felt like an eternity, her heart hammering in her ears as she reached her feet to the ground and let go of the rope. She was free, she had escaped. But now what? She was still in danger and she had nowhere to go.

She sprinted towards the stables, grabbing her horse and riding bareback off towards the seaport. The wind was in her hair and the air was fresh in her lungs, her heart pumping with adrenaline as she rode. For the first time in a long time, she felt free. But what came next was uncertain, she had left her past behind her but she would need to forge a new future somehow. She was starting from scratch, but at least now she had a chance to shape her own destiny. She rode for hours, night falling, the moon hanging as a thin sliver in a black sky.

Her horse was exhausted and she knew that they needed to stop, she wasn't prepared for a long journey and neither was her horse. She pulled her horse into a forest clearing and dismounted, leading him to the nearest water source and letting him drink. It would have to do for now. Teasea shivered in the cold nighttime breeze, she tied her horse to a tree and laid down to sleep in a bed of mosses and twigs. The bed was rough and uncomfortable, but it was all she had. She tried to bury herself deeper into the moss and twigs, trying to block out the icy wind. There was a faint glow of moonlight, but it didn't do much to ward off the darkness. As she drifted into sleep, she couldn't help but wonder what the morning light would bring. She drifted off, the worries of the night finally catching up to her. She dreamt of escaping again, of the freedom she'd tasted for just a moment before it was taken away. Her peaceful sleep was cut short by the sudden sound of galloping hooves.

She looked up to see a rider approaching, the horse's hooves kicking up clouds of dust as it came barreling towards her. She didn’t wait to see who it was before undoing the knot on the horse’s bridle and jumping on, spurring it into a gallop south.

The rider watched her, clearly not impressed with her attempt at escape. Without a word, they grabbed the horse's reins and spurred it into a gallop, chasing after Teasea. Tea pushed her horse farther, jumping over fallen logs and ducking the low hanging branches, zig-zagging through the trees until she made it to the tree-break. But the rider was not far behind her and soon caught up with her once more. She tried to go faster and outrun him, but her horse simply didn't have the speed to escape. Frustrated, she turned the horse in a wide circle, waiting for an opportunity to break free. The rider stared at her, his patience growing thin as they went round and round. After what seemed like hours, a feminine laugh escaped the other rider.

“Wow, you’re a fast one, aren’tcha?” She laughed, rearing her dappled gray horse to a stop, “So where’re ya going?” She pulled her hood down to show double-braided white hair.

Teasea stuttered, staring at the unusual hair color, “Who are you?”

“Oh, silly me, I’m Liliana White, but you can call me Lili.” She chirped before dismounting.

“I’m Pri- Prisea.” Teasea mumbled.

Lili crouched down next to the horse, petting it softly and feeding it treats as she spoke softly to it. "It's alright, it's alright, you're okay..." she said, her gentle voice calming the horse, “So, where ya headed?” Lili asked again.

“Osya-”

Lili gasped, “The seaport! Oh wow, Pri Pri, you’re real far off, y’know?” She put her hands on her hips and tutted for a moment, “I could take ya the rest o’ the way if ya’d like?”

Teasea blinked, still trying to process what was happening. She was still nervous, but Lili's gentle manner was making her feel a little bit safer. The seaport was still so far away, and she had no clue which way it actually was, but if Lili offered to take her the rest of the way then perhaps she could make it. She looked down at Lili, "Would... You mean it?"

“Course I mean it, pirates always keep their word.” She grinned, mounting her horse and turning it the correct way. “Y’coming?”

She nodded, holding on tight as she turned her horse in the right direction. "I'm coming", she said with a faint smile.

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